the hell a stranger had gotten through to her private line.
“No, you didn’t accidentally eat LSD-laced fish,” Elena said to her best friend, referring back to their conversation when she’d first woken as an angel.
Silence from the other end, before Sara said, “Ellie, I’m going to strangle you this time.”
Elena grinned despite her heavy lids. Because this was her and Sara. Real. Normal. Friends. “I look so pathetic and spindly right now that I bet you’d feel guilty doing it.” Though that wouldn’t last long if she kept processing fuel at this rate. Already, she could feel her muscles strengthening, her bones gaining heft.
“Ellie.” Sara’s voice was thick. “I’m coming over.”
“No, give me a few days. I’m probably going to be asleep for most of them.” She yawned so hugely she was sure her face would crack. “How’s Eve?”
“Acting out. She stole Ransom’s motorcycle from the Academy lot and took it for a joyride.”
Eve had always been scarily well-behaved. “Hey, we turned out fine and we once stole a Cadillac.”
“Borrowed,” Sara said pointedly. “The director of the Guild can’t be a felon.”
Another giant yawn broke Elena’s laughter in two.
“Ellie, you sure I can’t run over there and give you a hug?”
“No, not yet. I need recovery time.” Seeing her this way would undo any good her call had achieved. “I’ve got to touch base with a few other people before I fall asleep. But I’m back and I’m not going anywhere.”
Ending the call with Sara soon afterward, her limbs so heavy by now that they felt like lead, she tapped in the number for her younger sister. It was a miracle she remembered any numbers at all with the sleep-fogginess in her brain.
Beth turned out to be with Majda and Jean-Baptiste Etienne—two people who’d already suffered unimaginable torture and loss. Her grandmother broke down in tears at the sound of her voice, while her grandfather was stolid but shaken.
Beth was mute.
Elena would deal with this, find some way to make emotional recompense for the pain she’d inflicted, but she’d do it face-to-face not over a telephone line. Promising to call again soon, she hung up and, eyes too heavy to keep open, dialed Eve.
Her youngest half sister didn’t pick up.
So Elena called five times in a row—until Eve finally answered with a snarled, “What?!”
“I hope you didn’t scratch Ransom’s bike. He’s in love with that—”
“Ellie!” It was a scream.
The rest of the conversation was rapid and excited and Elena had to talk her sister down from stealing another ride and zooming over to the Tower then and there.
After reluctantly agreeing to wait to visit, Eve said, “Shall I tell Father?”
Elena’s body stiffened, nervous tension acting as adrenaline in her veins. “Are you home?”
“Yeah. Grounded.” The teenage eye-roll was almost audible. “I stayed out past curfew, then came home and decided to drink Father’s expensive brandy. Stuff is gross. I poured most of it in the garden, but he’s convinced I’m an alcoholic.”
Beth, Majda, and Jean-Baptiste weren’t the only ones to whom she owed an apology. This girl wasn’t the tough but stable little sweetheart who’d held Elena’s hand the last time they’d seen one another. Anger lived in her now. But it would have to wait until she could put her arms around Eve and hold on tight.
“Take him the phone.” Jeffrey and Elena might never heal the fractures between them, but she wouldn’t add to his torment.
Jeffrey Deveraux had already lost a beloved wife and two cherished daughters. The man who had married Eve and Amy’s mother, Gwendolyn, wasn’t the same Jeffrey who’d blown bubbles with Elena in a sunny backyard or the one who’d fought for her right to see her dead sisters’ bodies. She’d needed to know the monster hadn’t made Ari and Belle like him, so Jeffrey had taken her to them. He’d held her hand. And he’d cried.
He hadn’t been the best father, but he didn’t deserve the horrific pain of thinking he’d lost a third daughter.
“Father,” she heard Eve say, “someone wants to talk to you.”
Elena could imagine her father’s raised eyebrow at anyone calling him on his daughter’s phone, knew he was most likely removing his wire-rimmed spectacles as he considered whether to take the call without asking for further information. CEO of a mega-empire with fingers in every pie in the city, Jeffrey was not a man who liked a lack of control.
Today, however, whatever he saw on Eve’s face had him coming on the line. “Jeffrey Deveraux.”
“It’s Ellie.”
The silence this time