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room.
    Once out of the room, I bent over and took in some deep breaths. I felt sick. My head was spinning and I just wanted to curl up into a little Salem ball and cry my eyes out.
    Trevor’s hand was on my back when I straightened. “Let’s get out of here.”
    “What are we going to do?”  I turned into him. He opened his arms and snuggled me in close. I could feel his heart beating against my own chest.
    “We need to find out who we are dealing with and stop them.”
    The tears came then, I couldn’t stop them any longer. I closed my eyes and breathed Trevor in. His smell always calmed me down.  “I don’t want to fight anymore. I thought we were done with that.  I just want to live.  I just want to be a teenage girl again with barely passing grades, a shitty afterschool job and some hope for a decent future.”
    “I know, baby.” He smoothed a hand over my head. “But if we don’t stop them, who will?”
    Chloe was on me the second we materialized back in her bedroom.
    “Did you see the body? Are they back? Are we in danger?”
    “Yes, yes and yes.”
    She paled. I guess she didn’t like my answers. I just didn’t want to lie to her and tell her everything was all right. Because it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.
    “What are we going to do?” she asked.
    I gripped her by her upper arms. “We aren’t going to do anything. Trevor and I will handle it.”
    “I want to help.”
    “I know you do, Chloe. But I don’t want you to get hurt.”
    She looked crestfallen but also a little bit relieved.  “What are you guys going to do then?”
    “Check into this Deanna Moser’s background. Find out where she was before they took her,” Trevor said.
    Chloe’s eyes popped.  “Deanna Moser?”
    “Yeah,” I said, “That was the name on the toe tag. Why?”
    “She went to our school.”
    “What?”
    Chloe crouched near her bed and pulled out a stack of yearbooks. She grabbed last years and sat down with it on the bed.  She flipped through it, then stopped.  She turned it toward me, and pointed to a picture.
    “Is that the dead girl?”
    Trevor and I both looked at the yearbook picture. I glanced at him to confirm my suspicions. He nodded, then moved away to look out the window.
    “Yeah, that’s her.”
    Then right before I shut the book, my gaze landed on another photo. One of those candid ones of students in the hallway, doing what they do. In this image, Deanna leaned against a bank of lockers talking to a boy. It looked harmless, innocuous. An image like any image in high school. Except the boy in the photo was my brother Kyle.

Chapter Four
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    A fter leaving Chloe in a state of two parts shock, one part frenzied, Trevor drove me home.  We didn’t talk much. Likely we were both thinking about what was ahead of us and what we needed to do fix it.  I know I was wishing I still had the sword so I could drive it through the gut of whoever had killed that girl. The list of suspects included the remaining members of Malice, Seth and Quinn, or Merlin himself, their granddaddy of sorts.
    He was ours in a way too.
    But believe me I had no problem gutting him like a pig. There would be no family sentimentality with this girl.
    Trevor parked in front of my house but didn’t shut off the car. I took that as a sign that he wasn’t coming in with me. Instead he reached across the seat and stroked my hair with his fingers.
    “Are you going to be cool?”
    “I guess.  No point in freaking out about it.” Of course what I was referring to was the fact that Kyle had known the deceased girl.  I wasn’t one to believe in coincidences. In my world, everything happened for a reason.
    “Just keep it together. Okay? They want us to be afraid and do something stupid.”
    “Well, it’s working,” I said then gave a little humorless laugh. “Do you think I should tell Kyle?”
    “I don’t know, are you ready to come out as a cambion to your family?”
    “No.”
    He squeezed my