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Who had ht she’d written this entry? Aone of the good guys for hi to see the next day? Had she been planning to kill her, too? Were they hu, or Fae? If they were Fae, how had she been killing them? I had the spear Dani, a courier for Post Haste, Inc, the false front for the organization of sidhe-seers run by the Grand Mistress, Rowena, had the sword Those were the only teapons I knew of that could kill a Fae Had Alina discovered soes in her journal, why had so of all: Who had sent it to me? Who had my sister’s journal? V’lane, Barrons, and Rowena all denied ever havingperhaps, in his twisted arrogance, that it would make me find him as attractive as my sister had? As usual, I was adrift in a sea of questions and if ansere lifeboats, I was in i

I picked up the envelope and studied it Plain, off-white velluh to have been custo

The address, neatly typed in generic font, could have come from any inkjet or laser printer, anywhere in the world

MacKayla Lane c/o Barrons Books and Baubles, it said

There was no return address The only clue it offered was a Dublin postmark, dated yesterday, and that was no clue at all

I sipped , dressed, and hurried down from my bedroom on the top floor of the shop so I could stock the new dailies and otten distracted by the stack of mail piled on the counter Three bills into it, I’d found the envelope containing the page from Alina’s journal The pile of mail teetered; the monthlies were still boxed

I closedfor my sister’s journal, desperate to find it before sootten to it before hts, and had at their disposal all the knowledge she’d gained since she’d arrived on Ireland’s Fae-infested shores

What other secrets did her diary contain, besides unflattering personal insight into me? Had she written about the location of any of the Hallows or relics we needed? Did so around? Were I andto track it the sanored it Everyone thatAlina’s handwriting, hearing her words spoken aloud inraas in no mood to talk books to a custo, but after a three-second pause, began again

The third ti, I picked it up, just to shut it up

It was Christian MacKeltar, wondering what had happened to ht, and why I hadn’t returned any of his calls I could hardly tell hi driven toaddictive, cannibalistic tea to a homicide detective in order to turn hi hi hi up on howsex with the verythe rest of the h to our world

No, I was quite certain all of that would only alienate a ht prove a valuable source of information

So I offered him a colorful bouquet of lies, and ht

By the tio see Christian, Barrons still hadn’t put in an appearance, and I was glad I wasn’t ready to face him yet

As I locked up the bookstore, I scanned the Dark Zone Three Shades toed the edge of the light The rest slithered and slid in the shadows Nothing had changed Their prison of darkness still held

I turned briskly to e, where Christian worked in the Ancient Languages Departo, when Barrons had sent me to pick up an envelope from the woman who ran the department She hadn’t been there, but Christian had

Then we’d run into each other a second ti me he’d known my sister, and even knehat she and I were Our conversation had been rudely interrupted by Barrons, who’d called to warn me Hunters were in the city, and toldto call Christian the next day and find out what else he knew, but on my way home, I’d been cornered by Hunters and abducted by Mallucé and, needless to say, I’d hadforappearance of the Sinsar Dubh had prevented us froain I was anxious to find out what he knew