Thirteen.

The early hours before dawn found me bleary-eyed and frustrated. I hadn't been able to get back to sleep after I woke from the dream I'd had of Baron Samedi in the pines. I didn't doubt that someone summoning him would be a very bad idea, and I'd spent the rest of the long, dark hours thinking about what I could do to stop it from happening. We had maybe two more days left before someone would be able to use the aloe. We needed to know what other ingredients Thisbe would need, and we needed to know what Thisbe might want from Samedi if we were going to stop her before it happened.

It wasn't quite light out when I decided I was tired of waiting. I knocked on Lucy's bedroom door. When I didn't hear anything I knocked a little louder and heard her mumbled reply, so I peeked my head on in.

"Lucy?" I whispered. "Are you awake?"

"No," she grumbled.

She didn't seem all that upset about me bothering her, so I eased myself into the room. "Lucy," I hissed, a little louder now.

"What?" she groaned, turning over and regarding me with a half-open eye. Then, seeing who it was, she blinked herself awake, sitting up before she was really steady. "What is it?" she whispered, her eyes widening with something that looked like panic. "Did something happen?"

"No," I said, cringing inwardly. I hadn't meant to startle her like that. "I wanted to ask you for a favor."

"Now?" She slumped back into her pillows. "It's not even morning yet."

"Sure it is. It's past five," I told her.

"Chloe, that's still basically the middle of the night."

"The sun's almost up," I argued.

She glared at me and turned back over.

"I need your help," I said, and that seemed to get her attention again.

She rubbed at her eyes a bit and pushed that wild hair of hers back from her face. "With what?"

"I want you to come with me ... "

"With you where?"

"I want to go have another look around the cabin," I told her, "and I don't want to go alone."

"The cabin?" Her brain must have been as sluggish as her voice sounded. "Wait. You mean Thisbe's cabin?"

I nodded.

"Are you crazy?"

"No. I mean, maybe, but I'm thinking there might be something there that everybody else missed. A clue or something." Actually, what I thought was that I could try touching different parts of it again, maybe see if I would have any more visions. But I didn't want to be alone when I did it. And after Piers's reaction the first time, I wasn't ready to tell Lucy my plan.

She frowned as she stared at me. "You're serious."

I nodded. "I think maybe there might be something in her house that might help us figure out if Augustine was a real person or something Thisbe conjured up to play at my sympathies. Or now that we know she might be trying to summon Baron Samedi, maybe we'll see something that we missed beforesome clue as to what else she might want with him."

Lucy thought about that for a second. She still probably thought I was nuts, but at least she was considering it.

"You're half right," she said, flopping the covers back and popping out of her bed all business and ready to go.

"So you'll go with me?" I asked, surprised. I really thought she'd say no.

"Not to the cabin, no way. There's nothing there, anyway," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Dad's crew searched that place top to bottom after everything went down a few weeks ago. If there had been anything to find, they would have found it already."

Lucy was more alert by now as she pulled on her clothes and looked in the mirror to untangle her nest of hair.

I couldn't help but reach up and touch mineor what was left of it.

"Anyway, there isn't any reason to go back thereand not just because that place creeps me out," she said with a shudder. "But the idea to go search Thisbe's home is actually a great one. We need to go to Thisbe's other home." She looked at me with those old-soul eyes, and I could tell I wasn't going to like what came next. "To your home," she clarified, her voice going soft and low.

Sometimes I hate it when I'm right.

I wasn't as sure as Lucy seemed to be about going back to my house. To be honest, I didn't want to face that feeling of being held out and all alone again, but I couldn't argue with her, really, because she was right. We didn't have any other leads, and my mommaThisbehad lived and breathed under that roof for most of my life. It was the one place where there should be something of hers, and I had a feeling that we would find something there. Why else would Thisbe have worked so hard to keep me out?

Which was the problemI couldn't set foot across the threshold. Not that a little thing like that was enough to talk Lucy out of it.

"So this spell on the house," she asked as I drove down the back roads that connected Le Ciel to my neighborhood. "Did it hurt when you tried to get in, or did it just make you feel uneasy, or ... "

"I couldn't move," I told her. It came out a little sharper than I meant it to, but even thinking about that morning had me feeling all kinds of wrong. "I got to a certain point, and I, literally, couldn't take another step. It felt like there was concrete drying around my feet and a vise squeezing my heart. I couldn't even breathe. All I could do was stand there, because it felt like moving might kill me."

I turned off the road and began to steer my old Nova up the long, unpaved driveway that led back to my house. When I was little, I'd ride my bike up that very same drive, knowing all the while that my momma would have something cool to drink and a smile just for me. When I got older, I'd drive home from school and the windows would be open, like my momma's arms had always been. And at night, coming home after a party, the windows would be aglow and waiting.

That morning, though, the windows were dark glass, reflecting the still-sleeping world back to me. But the house seemed to be waiting just the same. The closer we got, the more the pressure behind my eyes built.

I didn't pull all the way up to the porch.

"Ready?" Lucy asked after I put the car in park and killed the engine.

"Not even a little bit," I said, but I got out of the car when she did.

By then the sky had started to turn from a shade of lurid pink to the hazy blue of the day. It hadn't been a hopeful kind of sunrise. It had been the kind of sunrise that once might have made sailors lower their sails and secure their ships.

"I'll make it quick," she said. "In and out, and nothing's going to happen."

"Says you." I couldn't take my eyes off the glaring windows or shake off the unease I felt just looking at the place I'd once called home.

"Right." Lucy started toward the house, and I didn't have much choice but to follow.

When we got close to the porch, I could feel the beginnings of something. My feet felt heavy, sluggish. "I don't think this is going to work."

"Do you feel it?" she asked.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

She shook her head.

