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Wesley may trade in his preppy schoolboy persona for guyliner and silver studs, but Cash's weekend look is still solidly Hyde. His dark-wash jeans and crisp white polo make me feel dingy in my Bishop's ap.r.o.n.

His gold eyes light up when he sees me. He crosses the cafe and hops up onto a stool. "So this is where you live!" he says cheerfully.

"This is where I work," I say, drying a mug. "Upstairs is where I live."

He spins around on his stool and leans his elbows back on the counter while he surveys the cafe.

"Enchanting."



When he turns back around, I've already poured him a drink.

"And enchanted," he says, gesturing at the cup.

"I figured it was my turn to provide the coffee," I say. "So, what are you doing here?"

He takes a slow sip. "I brought your bike. I saw that you left it at school."

"Wow," I say, "you take your amba.s.sador role very seriously."

"Indeed," he says with a sober nod. "But if I'm being honest, the bike was an excuse to come say hi."

I feel myself blushing. "Oh really?"

He nods. "I was worried. Seniors are in charge of organizing Fall Fest, and Wesley bailed on prep yesterday. When I asked where he was, he said with you, and I was about to give him h.e.l.l for it, as is my friendly obligation, but he told me you'd had a bit of a sc.r.a.pe. So I thought I'd look you up and come make sure you were all right."

"Oh," I say. "You didn't have to, really. I'm fine."

"We must have different definitions of fine," he says, nodding at my bandaged hand. "What happened?"

"It's stupid, really. This old building," I say, showing him my taped palm. "I put my hand against a window and it broke. It's not a big deal," I add, the fourteen st.i.tches aching under my other sleeve. "I'll live."

Cash brings his fingertips to my hand, so light I barely hear the jazz and laughter in his touch. "Glad to hear it," he says, sounding strangely sincere. He rests his elbows on the counter, looking down into his drink. "Hey, so I've been thinking-"

Someone clears their throat, interrupting Cash, and I look up to see Wes standing a foot away, considering us. Or more precisely, considering Cash's hand, which is still touching mine. I pull away.

"Well, this is a surprise," he says. He looks freshly showered, dressed in simple black, his hair slicked back and still wet, his eyes rimmed with dark.

"Testing out your Fall Fest costume?" teases Cash.

Wes ignores the jab. "Am I interrupting something?" he asks.

"No," I say at the same time Cash mutters, "Not at all."

"Cash was just bringing me my bike."

Wes arches a brow. "The student council is far more involved than it used to be."

Cash's eyes narrow even as he smiles. "Quality a.s.surance," he says.

A moment of tense silence falls over us. When it's clear Wesley is here to stay, Cash hops down from his stool. "Speaking of," he says, "I'd better get back to Hyde. I left a huddle of freshmen hanging ribbons, and I just don't trust that lot with ladders." He turns his attention to Wesley. "Are you coming by later?"

Wes shakes his head. "Can't," he says, pointing upstairs. "Got to look after Jill for a bit. I'll stay late tomorrow."

"You better. Senior pride is on the line." He heads for the door. "Thanks for the coffee, Mackenzie."

"Thanks for the bike," I say. "And the chat."

"Any time."

Wesley watches Cash go. "You like him," he says quietly.

"So do you," I say. "He's a nice guy."

"That's not what I mean."

"I know what you mean." I do like Cash. He's normal. And when he's around, I almost forget that I'm not.

"I would have been here sooner," says Wes, "but it appears my access to your territory has been revoked. Any idea why?"

I frown. Agatha.

"Maybe they decided it was time to hand me the reins," I say as casually as possible. "How did you get here, then? Did you drive?"

"For your information, I took the bus."

I shudder at the thought. So many people in such a tiny box. But Wes has always been better with contact than I am. After all, he's the one who taught me how to let the noise wash over me, how to float instead of drown in the current of people's lives.

"Talk and work, kids. Talk and work," calls Berk from the other end of the counter. Wesley smiles and ducks under the bar.

"So," he asks, softer, "how did you sleep last night?"

The rooftop and the gargoyles and Owen's knife all flash through my mind.

"Awful at first," I say. "But then..." I feel my face warming. "I heard your noise, filling my head, and the nightmare just kind of fell apart."

"I wasn't sure what to do," he says, pouring himself a drink. "You called my name."

"Oh," I say, as he takes a sip, "that's because I killed you."

Wes nearly chokes on his coffee.

"It was an accident," I add. "Promise."

"Great," he says, knocking his shoulder against mine, briefly filling my head with rock and ba.s.s and drum. "Let's see if we can keep you nightmare-free." He pulls back a little. "Oh, and I talked to Amber. I asked her to let me know if Detective Kinney gets any leads. She said he's gotten really tight-lipped, but that she'll try to keep me posted. I think she thought I wanted to know because of Bethany...."

I'd nearly forgotten about their history. "I'm sorry about her," I say. A void is a rip in the world. It only stays open long enough to drag something-someone-through, and then it seals. Once a person is gone...

"Yeah. Well. I don't understand the why, but you're right about the what," says Wes. "I swung by her house to see if anything stood out."

"And?" I ask.

"Something's definitely off. It's in the driveway, right next to the car. I couldn't look right at it."

