Thanks, she mouths back, visibly calming.

As we eat, we talk about having lunch with the Dolls in the Hickories, our upcoming tests in French and physics, and the fact that we're all weirded out by the death of the fraternity guy just outside our gates. "I don't get what happened to him," Drew says, glancing at me. "It's so odd."

"Beats me," I say as innocently as possible as I wash down another spicy mouthful of jambalaya.

By the time we're done, Drew and Liv are gazing at each other with googly eyes, and I'm trying not to feel jealous. It's not that I'm interested in Drew at all, and of course I'm glad that he likes Liv. I just wish someone would look at me that way. Specifically Caleb. Instead, I evidently inspire cursing and fleeing.

"Earth to Eveny," Max says. I realize I was so lost in thought that I'd spaced out for a moment.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Just asking if you had a date to the Mardi Gras Ball," he says.

I shake my head. "No. Do you?" I'm hoping he won't ask me to go as friends, because I'm holding out hope that something will change with Caleb.

So I'm relieved when he says in a stage whisper, "I'm thinking of asking Rob Baker," he says. When I look at him blankly, he adds, "He's in my Spanish class. I'm, like, ninety percent sure he's been flirting with me lately."

"Do you like him?" I ask.

"I guess. He's a nice guy. And he'd be fun to pass the time with until Justin Cooper stops pretending to be straight."

I gape at him. "Wait, what? Justin who's dating Chloe?"

He leans in conspiratorially. "I don't know what's up with him. He and I were flirting like crazy for a year. He finally told me he was going to officially come out to his parents over the summer. Next thing I know, he's dating Chloe St. Pierre."

"No way," I whisper. I'm absolutely positive Chloe has no idea about Justin's sexual orientation. "What do you think happened?" I ask carefully.

"Maybe his parents weren't cool with it, and he felt like he had to pretend to be straight? Whatever it was, though, he's not worth it. If he can't be true to who he is, I don't need that." I see sadness in his eyes behind the forced nonchalance.

"Maybe there's an explanation," I begin, but when Max gives me a questioning look, I realize I can't explain further.

"What, that he'd rather be popular than be with me?" Max asks bitterly.

Drew interrupts us then to ask how we want to split the bill. As Max and I dig in our wallets for cash, Max leans over and says, "Don't say anything, okay? Liv's the only one who knows what happened. I figure that whatever's going on with Justin is his business."

I agree to keep Max's story to myself, but I know it's on me to fix this-not just for Max and Justin, but for Chloe too. As the four of us walk out together, I think how lucky Liv and Drew are to have a chance at a relationship. Whatever's between them is real. Max deserves that too.

Drew and Liv hug awkwardly in the parking lot, then Drew gestures toward his pickup. "You ready?" he asks me.

I nod and say good-bye to Liv and Max before following after him.

"That was fun," I say once I'm strapped in and we're pulling out of the parking lot.

"Liv's a great girl. And Max is kind of growing on me."

"Growing on you?"

"I always thought he was sort of eccentric, with his Buddy Holly glasses and all those vests he likes to wear. But he's okay." He pauses. "You know, now that you have friends like that, I don't know why you'd want to keep hanging out with the Dolls."

I glance at him but don't say anything. Defending Peregrine and Chloe to him is getting old. I get that he's probably still hurting over losing Glory, and blaming the Dolls for making her life complicated is an easy thing to do. But the more I find out about this town, the more I realize that there are no clear-cut lines between right and wrong, good and bad.

"So, anything new with your band?" I ask, changing the subject. "Liv says you have a producer interested."

"Yeah, he wants us to come to New Orleans and meet with him, maybe play him a few of our originals."

"For real?" I grin at him. "Drew, that's a huge deal! Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm just trying not to get ahead of myself," he replies, but he looks excited. "Besides, I have to tie up a few loose ends here before I even think about getting out of this town."

We've just turned on to Cemetery Road when the truck pulls sharply to the right, sending us skidding off the shoulder into a muddy embankment. I cry out and reach for the door to steady myself as Drew struggles to regain control.

"What the hell was that?" I demand once we're back on the street. His face is pale, and his knuckles are white on the wheel.

"I have no idea," he says unsteadily. "Something's wrong with the steering."

The words are barely out of his mouth when the truck jerks to the right again, but this time Drew loses the fight with the steering wheel, and the truck goes spinning wildly toward the cemetery. I scream and do my best to brace myself between the dashboard and the door. Drew tries desperately to overcorrect, but we're only spinning faster.

Just as the driver's side wheels of the truck begin to lift off the ground, and I can feel us starting to flip, I'm hit with a wave of calm and clarity. I can save us.

I touch my Stone of Carrefour and say, "Lemon and wormwood." I don't even have to talk to Eloi Oke or think of what I want to ask the spirits, because every cell in my body knows what it wants: to live through this accident.

And then, as suddenly as the car started to careen out of control, it slams back to the ground and skids to a halt with the passenger door-my door-mere inches away from a huge oak tree. Another few feet and I would have been crushed.

