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“Second offense,” Reuben says before I can open my mouth. “Should have gotten thirty.”

“No one can stand thirty,” Apollo says, sounding aghast. He flicks his head, tossing his hair from his face as he looks my way. “That Miriam’s got a good arm.”

“What is she doing here?” I ask them.

Trinity replies. “I’m here to talk.”

I turn, my eyebrows quirking up before I can school them. “You came down here after I expressly told you not—?”

“We fetched her,” Apollo says, sounding bored. I’m sure, without his camera, he’s about to die. “Made sure no one saw. Right, Rube?”

“Right.” Reuben stands. “Drink?”

“Double.” My eyes are still on Trinity. “And for her too.”

“I don’t want—”

She cuts off when I shake my head, and drops her gaze back into her lap.

Such a pretty thing. Is that why Gabriel brought her here? I’d been thinking about it all of last night. Relocating Trinity to Saint Amos was a risky move for the Guardian. So risky, I’m still trying to figure out why he’d do it at all.

If he was in fact such a close family friend, then there’s a strong possibility she might have seen him interacting with a Ghost from their church.

We’re not a hundred percent sure how he chooses the Ghosts he works with. We assume they’re all clergy members, but from a different diocese, or all from the same? I’d expect there would be nothing tying them together except Gabriel, and that he’d keep his distance.

Bringing a remnant from his previous life here, to Saint Amos, is not keeping his distance. Maybe he thinks he’s safe now, after all these years. But he’s never been reckless.

Until now.

Until Trinity.

But why risk everything…forher?

Unless his plans for her are short-term.

Because the only reason I can think Gabriel would bring Trinity here is because he knew she wouldn’t be staying. So where is the poor orphan girl headed?

My thoughts go to the worst possible conclusion.

Trinity isn’t here to finish out her senior year. She’s here to meet someone very special. Perhaps afewsomebodies.

My gut tells me Gabriel is planning on introducing her to her very own Ghosts.

Chapter Six

Zach

Isit in Apollo’s armchair, and he sits beside Reuben. Trinity’s barely touched her drink, but every time I make a point of looking in her direction, she does at least take another sip.

Gabriel’s back tomorrow. There’s nothing we can do—short of breaking down his door—to speed up this process. And if that had been a possibility, we’d have done it by now.

There’s time to kill. I should be grateful for the diversion Trinity affords us.

Cass arrives with my things and sets down the bags alongside the back wall of the library. “Two cameras?” he asks a moment later.

“Couldn’t make out your handwriting,” I say, directing my voice at Cass, but staring at Apollo.

But he’s so busy scrambling off the sofa, I don’t think he even notices. I drop my eyes and let out a soft chuckle as I drain my whiskey.

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