“You came back here—for me. You told me you loved me! Was that just bullshit?”

“No!” I pinched my temples. My nagging headache had turned into a pounding migraine.

“You love that bastard?”

“I care about him. If not for you, I probably would.” And if not for his deal.

“You always liked the rich ones.” Jack’s pacing and drinking resumed at full speed. “The blue bloods. Figures you’d go for a knight.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I can’t even wrap my mind around this! He abducted you. You think he’s not here to do it again? Maybe you want him to?”

“He can’t force me away. I have my powers back.”

“That’s right—he stole your powers for months, and you reward him. He tried to kill me and your friends, and you reward him. Damn, Evie, where’s your loyalty?”

“What about Selena? Have you forgotten that she planned to take me down the night we met her? If you hadn’t been there, I would be dead. Beheaded.”

I guessed all that had been swept under the rug. “Things change, Jack. This game makes us all villains at some time or another. And besides that, Aric didn’t try to kill any of you. Ogen demolished the mountain. Death could have ambushed us earlier.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“I think deep down he hoped I wouldn’t be evil. He knew I would never forgive him if any of you died. He considered taking you out in the mine, but didn’t.”

“You believe he could’ve? You got a lot of confidence in him.”

“He’s Death—killing is second nature to him.” Some would say first nature. “I used my arsenal against him, fighting with everything in me. And I couldn’t defeat him.”

“But you still let him kiss you? Touch you?” His voice was whiskey roughened, his accent thicker. “Even when I thought you were lost to me, I never turned to another!”

Another. Selena. Jack was telling me he’d never gotten with her. Yet Selena had admitted, “Things between us are different.”

“I’ve had cause to hate in my life; I never hated like I do Death.” Aric had said the same about him. “How can I not kill him?” Jack had hit his limit.

I was nearing mine as well. Just over a week ago, the Devil had strangled me. “Pretty meat,” he’d sneered as his drool had coated my face. I put my head in my hands. “I need to slow down, just long enough to think.” I wished Tess could make time stand still.

“We doan get that luxury. Not since that bastard showed up here. We got a grenade in our camp, with the pin pulled.”

On the road, Jack had taught me about grenades: Once you pull the pin, a grenade is not your friend.

“What do you want from me, Evie?”

“I want you two not to fight each other. To give me time to sort through things.” I met his eyes. “I’m asking you not to hurt him.”

“I can’t . . . I can’t do this now, no. You’re fucking gutting me.” He rubbed that bandage. “I’d had this hope of being with you again, only thing keeping me goan.” He gazed past me. “But now, can’t even look at you.”

“Please try to see this from—”

A yell sounded across the camp.

Great. What had Death done now?

20

When Jack and I ran outside, we found Aric standing by his horse. Matthew was no longer with him.

Jack eyed the knight with a withering hatred; steady and still, Aric kept his gaze locked on me—

“She’s gone! She’s been taken!”

“Was that Finn?” I asked.

Jack made for the Magician’s tent, while I tried to keep up.

Inside, Finn sat on his cot, Matthew beside him. By the light of the low fire, I couldn’t tell which boy looked worse.

Gabriel, Joules, and Tess rushed in right after us.

“What happened here, podna?” Jack asked Finn. “Tell me nice and slow.”

“Selena was taken! Two soldiers did it. I walked in on one of them giving her an injection. His partner sneaked up behind me and shot me up. I just came to.”

Gabriel’s wings snapped open. “How did they get her out of the fort?”

“You tell me,” Finn said, baffled.

“We suspected we had traitors planted in this camp.” Jack bit out a vile curse in French. “How long ago was this?”

“Five or six hours?” Finn turned to me. “Right when I was going under, one of them was bitching about the wolf guarding you. I think you were also a target.”

“Whose target?” Jack said.

I feared I knew. “It might be General Milovníci. The Lovers told us they wanted to take me and Selena north to someone they called ‘the First.’ Maybe they meant their father?” The thought nauseated me as much as it had last night.

“I can catch them by air,” Gabriel said, “before they reach the other half of the army.”

Jack shook his head. “They’ll be spotlighting the skies for you. They’ve got truck-mounted rifles that can cut you in two.”

Gabriel turned on Matthew. “You had to have seen this, Fool!”

Finn raised his crutch to defend Matthew, but Jack blocked the archangel. “Just back off, Gabe! We’re goan to get Selena back.”

Right at that moment, a staticky call sounded in my head. —We will love you. In our own way.—