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it either.
    I said hi to Hope Adams. Hope was a friend of ours and an Expisco half-demon. Her dad? Lucifer. The Lord Demon of Chaos.
    â€œHow are you doing?” I asked.
    Hope was seven months along with her first child, and the pregnancy hadn’t been easy. When she said she was fine, her voice was so weak I could barely make it out over the speaker.
    â€œYou sound exhausted,” I said. “Are you getting enough rest?”
    â€œYes, I just—”
    A clatter and a weak yelp of “Karl!”
    A male voice growled in the background. “If you’re telling them you’re fine, then clearly you’re not the one who should be making this call.”
    Hope’s husband. Karl Marsten. Of all the werewolves in the American Pack, Karl’s the only one who spooks me. But Hope can handle him, and the fact that she only sighed at his growling told me she was in rough shape.
    â€œShe’s still having the visions,” Karl said after he’d confiscated the phone.
    â€œWhat visions?” I asked.
    He ignored the question. “I know Elena thinks it’s just a difficult pregnancy, but this is more than hormones. Hope isn’t sleeping. At all. These aren’t the nightmares of a stressed pregnant woman. They’re visions, and until she figures out what they mean, she’s going to keep having them.”
    As an Expisco, Hope did see visions—usually replays of past chaos.
    â€œWhat’s she seeing?” I asked.
    He hesitated, and I expected him to snap at Jaime to take him off the speaker. Clearly Jaime already knew what was going on here, and Karl didn’t have time for me right now. He never does. When he did continue, it told me just how worried he was.
    â€œFlashes of images. The same ones over and over. Wolves. A baby. Jasper Haig.”
    â€œOkay,” I said slowly. “Nightmares about wolves and babies when she’s pregnant with a werewolf’s child?”
    â€œYes, yes. It does sound like pregnancy jitters but—”
    â€œAnd dreaming of the psycho who’s hell-bent on coming for her if he ever gets out of Cortez Cabal custody? If I was pregnant, I’d worry about everything that could threaten my child. Jaz is a threat.”
    â€œOf which I am well aware.” Karl’s tone made me shut my mouth so fast my teeth clicked. “She’s seeing other images, too. A little boy. A laboratory. A meeting room filled with young people. Images with no obvious chaotic connection. Yet they’re scaring her and she doesn’t know why. She’s seeing you, too.”
    â€œMe?”
    â€œYes. And a sword. She sees Savannah and a glowing sword.”
    â€œUm, that might not be . . .” Jaime’s voice came over the rustle of her dressing. She paused, then cleared her throat. “Could she be seeing Eve?”
    â€œWith a sword?” I said.
    â€œNot specifically.” Jaime hurried on. “Heaven and hell, angels and demons, swords and brimstone. Generic afterlife imagery. Anyway it does seem that Hope’s really having visions. Karl? I’m guessing you want me to run this past Eve and—”
    A rap at the door told Jaime it was time for her hair and makeup. She came out from behind the screen, resplendent in a golden brown dress, and told Karl she’d call him later to discuss it. I said good-bye to Hope, wishing her better dreams, and promised to send some of Paige’s sleeping tea.

four
    S ome theaters have box seats that Jaime reserves for friends and investors. This one didn’t, which meant mingling with masses. There are always a few extra seats in a “sold-out” show, and she managed to find us a pair together. The single beside Adam stayed empty until five minutes before the curtain, when a woman barreled down the aisle, and into our row, not giving anyone a chance to stand and make more room.
    People come to Jaime’s show for two reasons: entertainment and