“All that is the same for me, except for the part about possessing people. And I don’t have any choice about that. Besides, if I were a demon, I’d have been sucked back into hell years ago.” He met my gaze again, and it felt weird to see Finn’s eyes in someone else’s face. “Do you want to sit?”

“I want to understand.”

“I know. Me too.” He gestured at the couch behind me, and I sat because the alternative seemed to be passing out from a combination of shock and exhaustion. “Want something to drink?” He was already pulling open the refrigerator door before I could answer. The fridge wasn’t new, but it was newer than the one at my house. And this one actually held food.

Finn emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and a clear, unlabeled bottle of amber liquid in the other. He held both up, silently asking me to choose. I pointed to the water. I hadn’t had alcohol since I was fifteen, newly sterilized and determined to prove to myself that my body was still my own, no matter what the Church had done to it.

The Unified Church had no official problem with alcohol, but overindulgence in anything was considered a sin, and any consumption of alcohol by a minor was considered overindulgence. But that had nothing to do with me turning down the…whiskey? I didn’t want a drink because I needed a clear head, and I needed to stay awake until I was sure I was safe, at least for the moment. And I couldn’t do that until I knew how and why Finn was in Reese’s body instead of his own.

He set the unlabeled alcohol on the counter and carried two bottles of water into the living room, where he handed me one, then sank onto the opposite end of the couch, facing me. “Okay.” He cracked open his bottle. “I know this is weird, and I owe you answers. Probably more answers than I actually have. So…ask me anything.”

The questions tumbling through my head were so tangled up that separating one from the rest didn’t seem possible. Then my gaze caught on a framed photo standing on the end table. In the picture, a woman in her forties laughed with a girl not much older than I was, who could only have been her daughter.

“Whose apartment is this?”

Finn frowned with Reese’s fair features. “After all this, that’s your first question?”

“Yeah. Who are the women in that picture? Where are they?”

He twisted to pick up the photo, then studied it while he spoke. “As near as we can tell, the girl is in college. There’s a university pennant on the wall in her room.”