Chapters (35)
- Cover
- Dedication
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- eCopyright
I gathered the sketchbook and the document, which I now handled with more care than I had before, and put them in my bag. I went downstairs and checked in with Mom and Mo before meeting Nyx in the driveway as she pulled up. I climbed in the front seat this time, and we headed to Marie’s.
Nyx showed me into the library, where Marie was already waiting. She practically bum-rushed me, sweeping me into a hug. I gasped. Mostly because my feet were dangling a full six inches above the ground but also because as she’d gathered me up, her face had brushed against the bare skin of my neck.
“Sorry,” she said, setting me down. She let her hands trail down my sides, gently resting them on my waist. “After what happened, I thought you might never come back. I’m really happy to see you.”
“Me too,” I said quickly. “Are you literally gonna sweep me off my feet every time I see you?”
She lowered her eyes. “A side effect of the Heart. I’ve been like this since it happened.”
I rested my hand on her arm. “I’m good with that.” I reached into my back pocket and handed her the envelope with the rosary peas inside.
She peeked inside and her fingers gently danced across her necklace. “Thank you.”
“I have a bunch of stuff I need to tell you, and I don’t know where to start.”
She took my hand and gently pulled me to the couch.
“Me and Karter went to see Lou,” I said.
Her eyebrow arched up. “How’d that go?”
“Um, he hates you,” I said. “I thought he was going to spontaneously combust. He was so angry when I mentioned your name.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“But he did tell me some information about my birth family, and none of it’s good.” I ran through what Lou had shared with me: the strange deaths, the homicides, the disappearances. Marie didn’t say anything until I finished.
“You’re telling me Circe isn’t in that grave?”
I shook my head. “Not according to Lou.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear that from him.” She put her hand on my knee. “He’s a ghoul, but I don’t think he’s dishonest. If that’s what he said, then it’s probably true. After Astraea died, I left Rhinebeck for a long time. I’d come back and leave again. I kept watch, but from a distance, you know? I got to know Circe, but she was guarded. I didn’t know they’d lost so much over the generations.”