a while. They left the park two days before we discovered the bodies at your house, and they haven’t been back since.”
“Frustrating,” I said.
Adam nodded at me. “How can we kill them if we can’t find them?”
Elizaveta watched him with a little smile. “They will find us, my darling,” she murmured. Then she said briskly, “Yes, well, all of this information you have now. I am an old woman and I need my rest after my long journey. I will be on my way.”
“Let us know which hotel you’re staying at,” Adam said. “We’ll keep a patrol on it.”
She straightened and looked a little less old and fragile. “Thank you, darling boy. That is very kind.”
Did Adam mean for the patrol to watch over her, or just watch her? Probably best not to ask that right this minute.
“I took a taxi here,” she said. “Might I have someone to drive me to a hotel?”
“I’ll do it,” I volunteered. “I need to pick up some more eggs anyway.”
Adam tensed, shook his head—not like he was indicating a negative, more like he was shedding something off. “Bad things happen when you go by yourself to get eggs, Mercy. I’ll take her and pick up whatever groceries you need on the way back.”
* * *
• • •
I didn’t talk to Adam about Elizaveta until he closed our bedroom door behind him that night.
“The talks are still on,” he told me as he unbuttoned his shirt. “The president was going to pull the plug, but apparently Campbell and a bipartisan group of senators cornered him in his office and convinced him.”
“He’s coming up for election next year,” I said. “He’s worried about how this will look.”
Adam nodded and stripped out of his shirt. He made an irritated sound because he’d forgotten to unbutton the cuffs. I started over to help him out of his shirt manacles—but he solved the problem by ripping off the sleeves. He hadn’t looked particularly upset until that point—but he didn’t usually destroy bespoke shirts casually, either.
“I’m sorry about Elizaveta,” I said.
He ripped off the rest of his shirt and tossed it into the garbage bin, just inside our bathroom door. He then carefully unbuttoned the cuffs and threw them away, too. With his back to me, he put a hand on either side of the bathroom door and bowed his head.
“I wanted her to have a good explanation,” he said.
“I know,” I told him.
“I wanted her to be . . . different than she is.”
“I know,” I said.
He looked at me, his face stark. “She was one of mine,” he said.
I slid into his arms and wrapped mine around his waist. “You can’t force people to make the right choice, Adam.”
He drew in a breath. “Every time I have ever asked her for help, she has come. She came to face down Bonarata because I asked her to.”
I nodded and just held him. Sometimes there is no way to make things better. There is only making it through. I couldn’t make Adam not hurt; I could only let him know he wasn’t alone.
* * *
• • •
The next day, as I put together a Jetta that someone had tried to rewire themselves, I thought about connections. Making a car run smoothly was all about connections: fuel, air, coolant, electric.
I wondered if I was becoming a conspiracy theorist because the web I was building from bits and pieces was truly Byzantine. And if all the things that seemed to be connected were, then a family of witches I’d never heard of had been responsible for an awful lot of chaos in my life for the last four years or more.
Maybe things would become more clear when Stefan got back to me with information about Frost.
I finished the Jetta and pulled a sputtering Rabbit into the garage. It died about four feet from where I needed it to be.
“You need help with that?” asked Zee as I got out of the car.
“Nope,” I said.
“Gut,” said Zee shortly. “The boy and I are busy.”
I laughed and pushed the Rabbit until it was rolling, then hopped in to hit the brakes before it traveled too far. Pushing cars wasn’t a new thing for me. I propped up the hood and contemplated the engine compartment. It was surprisingly pristine given the age of the car and left me feeling a little nostalgic for my Rabbit.
My cell phone rang as I pulled the cover off the air filter. The filter material, which should have