His smile curls, triumphant. He sits back in his seat, as if preparing to watch a movie unfold on screen. I’m just glad he’s stopped emptying sugar into his coffee.

“Why did you leave Chicago?”

Easy. “You can only be different for so long before someone notices.”

His eyes darken. He doesn’t like my answer.

“How did you know about the coin?” I ask, and he smirks, shrugging a shoulder.

“It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

“You said that earlier.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like vague answers?”

“If that’s your next question, then no, I don’t. If this has happened before, then explain.”

He leans forward, elbows on the table. “In the twenties, people started turning up dead unexpectedly, like Lily. Anyone who knew Lily knows she wouldn’t have killed herself. Back then, there were eight cases in total, mostly undetermined deaths, but there were suicides too. The police started to enforce curfew. Turns out a few resurrection coins made it into the wrong hands.”

Who else can make coins? Does this mean I’m not the only one?

He sits back. “Where did you get a resurrection coin?”

“I don’t even know what that is,” I say, though clearly he means the coins I make with my thread.

Thane studies me for a moment. He doesn’t blink. I wonder if he knows how uncomfortable his eyes make me, if he knows the paleness of his skin makes his lips look freshly bitten.

“Resurrection coins give a person the ability to resurrect or exchange a person’s soul. Souls trapped inside can be brought back or swapped out for another soul. The coins are distinct, having an image of a raven on one side and nothing on the back. Symbolism, I think—but the idea is that it’s also a one-way ticket into Spirit. You know, the afterlife? It’s illegal to be in possession of one unless you’re the Eurydice, but one will pop up now and again from out of nowhere and causes havoc for the Order. Case in point,” he says and indicates to me.

The Order.

So my hunters have a name.

He continues, “They’ll want to know where you got the coin too, and how Vera got inside.”

Well. I definitely can’t say I have a whole box full under my bed.

Thane leans over the table again. “You want to know what I think?” he asks.

“No.”

“I think you make them.”

I scoff. “You think I make resurrection coins?”

He nods. “And if I’m right, you had better be prepared, because the Order’s after you, Eurydice.”

I shiver involuntarily. It’s the words he uses—after you, not looking for you. It’s exactly how I’ve felt the last few months, hunted.

“That’s the second time you’ve said that. What’s the Eurydice?” I ask.