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“Why doesn’t somebody just make you a freaking superhero cape?”
    Michael’s expression didn’t change.
    “Son. Michael’s an adult, and he’s capable of making his own decisions.”
    “He’s nineteen.”
    “I refuse to put anyone else in jeopardy, especially if they’re underage. What happened last year almost ruined us.”
    “Oh, what, you mean how enrollment at school dropped after you blew up in your lab?” I laughed bitterly. “Or when it dropped after you came back from the dead? I can see why you’d jump to Michael for help, considering what an ‘adult’ handle he had on that situation.”
    “All of this falls squarely on me,” Em spoke up. “Jack compromised the continuum because he wanted my ability to travel to the past. It’s not right for me to sit safely and act like I’m not responsible.”
    “Jack didn’t kill me because of you, Emerson,” Dad assured her. “He wanted the Hourglass, and after that was his, he got greedy. He tried to use you as a tool for some grander scheme to change something in his past.”
    “Please, Liam.” Em scooted to the edge of the couch and leaned forward, staring until Dad met her eyes. “I want to be a tool for the right reasons. Let me help.”
    “Michael and I can handle it,” Dad insisted, his eyes shuttering any emotion. “I only wanted to catch you all up to speed. Oh, but I do need one thing. Someone to tell Ava that Jack is back.”
    Everyone looked at me.

Chapter 6
     
    I

didn’t believe in delaying unpleasant tasks. I went straight from Dad’s office to the stone gatehouse on our property and knocked.
    “We have to talk,” I said, when Ava answered.
    She tried to slam the door in my face.
    I stuck out my foot to block it, glad I was wearing boots. It bounced off and swung open. “I’m serious.”
    “I’m serious, too. I don’t want to deal with you today.” Ignoring me, she went to the couch and picked up the television remote. When she pressed a button, a scene from nineteenth-century England disappeared from the TV screen. “Besides, there’s nothing we need to discuss.”
    She wore a tank top, and I could see every detail of her shoulders and collarbones beneath the tiny straps. Too skinny to begin with, she was starting to resemble those runway models who ate cotton instead of real food because it was chewy and calorie free.
    “Actually, there’s a lot to discuss.”
    “Go home, Kaleb,” she said, with barely concealed disgust.
    A couple of weeks ago, Ava and I had run into each other after school. Physically ran into each other. I’d tapped into her emotions against my will. She’d been wound so tight I went against my better judgment and asked her if she was okay. One word of kindness, and she’d spilled her guts. We’d ended up huddled together on the floor while she cried until all her tears were gone.
    Jack Landers did terrible things to her that no one deserved. Things she couldn’t remember, but could still feel.
    Until that day, I’d had no idea. We weren’t exactly friends now, but we weren’t enemies, either. I didn’t call her The Shining anymore, but things were at least twelve shades of awkward between us.
    I pulled at the roots of my hair, glad I’d started growing it out so I had some to grab in frustration. I tried again. “I know you don’t like me—”
    “And I’m your favorite person?”
    I stood my ground.
    “Fine,” she said. “Why are you here? Have you added sadomasochism to your list of extracurriculars?”
    “No. It’s about Jack—”
    She raised a long, skinny arm and pointed at the door. “Get out.”
    “Stop cutting me off,” I yelled, instantly sorry when she flinched. I tried again in a lower voice. “You have to hear this. We called a truce, remember? All I’m asking for is a few minutes.”
    Her face remained blank. “I’ll give you three.”
    “He’s back.”
    She stared at me, her face going paler with every passing second. “Are you