voice. "They're pros. They should have cleaned your clock. But they didn't."
"No," I said. "It wasn't like that. I was just scared. It was fight or flight. I don't even know how..."
I waved my hands at the room, the corpses, the four men who I barely knew.
"It doesn't work like that," Ex said. "You think Eric put some kind of protection on her?"
Midian looked at the newcomer with distrust, then shrugged.
"He left her the whole joint," Midian said. "Be all kinds of stupid not to watch out for her too."
"I don't have powers," I said, louder than I'd meant to. My hands were on my knees, the knuckles bloodless and white.
"Can we get back to the issue at hand?" Aubrey said. "We've got a rider cult in town. They took out Eric, and now it looks like they're after Jayné. We have four shells that we need to get rid of, and Jayné and Midian here to get to shelter. Whatever else is going on, that's where we're starting, okay?"
"Right," Chogyi Jake said. "I've got the van downstairs. I'll go get the dolly and the drop cloths, and we can get them out of here."
Ex stood up. There was blood on his fingers. There was blood everywhere.
"The door isn't as bad as it looks," he said. "A couple long wood screws will hold it together well enough that no one will notice unless they're looking for it. I can take care of that while Chogyi Jake loads them up."
"Good thing you boys are on the side of the angels," Midian said. "A serial killer would pay a lot for those kinds of services."
"You can come with us," Ex said. "Help dig."
"What about getting me to shelter?" Midian asked.
"We can keep you covered," Ex said.
Midian shrugged. Aubrey nodded his approval.
"I'll get Jayné back to Eric's place. When you're done, you can bring Midian too."
"You think that's safe?" Chogyi Jake asked.
"Eric has more wards and protections on that house than anyplace else," Aubrey said. "It's not perfect, but it's the best I can think of. And we're a little short on time."
They all took his point. I let him lead me out of the apartment and down to the street. Night had fallen while I'd been inside. It was a shock to see the cars and the low iron fence, to smell the exhaust, the distant suggestion of rain. I'd only been in the apartment for a few hours. It had been a lifetime.
He drove the same car he'd had at the airport the day before. I strapped on the seat belt and leaned against the window as he pulled into traffic. The moon looked more or less the way it had before I'd been attacked, before I'd been part of killing someone. The city lights obscured the stars. Aubrey didn't speak, and neither did I, but I was sensitive to all the small movements and sounds he made. Shifting his weight as he accelerated or touched the brakes, clearing his throat. My body felt heavy, like I'd had the flu and was still recovering. A police siren wailed but Aubrey didn't seem worried by it, so I let myself ignore it too.
Back at Eric's house-my house-Aubrey took my keys and opened the door so that I could shamble into the living room and sit on the couch. He sat beside me, his hand on the cushion above and behind me; close, but careful not to touch. I leaned toward him, my fingers reaching out like roots on a seedling. His physical presence was more comforting than I could have imagined.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I'm pretty fucked up. I've never...I've never been part of anything like that."
"It's hard," he agreed.
"I don't have powers. Whatever they said, I'm just a normal girl who-"
"Don't worry about it," Aubrey said. "We'll make sense of the loose ends later."
I didn't know why I hated Midian's suggestion that I was anything more than I seemed. Maybe because I was frightened that it might be true, and one more world-shifting change was set to pop my brain. One question kept pushing through the confusion, and even though I more than half didn't want to hear the answer, it came out. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to pull myself together
"They really are the ones who killed Eric, aren't they?"
Aubrey sighed. His arm behind me shifted. I wanted it to come down around my shoulders, but it didn't.
"I think so. The Invisible College...Eric's talked