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down, fought his way through hundreds of rakshasas, and rescued me.”
    “I remember,” he said.
    “That’s when I realized you loved me,” I said. “I was in the cage and I heard you roar.”
    He chuckled. The tension in his shoulders eased. He hugged me and I kissed him. He tasted like Curran—male, healthy, and mine—and I would know that taste anywhere.
    “I’m coming with you, Your Foolishness. You can’t get rid of me.”
    “Thank you.”
    Besides, it would be good to get out of Atlanta. And away from Hugh d’Ambray—my father’s warlord.
    My family background is complicated. If my real father discovered I was still breathing, he would move heaven and earth to choke the life out of my body. For twenty-six years I had managed to hide in plain sight. But then my path had crossed with Hugh d’Ambray’s, and a couple of months ago he’d figured out who I probably was. I didn’t think he was one hundred percent sure, but he had to have strong suspicions. Sooner or later, Hugh d’Ambray would come knocking at my door, and I wasn’t ready. My body had healed and I was learning how to mold my blood into weapons and armor, which was one of my father’s greatest powers, but I needed more practice.
    The trip would buy me some time, and every day I’d grow stronger.
Good luck looking for me across the ocean, Hugh.
    Curran stepped closer. I leaned against him. Below us the forest stretched into the distance, and beyond it to the right, the twisted ruins of Atlanta darkened the horizon.
    The anxiety swelled in me and crested. The words came out on their own. “If we have children, how likely are they to go loup?”
    “Less likely than most,” Curran said. “I’m a First, and we don’t go crazy as often.”
    Firsts were a different breed from other shapeshifters. They were stronger and faster and had greater control of changing shape. But they were still subject to Lyc-V and the horror of loupism. “Is it possible?”
    “Yes.”
    I could feel the anxiety building inside me, like I was a windup toy being cranked up. “What are the chances?”
    He sighed. “I don’t know, Kate. Nobody in my family went loup as far as I know, but I was too young to ask about things like this. I just know it’s less likely. We’ll get the panacea, baby. I promise you that we will get it.”
    “I know.”
    “Do you want to have children?”
    I tried to wrap my mind around the idea of having Curran’s children. It wasn’t even a thought; it was a distant hazy idea, and looking at it too closely seemed too complicated right now. I tried to imagine myself pregnant and couldn’t. What if my father found me and killed my kids? What if they went loup?
    Curran had the strangest look on his face. I realized I was hugging myself.
    Hey, baby, do you want to have my children? Here, let me curl into a fetal ball in response.
Ugh. I was a moron.
    “Maybe. Eventually. When things settle down. Do you want to have children?”
    He put his arm around me. “Sure. Later on. I’m in no rush.”
    Wind bathed us, fresh and carrying a promise of a new day. As we stood together, the sun crested the forest, a narrow golden sliver so bright, it was painful to see.
    We would be together and we would get panacea for Maddie. That was all that mattered for now.

CHAPTER 3

    When Curran and I got down from the roof in search of breakfast, Barabas ambushed us with stacks of paper.
    “What is this?” I pondered the two-inch stack.
    “This is everything you have to do before you can leave for the Black Sea.” He pointed to the nearest conference room. A breakfast had been laid out. Plates with scrambled eggs, heaps of bacon, piles of sausage, and mountains of fried meat shared space with pitchers of coffee and towers of pancakes. The smell swirled around me. Suddenly I was ravenous.
    “Does the whole Keep know we’re leaving?” Curran asked.
    “I’m sure a few people are still asleep, but everyone else does, yes.” Barabas placed a stack