She hums, unconvinced. "See anything interesting?"
Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Eyes like winter.
"Just horses."
Rev studies me over the rim of her cup.
We're twins.
We've shared everything since before we were born.
She knows when I'm lying, but she also knows when not to push.
"Greer's going to love your work tomorrow," she says instead. "I have a feeling."
"Your feelings aren't always right."
"My feelings arealwaysright. Remember when I said Doran was going to change everything?"
I remember.
I remember thinking she was crazy.
I remember being terrified for her.
I remember watching her walk into a world of power and violence and choosing to stay.
I remember being wrong about all of it.
"Fine," I concede. "Your feelings have a decent track record."
"The best track record." She grins and slides off the counter. "Come on. Early morning tomorrow. You need sleep."
I let her pull me toward the stairs, but my mind is still in the gardens.
Still on the shadow who stepped into the light.
Still wondering if I'll ever see him again.
Later, in the darkness of my guest room, I stare at the ceiling and think about monsters.
My father is one.
Not in a bad way—in the way that all powerful men are monsters.
He's capable of terrible things.
I've known that since I was old enough to understand what the club really is.
Doran is one too, maybe worse.
The things he's done, the things he's capable of—Rev doesn't tell me everything, but she doesn't have to.
I see it in the way people look at him.
The fear that flickers in their eyes.
And the man in the shadows...