We're silent for a moment as the car's engine hisses and dies. My breath comes in ragged gasps.

"Eveny," Drew says, turning to me with a horrified expression on his face. "I don't know what happened. I-I could have killed you."

"But you didn't," I reassure him in a shaky voice.

We scramble out of the truck. Drew's hands are trembling as he grabs his phone and calls 911. I hear him tell the police officer that he's had an accident. "Are you hurt?" he asks me, covering the mouthpiece with his hand.

I do a quick once-over and am astonished to realize that aside from my rapidly thudding heart, I'm physically fine. "No," I tell him. "Are you?"

He shakes his head and reports to the officer that we're both okay. He hangs up after explaining where we are. I watch as he sinks to the ground and puts his head in his hands.

"How did you survive that?" he asks in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know," I whisper. But against my chest, my Stone of Carrefour is burning. Lemons for protection and wormwood to prevent car accidents, I think, sending a silent thank-you up to my mother for having the foresight to include both of those plants in her herb journal. "Mesi, zanzet," I add.

"What did you say?" Drew asks, but I just shake my head.

As we wait for the police to arrive, I see a flash of something in the cemetery, and for a second, I'm sure it's Caleb, out for his nightly run. But the figure doesn't stop, and a moment later, I have the strange feeling that we're being watched.

24.

The next day, the buzz around school is all about my accident with Drew. Apparently, his truck is still stuck in the cemetery, and lots of people saw the wreckage on their way to school today. Everyone keeps telling me they can't believe I walked away unscathed.

As for the Dolls, they're all quiet and on edge, which I suspect is because tonight's ceremony to disempower the killer inside our gates is a big deal. Even lunch in the Hickories is subdued and mostly silent. It's only the chatter of Max, Drew, and Liv, all of whom have joined us on the cashmere blanket again, that breaks up the monotony. Caleb glares openly at Drew and entirely ignores me all through lunch.

On the way out of American history, Caleb catches up with me and puts a hand on my arm. "I'm really glad you're okay," he says, and the depth of concern in his eyes holds me captive until he turns and hurries away.

After school, I tell Aunt Bea that I'm working on a school project with Liv and spending the night at her place. I'm expecting her to be suspicious, but she's too shaken up by the accident to guess that I'm lying.

"Eveny, what if someone was trying to kill you?" she asks. "What if someone saw you arrive with Drew and cut the steering fluid line or damaged the brakes of his truck or something?"

"Relax," I tell her firmly. "It's just an old pickup truck. Nothing sinister."

I'm not sure I believe my own words, but I don't need Aunt Bea freaking out on top of everything else. She'll never allow me to leave the house tonight if she thinks I'm in danger. "Besides," I add, "I'm fine. Drew's fine."

"Because of a stroke of good luck," she says.

"No, because of zandara," I reply. "I used my Stone of Carrefour."

"Well, it sure didn't take you any time to become an expert, did it?" she asks. Without another word, she strides out the front door, slamming it behind her. A moment later, I hear her car's engine rumble to life.

I'm still thinking about Aunt Bea's reaction when I head down our driveway just after eleven. I arrive at Peregrine's mansion twenty minutes later, wearing a flowing, gauzy emerald dress of my mother's that I found buried in the back of my closet. I feel beautiful in it, and I hope it will make Caleb see me that way too.

But when the door to the Marceau mansion opens, my heart sinks. I'm dowdy in comparison to Peregrine and Chloe. As usual, they both look like supermodels in five-inch heels, perfect makeup, and slinky designer dresses. Peregrine's is a black leather sheath with a diamond-encrusted snake-shaped zipper, and Chloe's is a gold lame minidress that catches the light and makes her skin look even tanner.

"What look, exactly, are you trying to achieve?" Peregrine asks.. "Thrift store hippie?"

"It was my mom's," I say defensively.

"I think you look pretty," says a low voice from behind Peregrine and Chloe. I look up to see Caleb gazing at me. In a crisp charcoal suit, he's too good to be real. Locking eyes with him hits me so hard that I can't breathe until he turns and walks away.

Peregrine air-kisses me dramatically, and Chloe does the same. "Well, come on in," Peregrine says, nearly shoving me inside. "We don't have all night. Are you feeling better after your accident?"

"Still a little freaked out," I say. I follow Chloe and Peregrine into the house. The rest of the Dolls are mingling around, all of them as dressed up as Peregrine and Chloe. Arelia and Margaux are in matching hot pink minidresses with sky-high heels, and Pascal is standing behind them, leering at their legs. He's in a black suit with a silvery shirt and a black tie. A few feet away, Justin lounges on an armchair, looking uncomfortable in a navy suit and a yellow tie, which he keeps tugging at.

I clear my throat as Peregrine announces, "Eveny's here! Someone get her a drink!"

Margaux purses her lips but makes a move toward the bar.

"Gin and tonic?" she asks in a bored voice. "Or champagne?"

"Neither, actually," I say quickly. I want to stay as sober as possible.

Peregrine makes a face and rolls her eyes. "Fine," she says. "Someone go get Eveny some sweet tea instead."