Still I tried to walk on toward the house, but there came a point where I couldn't go on. The same solid, invisible wall greeted me, and my feet felt like lead. When I tried to push through it, the same squeezing panic filled my chest to bursting until I stepped back to the relative safety of just feeling uneasy.

Reluctantly, I handed Lucy the key. "Be careful."

"Any idea about where I should look?"

"I don't know," I said, trying to think. "I'm not even sure what we're looking for."

"Something private," Lucy told me. "Something she wouldn't have wanted you to see, even before you knew what she was."

"Then you'll need to try her room," I said. "She never let me in there unless she was with me." She used to say that a woman had a right to her privacy, but now I wondered if she was keeping me out to keep her secret safe.

"Anywhere else?" Lucy asked. She was studying the house with an intense look of concentration, like she expected something to change or jump out and attack at any second.

I combed through the house in my mind, trying to imagine a place where my momma might have hidden that other part of herself. "The basement," I said at last. "She never wanted me down there when I was little."

"Right," Lucy said, but it didn't look to me like she was in any hurry to go into the house on her own. Especially not into any basement.

"We don't have to do this," I said. "We could wait until Piers gets back."

She shot me another sharp look. "You know we don't have that kind of time. I won't let her do to anyone else what she did to Alex."

"Okay, then. Be careful," I told her.

Lucy took a deep breath and then started up the stairs of the porch, her steps tentative like she was expecting the floor to drop out beneath her at any moment. When it didn't, her shoulders relaxed a little and she unlocked the door.

"If you're not out in ten minutes, I'm calling for help," I told her as she pushed open the door. She turned back to me and nodded her agreement before she stepped inside.

Fourteen.

I held my breath as the door shut behind Lucy, and I kept it held until I saw a light come on inside the house. I couldn't go any farther, but I wasn't about to go back, either, so I stood and kept watch, taking in the angry-looking house and wondering how my whole life had gotten so far off course.

A moment later, a light came on upstairsmy momma's windowbut the curtains stayed still. No movement gave away anything happening inside. I checked my phone for the time, but when I turned it on, Piers's last message was there, staring me in my face.

Talk later.

Except we hadn't talked, not really. The short, gruff conversation we'd had when I called him felt almost worse than silence would have. More real and more hopeless somehow.

But if I was honest with myself, I'd known for a while this day had been coming. Ever since Piers had gone off to Vanderbilt instead of staying at one of the colleges around New Orleans, I'd been worried that he was really moving away from me. Maybe him being a couple of years older hadn't mattered so much when we were younger, but more recently, the differences between us had already started to seem that much bigger and more insurmountable.

And with Thisbe between us, I could feel the distance between us widening.

I looked at the message again and thought of the hanged man card that I'd drawn a couple of days ago. It was all about sacrifice. Giving up your hold on something to gain a bigger view. Maybe I'd have to give up more than I thought. Maybe I'd have to give up Piers.

Upstairs, the light went off.

I clicked off the phone and pushed it into my back pocket. I couldn't let myself think about that. Not yet, at least. It wouldn't do anyone any good to get all upset about things I couldn't change right this minute.

By then, Lucy had been gone for about seven, maybe eight minutes. The house still stood silent, though, the doorway dark and still. I tried again to take a step forward, but again, my effort was met with pain in my chest and my feet feeling like lead.

Another minute passed.

Two.

Any minute now she'd come on out of there and we could go. But that minute passed, and so did a fistful of minutes more, and I started to get a feeling that something wasn't right.

I pulled out my phone to call Mama Legba, cursing myself for letting Lucy talk me into doing something so stupid, but when I went to turn it on, the screen was dead. I shook it a little, like that was going to do anything, but of course it didn't. I'd had plenty of battery a minute before, but no matter how long I held the power button, nothing happened. Not a flicker of energy, not any sign that the phone was anything but dead.

Still, no Lucy.

Maybe she'd left her phone in the car, I thought, knowing even as I hoped that it was a long shot. Still, I had to try.

But I didn't take but three steps back when the wind picked up. It was the kind of wind that rolls as it blows through, up from the ground and then around you like the beginnings of a storm. It was enough to make me stop dead in my tracks.

I thought about the bottles breaking, and the light flickering at Odeana's house, and the wind tearing through Mama Legba's back rooms, and a feeling of dread started inching right down my spine. I had to force myself to calm down.

But even when I got my breathing steady, this wind felt different, and it didn't stop. The trees started to sway in the gusts, the wind whistling and whipping through them with more and more force.

I started for the car, but stopped again when I heard the buzzinga metallic sound that started off slow and grew and grew, coming up from behind me. Coming from the house, I realized as I glanced over my shoulder. There, just beyond the roofline, the sky was dark, and the darkness was growing.

No, not growing. Coming closer.

I tried to take another step toward the car. I didn't want to be out without anything protecting me, not with that dark cloud coming. Closer and closer. But I couldn't make my feet move.

The cloud grew and billowedI could barely make out the roofline now, because the cloud had almost swallowed it. And the buzzing was getting louder and louder.

That's when I realized it wasn't a cloud. It was a swarm.

I tried to run again, but the minute I tried to lift up my foot, I found that I couldn't. Magic stronger than my fear or my panic was pinning me there.

The buzzing was heavy in the air and the house almost completely obscured by the dark swarm. My heart beat frantically in my chest, and I managed to take a step, maybe two, but then my feet wouldn't budge. And then they were upon me. All around me thousands of legs and wings and tiny, hard bodies brushed against me, beat against me. I crouched low to the ground, trying to keep them off me, but still they swirled, a hurricane of living things, buzzing and angry and hungry.

The swarm was so dense it felt like a solid wall. My arms stung where some of them scraped at me, and my throat burned from my screams.

I am going to die here, I thought. Eaten alive by an army of bugs.