19 Effie Effie picked at a cuticle in the backseat of the Jeep until it bled. She sucked at her forefinger and leaned forward to check on Yaya. Her grandmother stared out the window, enthralled by the mansions that flanked the wide streets. Effie looked behind her, sure a black Jaguar had been following them, but when she looked it had turned. “King, seriously,” she said. “We are not going to your family’s house—” The street was too familiar. Effie knew his family’s house was only five houses down, but King held up his hand. “Relax. We’re going a few houses down from my parents’, to my grandparents’ place. It’s been empty for years, but my parents like to keep it running as a guest house.” “How do you know that it’s empty?” Suddenly, King pulled into an unfamiliar driveway. A giant