A breath of relief escapes. I didn't realize how badly I needed someone else to see the voids. Just then, my mother comes over. "Wesley," she says by way of h.e.l.lo as she scoops up two drinks from the counter.

Wes ducks back under the counter and nods. "Hi, Mrs. Bishop."

She seems nervous, and he seems tense, and I remember him growling at her last night, when the world began to tilt.

What have you done?

But in the unbalance, I see an opening. "Hey, Wes is going to watch Jill for a while. Can I go with him?"

It's the first thing I've said to her since last night, and I can see the struggle play out across her face as her eyes flick from Wesley to me (or at least to my ap.r.o.n, my collar, my jaw). She doesn't want to let me out of her sight. But if she says no, it'll only cement her as the villain. We're teetering at the edge of something high and steep, and neither of us wants to go over. Part of me thinks that after last night, Mom has already jumped, but I'm offering a rope, a chance to climb back up onto the ledge.

I can tell she wants to take it, but something stops her. I wonder if it's Colleen's voice in her head, warning against the pitfalls of lenient parenting and encouraging vigilance.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea...." Mom looks around the cafe, but Colleen's an hour away, Berk's staying out of our family drama, and Dad's not here to back her up. If he were, I'm pretty sure he'd side with me.

"I'll keep her out of trouble, Mrs. Bishop," offers Wesley, flashing her a small, genuine smile. If he's surprised by my inviting myself along, he never shows it. "Promise."

Mom shifts her weight, fingers curled around the coffee cups. A man at a corner table flags her over. "Okay," she says at last, still not looking at me. "But be back down in an hour," she adds. "In case it gets busy."

"Sure thing," I say, ducking under the counter before she can see the relief splashed across my face.

"And Mac," she says when Wes and I are nearly to the door.

"Yeah?"

I'm sorry. I can see the words on her lips as she looks at the s.p.a.ce a foot to my left, but she can't say them. "One hour," she says again for emphasis. I nod and follow Wes out.

TWENTY-ONE.

"YOU'RE IN A HURRY," says Wes once we're on the grand stairs.

"Things to do, dear Wesley."

"I'm intrigued," he says. "But you know, when I said I was going to watch Jill, I didn't intend it as a euphemism. Not that I'm averse, it's just-"

"There are two Histories on my list," I cut in. "And my parents have been playing warden and watch all weekend. I needed an excuse to get away so I could track the names down."

"Is that all my company is to you?" he asks with mock affront. "An excuse?"

We reach the top of the stairs, and I take his chin in my hand, rock music singing through my fingers. "If it makes you feel better," I say teasingly, "you're a very pretty excuse."

His brow crinkles. "I would have preferred dashing, but I'll take it."

My hand starts to slide away, but he catches it, holding it gently against his jaw. He gazes down through his black lashes, flashing me a sultry look. Even though I know he's playing, I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Finally his hand slips away; but as it does, his fingers graze my forearm and I pull back, wincing.

Wesley's flirting dissolves into a frown. "I don't think you should be hunting."

I sigh and head into the stairwell. "I don't have a choice."

"I could do it for you."

I shake my head. "You no longer have access to my territory."

"You could loan me your key."

"No," I say simply, pushing open the door to the third floor and heading down the hall. "I need to do it myself."

"Wait," he says. "Just wait." I drag myself to a stop beside the painting of the sea. My hour of freedom ticks away inside my head. Wes runs a hand through his hair. "You've been through a lot," he says. "Just give yourself a break."

"I can't," I say simply. "The Archive won't. I have to do this. It's my job. If I can't hunt, then I don't deserve to be a Keeper." I realize with a sinking feeling that it's true. I have to prove that I can do this, that I'm not broken. Agatha's not convinced, and right now, neither am I. But I can't give up. As badly as I want a normal life, I don't want to lose this. Lose myself. Lose Wes.

"I won't be long," I say. As I tug my ring off and pocket it, my senses adjust to the hall, to the keyhole now visible in the wallpaper crease, and to the closeness of Wesley's body, humming with life.

He frowns, tugging off his own ring. "I'm going with you."

"What about Jill?"

He waves a hand. "It's Jill. She's got her nose in some book. She couldn't care less if I'm there to watch her turn the pages."

"You don't have to come," I say, sliding my key over my head and slotting it in the wall.

"But I am," he says matter-of-factly as the Narrows door spreads, stainlike, over the wallpaper beside us. "Listen. I get that you need to do this, but it's been a bad few days, and I don't want you going in there by yourself, okay? Besides, I told your mom I'd keep you out of trouble, and this has trouble written all over it. So if you're determined to go stomping around the Narrows, then I'm going with you." His crooked smile flickers back to life. "And if you try to stop me-well then, I'll scream."

"You wouldn't," I gasp.

"I would. And you'd be surprised how far my voice carries."

"Fine. You can come." I sigh and turn the key in the Narrows door. "But don't get in my way."

Wes starts forward and then stops, remembering something. "What about your summons?" he asks. "Don't you need to report?"

I hesitate. "I already did," I say slowly. "I spoke to Agatha last night."

"And? Did you tell her about the voids? Your theory?"

I nod, half expecting Wes to tell me I should have kept my mouth shut, but he doesn't. He doesn't know Agatha, not the way I do. To him, she is the a.s.sessor. The authority. The Archive. It probably wouldn't occur to him to keep it a secret.

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