“Okay, let’s make this happen!” She claps her hands together. “How else can I help?” She doesn’t even wait for me to answer. “I bet I can make you a map.” Clack, clack, clack. On one monitor she’s researching North Brother Island, and with the other she’s continuing to go through Alfie’s phone, moving so fast through his apps, files, and internet history that I can barely keep up. “Has this dude not heard of incognito mode? I did not need to know that he’s into—”

“I don’t want to know!”

“Good call.”

I’m not quite sure what Georgie thinks she’ll find by scrolling through endless selfies of Alfie flexing in his bathroom mirror, but she clearly knows what she’s doing.

“Jackpot!” she exclaims when she finds a series of pictures of what looks like a construction site. “He took pictures of the renovations they’ve made to the old hospital. I don’t blame him—it looks super cool. I can cross-reference these photos with the old blueprints I found in the Historic House Trust archive to make a map. It won’t be fully accurate, but it should be better than nothing.”

“You are an actual wizard,” I say with genuine awe and only a hint of concern for why she would have ever needed this specific set of skills.

An alarm buzzes, and Georgie starts to gather her things. “Well, this was fun, but I have a reservation to use one of the looms, so I gotta go.” She blows me a kiss and bounds out of the room while my confession about Rafe stays trapped in my throat.

27

Michael seems distant during Foundations. Or not distant, per se, just… normal. Like a teacher.

I hate it.

But there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask him, and I can’t sulk forever. I catch up with him as he’s leaving class.

“Hi.” He smiles politely at me. I have to take two steps for every one of his to keep up with his long stride.

“I heard a beautiful song last week,” I say. No need to mention with whom. “I was told the composer is… Yosef HaLevi?”

Michael lights up at the name, and he slows his pace just a little. “One of the greatest composers of our time.”

“Of our time? So he’s still alive?”

“No one knows. He hasn’t been heard from in many years, and it’s unknown whether he was in Naiot during the Fall.”

“So Yosef also had the Sight?” I ask as I follow Michael into the cafeteria.

“No. He was a Levite—a musician who played to help the prophets achieve a peaceful mind to receive their visions. And since he’s a Nazir, he also amplified their Sight.”

My head is spinning. “A Nazir?”