“Reuelle,” the massive, terrifying male said with a warning growl. But then he turned those glowing green eyes on me and arched one dark eyebrow. His mouth curved up on one side. “We’ve got a runaway. Azazel has gotten sloppy with his toys.”

“No.” Reuelle shook her head, her topaz eyes gleaming as she looked back and forth between me and my belly. “Asmodeus, this one is strong . . . and so will be Little Bird.”

I choked on a gasp. I hadn’t said my nickname for the baby out loud—Had I? No wait, I must have. That was the only explanation that my mind could handle. That and the assumption I was still somewhat drugged, and that’s why my brain was hallucinating all this crazy stuff. Had to be. HAD to be.

Reuelle pursed her lips. She glanced over my shoulder to the clinic—house. “Asmodeus, can’t we play with this one? He’ll never know he’s missing one.”

Asmodeus’s smirk slowly turned into a full-on grin. “Consider her your welcome to Earth present, my love.”

CHAPTER SIX

FRANKIE

I knew I was sleeping, which I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to know or not. The whole astral projection and lucid dreaming shit was unsettling. I tried to think back to dreams before Halloween to remember if I ever consciously knew I was asleep while dreaming but I just couldn’t. I wondered if all my dreams would feel like this now, like I was fully awake just . . . chillin’.

Right now, in this dream, I sat on the sand at Panama City Beach in the Florida Panhandle with my toes in the tide washing ashore and my fingers buried in the powdery sand. Even though it wasn’t real, my mind felt like it was. I felt the cool air sweeping across my face and through my hair. I smelled the salt in the air and felt the softness of the sand on my skin. We’d lived two hours from this beach, so my aunt and uncle didn’t take me quite as often as they did when I was a kid. Neither them nor Mei-Ling’s parents were comfortable with me driving us that far until this last summer. We’d taken advantage of that once a week. I sighed and tried not to feel sad about the epic change in my life since then.

I was the Tower, after all. In my short research on tarot cards thus far, I’d learned catastrophic change was the name of the Tower’s game. How fitting.

“WAKE UP, COVENLINGS!”