Five
Gray
As far as I was concerned, Death could go to hell.
I’d slept the day away, and now that the moon had risen again, I had work to do.
Starting with Bean.
My mind kept insisting on the most logical explanation—that it simply hadn’t happened. She’d hit her head but hadn’t actually died. She’d passed out, and after my little trip down magical memory lane, she’d woken up and staggered on home.
Not bad as far as theories went. If I couldn’t locate her in the warehouse district or pick up any murmurings of wandering undead teenagers, logic would win out, and I could close the book on the whole ordeal.
And if it had happened? If she was out there somewhere in half-resurrected form? I needed to find her. She was the key to unlocking the mystery of this strange, dark power inside me.