Margaux hustles off toward the kitchen as quickly as her stilettoed feet can take her. Not to be outdone, Arelia scrambles after her.

A moment later, Margaux reappears at Peregrine's elbow and thrusts a tall glass of iced tea at me. "Here," she grunts.

"Thanks," I say, put off by her weirdness as usual. I take a few long sips, then set my glass down on a coaster. The grandfather clock chimes midnight, and the energy in the room shifts.

"It's time," Peregrine says solemnly.

I'm the only person who seems not to know what this means, but I follow the others toward a pair of closed double doors, which remind me a lot of the parlor in my own house. Peregrine and Chloe pull open the doors, and I follow the others into a large, dark room lit with candles that send flickering shadows dancing across the walls and ceiling.

The group moves silently into a circle in the center of the room. I'm surprised when it's Caleb who winds up on my left side and even more startled when his large, warm hand folds around mine. I'm elated for a second until I look up and realized that everyone in the circle is joining hands. In the center of the circle sit a bottle of bourbon and the coiled form of Audowido. I swallow back my discomfort, and I keep a close eye on him as his tongue darts lazily in and out of his mouth.

"What's happening?" I whisper to Caleb.

Caleb looks at me with concern. "The girls didn't explain this ceremony to you?"

I shake my head.

"It's a possession ceremony called a Renmen Koulev," Caleb's voice is flat and grim. "They probably thought it would freak you out."

"Why? I've already been possessed."

"It's-" He hesitates, as if searching for the right words. When he looks back at me, his expression is pained. "This ceremony is weird to watch. We use a snake-Audowido in this case-to call the spirits up from the nether. Then Peregrine and Pascal will allow themselves to be possessed by two spirits who already do a lot of favors for us."

"And it's weird to watch because . . . ?" I ask.

Caleb clears his throat. "Because it's kind of . . . sexual. The spirits don't get to do things like smoke and drink and have sex anymore. So the sosyete banks favors by letting the spirits take over their bodies for a while."

"Peregrine and Pascal are going to have sex?"

Caleb shakes his head. "Not quite. But things get pretty . . . hot." Even in the dim lighting, I can tell he looks embarrassed. "It's the best way to gather power in the short term. If everything goes right and the spirits get what they want, they'll help us, and the Main de Lumiere operative who killed the fraternity guy will be powerless again. He'll become immediately paralyzed the second he tries to use a weapon against any of us. We'll all be safe. This is something we have to do."

He squeezes my hand tighter just as Peregrine steps into the center of the circle beside Audowido. Chloe grabs my right hand and Justin's left to complete the ring.

Pascal breaks away from the group to strike a large triangle that hangs nearby. The sound reverberates throughout the room, and as Pascal rejoins the circle, Peregrine closes her eyes and looks skyward.

"Come to us now, Eloi Oke, and open the gate," Peregrine chants. "Come to us now, Eloi Oke, and open the gate. Come to us now, Eloi Oke, and open the gate."

She takes a small bundle of herbs, strikes a match, and lights them on fire. She drops them on the marble floor, and as soon as they're done smoldering, she says, "Ashes to ashes." She begins to dance, slowly at first, then more rapidly in the silence. I watch as Audowido uncurls and inches toward Peregrine. He begins to coil himself around her left leg just as she starts to chant again, but she doesn't seem to notice; she appears to be in a trance as she sways, moves her feet, and claps, while singing over and over in a high, sweet voice, "Move lespri, pran k mwen. Move lespri pran tet mwen."

Caleb leans in to whisper to me, "She's asking the spirits to take her body and her mind. But in order for this to work, we all have to focus on the ceremony. I promise; I won't let anything happen to you."

His voice is deep and soothing, and I believe him entirely. I close my eyes and try to focus on Peregrine's words and on the melody. Then she abruptly stops chanting, and I open my eyes to see what's going on.

Peregrine is standing in the middle of the circle, completely still, with Audowido wrapped up her left leg and down her left arm. The snake looks like he's become a part of her. I can see him breathing, his skin expanding and contracting.

"Just follow along," Caleb whispers as Peregrine returns to chanting. This time, on her second verse, the whole room begins to hum along with her. Peregrine starts to dance again, and when she does, everyone else in the circle begins swaying to the music too. I do my best to join in as the movements get more and more frenzied. Audowido is slowly unwinding himself from Peregrine now, and he, too, appears to be moving in time to the beat.

Suddenly, Peregrine stops singing and cries out. Everyone else's eyes are closed, but I keep mine open a sliver to watch what's happening. The air in the room has changed, and my Stone of Carrefour is suddenly so hot it's burning me. My heart thuds as I watch Pascal step silently into the circle. But he doesn't look like himself anymore; his body moves fluidly, like a rubber doll's.

He bends to pick up a pale purple handkerchief from the ground, where Audowido is slowly slithering in a wide circle. Pascal takes one end of the handkerchief and puts it into his mouth. Peregrine steps closer, until she and Pascal are just inches apart. She slowly takes the other end of the handkerchief and puts it in her mouth too.