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low and ready. She expected livestock, cowering villagers, the sound that had become familiar: the moan of cornered animals.
    She saw livestock, cowering villagers. The fire of her wings painted them ghastly. Their eyes shone mercury-bright, like things that live for night.
    They weren’t moaning.
    A laugh; it sounded like a match strike: dry, dark. All wrong. And when the angel Bethena saw what
else
was waiting under the aqueduct, she knew that she’d been wrong. The war was not over.
    Though for her and her comrades, abruptly, it was.

11
T HE U NFATHOMABLE W HY
    A phantom
, the news anchor said.
    At first, the evidence of trespass had been too scant to be taken seriously, and of course there was the matter of it being impossible. No one could penetrate the high-tech security of the world’s elite museums and leave no trace. There was only the prickle of unease along the curators’ spines, the chilling and unassailable sense that
someone had been there
.
    But nothing was stolen. Nothing was ever missing.
    That they could tell.
    It was the Field Museum in Chicago that captured proof of the intruder. First, just a wisp on their surveillance footage: a tantalizing bleed of shadow at the edge of sight, and then for an instant—one gliding misstep that brought her clearly into frame—a girl.
    The phantom was a girl.
    Her face was turned away. There was a hint of high cheekbone;her neck was long, her hair hidden in a cap. One step and she was gone again, but it was enough. She was real. She had been there—in the African wing, to be precise—and so they went over it inch by inch, and they discovered that something
was
missing.
    And it wasn’t just the Field Museum. Now that they knew what to look for, other natural history museums checked their own exhibits, and many discovered similar losses, previously undetected. The girl had been careful. None of the thefts were easily visible; you had to know where to look.
    She’d hit at least a dozen museums across three continents. Impossible or not, she hadn’t left so much as a fingerprint, or tripped a single alarm. As to what she had stolen… the
how
was quickly drowned out by the unfathomable
why
.
    To what possible end?
    From Chicago to New York, London to Beijing, from the museums’ wildlife dioramas, from the frozen, snarling mouths of lions and wild dogs, the jaws of Komodo dragon specimens and ball pythons and stuffed Arctic wolves, the girl, the phantom… she was stealing
teeth
.

12
I F EEL H APPY
    From: Karou
    Subject: Not dead yet
    To: Zuzana
    Not dead yet. (“Don’t want to go on the cart!”)
    Where am I and doing what?
    You might well ask.
    Freaky chick, you say?
    You can’t imagine.
    I am priestess of a sandcastle
    in a land of dust and starlight.
    Try not to worry.
    I miss you more than I could ever say.
    Love to Mik.
    (P.S. “I feel happy…. I feel happy….”)

13
A SYMMETRY
    Light through lashes.
    Karou is only pretending to be asleep. Akiva’s fingertips trace her eyelids, slip softly over the curve of her cheek. She can feel his gaze on her like a glow. Being looked at by Akiva is like standing in the sun.
    “I know you’re awake,” he murmurs, close to her ear. “Do you think I can’t tell?”
    She keeps her eyes closed but smiles, giving herself away. “Shush, I’m having a dream.”
    “It’s not a dream. It’s all real.”
    “How would you know? You’re not even in it.” She feels playful, heavy with happiness. With
rightness
.
    “I’m in all of them,” he says. “It’s where I live now.”
    She stops smiling. For a moment she can’t remember who she is, or
when
. Is she Karou? Madrigal?
    “Open your eyes,” Akiva whispers. His fingertips return to her eyelids. “I want to show you something.”
    All at once she remembers, and she knows what he wants her to see. “No!” She tries to turn away, but he’s got her. He’s prying her eyes open. His