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    â€œFor all I care, you can stay right here in your mansion, stewing in your own juices just like you have been for months now. Although it won’t be long before Fedora realizes that you’re not nearly as dead as she wants you to be.” I stared him down. “What do you think will happen then?”
    I slashed my knife through the air right in front of his throat, just in case he didn’t get the point.
    He gasped and staggered back. “She’ll come back.”
    I nodded. “That she will, and I imagine that next time, she’ll make sure that you’re good and dead before she leaves.”
    His face paled, making him look even more skeletal than before, as that horrifying fact slowly sank in. Dead man walking in more ways than one.
    â€œEnjoy your life, Jonah,” I snarled. “What little is left of it, anyway.”
    I gave him a mock salute with my knife, then turned and stalked off into the night.
    *   *   *
    Once again, Phillip followed me, although we hadn’t taken five steps before McAllister started hissing at me.
    â€œBlanco!” he said, his sharp voice dissolving into a bitter wail. “You can’t do this! You can’t leave me here! Not again! I can’t take it! Not again!”
    I kept right on walking.
    Phillip glanced over his shoulder. “You should be happy,” he murmured. “McAllister is leaning against the doorframe and clutching his chest like he’s about to have a heart attack.”
    I snorted. “He’d have to have a heart first.”
    Phillip grinned, but he kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “I know why you told him no,” he said. “But don’t make this about me. McAllister’s not the one who shot me.”
    â€œNo, but he set up the whole art heist, and you got hurt as a result of his plan. Not to mention the innocent people who died just because he wanted to hide the fact that he was embezzling from Mab’s estate and didn’t want Madeline to find out about it. That makes him responsible for the whole shebang. And now he wants a get-out-of-Ashland-free card for all of that? For some tenuous information about Tucker that probably won’t tell me anything that I don’t already know about the vampire? No—no way.”
    Phillip didn’t say anything else as we crossed the lawn, and the only sound was the crunching of the ice-coated grass under our boots. After the warmth and light of Mc­Allister’s office, the night seemed colder and blacker than before. The drizzle picked up again, turning into more of a steady, icy rain, and our breaths hovered around us in chilly clouds. Or maybe it was just my own sense of failure that made everything feel dark, dreary, and desolate.
    Phillip had shot through the lock on the iron gate and shoved it open on his way into the mansion, so we stopped at the entrance and looked up and down the street. But there was no sign of Fedora, the giants, or the SUV, and all the neighboring houses were still dark. No one had heard the gunshots or seen us skulking around. Good. One less headache to deal with tonight.
    Phillip and I hurried down the street and slid inside my van. I cranked the engine, turning the heat up as hot as it would go, but the warm air did little to dispel the frigid despair and weariness that filled my body.
    â€œSo now what?” Phillip asked. “You’re not really going to leave McAllister out here all by himself, are you?”
    I looked over at Phillip.
    He held up his gloved hands.“Don’t get me wrong. Being murdered in his own home couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Frankly, I’d like to strangle him to death with my bare hands for what he put Eva, Owen, and everyone else through that night at Briartop.”
    â€œBut?”
    â€œBut I know how important finding out about this Circle is to you, and especially learning the truth about what your mom