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would be much less annoying than listening to you whispering and guessing and carrying on. I only get so long here on Earth. I intend to enjoy it.”
    That wasn’t all. It couldn’t be all. Verlaine sensed that much.
    Apparently there was also something about saying his real name, whatever it was. He found it difficult.
    “We know one thing,” Mateo said, folding his arms. “You don’t like Elizabeth much more than we do.”
    “Are you honestly surprised? With that charming personality of hers.” Asa just smiled. “Still, I never forget: She’s the boss.”
    With that, he clapped his hands together—and time began again, everyone rushing past them in the hallway like before. Nadia had stepped right into that cheerleader’s path, and she huffed and said, “Excuse you” before sweeping by the three of them.
    The assistant principal glanced over her shoulder at them. “Move along. There’s nothing to see.”
    “How wrong she is,” Asa whispered in Verlaine’s ear. His breath was so hot—like steam against her skin.
    He walked away, quickly blending into the crowd.
    Mateo turned to Nadia. “Demons?”
    “What do they do?” Verlaine asked. “What is Elizabeth going to use him for?”
    Nadia shook her head. “I—I don’t know. There’s too much I don’t know.” She bit her lower lip, so obviously troubled that Verlaine didn’t have the heart to ask her any more questions. “I’ll dig into Goodwife Hale’s Book of Shadows tonight. Go over my own materials. See if I can find anything else. But demons . . . that’s arcane magic. High-level magic. The kind of stuff I don’t know nearly enough about.”
    Well, that wasn’t encouraging. Mateo responded to Nadia’s disquiet the way he responded to her happiness, or her absentmindedness, or anything else these days—by hugging her tightly.
    Verlaine was sure of only one thing: The situation had just gotten worse.
    Elizabeth opened the door to her back room. She had not entered it in years, but knew that until very recently, it had not looked like this.
    Spiderwebs shivered as the wind blew through the room behind her, ruffling her chestnut curls. The room was thick with them, corner to corner, floor to ceiling. The one chair in the corner was nothing but silver white now, as though it were made of wool instead of rotting wood. Some chips of the remaining paint dangled in the webs, wrapped in cocoons as though they were prey. Elizabeth stretched her hand forward, her long fingers breaking web after web; spiders skittered along her skin, and she paid them no mind.
    Here her Book of Shadows had attempted to trap Nadia Caldani—and had failed.
    The webs thickened, breaking across her face, sticking to her hair. Elizabeth bent to kneel on the floor; through the misty grayness of the webs she could see the Book of Shadows. She smiled, almost fond. If Elizabeth had ever had a friend, she had long since forgotten what that felt like. The affection she felt for this book, and the primal, unthinking loyalty it gave her in return, were the closest Elizabeth would ever come to friendship again.
    “I would have thought you could hold her,” Elizabeth murmured. She knew the book did not hear, but she spoke gently all the same. “There is something uncanny about her power. Something I must understand.”
    Her fingers closed around the Book of Shadows. Its leather was dark with age, but not brittle in the way any ordinary binding would have been after nearly four hundred years. Instead it felt rough, too thick—like scar tissue that had never quite healed. When she lifted it from the floor, she could see the rectangular space where it had long been, free of dust or cobwebs. But one long-legged spider, as large as her palm, scurried into the spot as though to fill it up.
    Elizabeth folded the book close to her chest. For so many years she had not consulted it, only drawn on its power.
    But this close to the completion of her great work, she could not allow