“That’s it,” Joaquin said. “I’m calling a meeting. Tell everyone we’re getting together at the Swan at midnight. I want to know if this has happened to anyone else and how many times. If we get enough people together, the mayor will have to listen to us. In the meantime, I’m gonna go check on Ursula.”

“Good luck, man,” Fisher said, clasping Joaquin’s hand. “I’ll hit the beach. Pete and them are probably down there.”

“No,” Joaquin said, glancing over at me. “Don’t bother with them.”

“Why not?” Fisher asked, drawing his head back.

“They’re not… They don’t want to hear it,” Joaquin said. “But get Bea, Lauren, and Kevin.”

Fisher screwed up his face in confusion, and he knocked his fists together. “Um…okay,” he said dubiously, as Joaquin jogged away. He looked over at me and Krista, as if waiting for an explanation. I just lifted my shoulders. “All right, then. Kevin’s probably sleeping one off at the cove, so I’ll go there.”

“I’ll find Lauren and Bea. Wanna come with me?” Krista offered.

“What about Tristan?” I asked.

“I’ll tell him when I get home,” she said with a shrug. “Unless you want to go do it.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the huge blue mansion on the bluff, where Tristan, who didn’t believe in me, lived under the same roof with the woman who could send me straight to Oblivion. My throat was suddenly dry.

“Actually, I think I’ll go home and check on my family,” I said.

“Okay, well, then, I’ll see you later?” Krista asked hopefully.

I blinked, confusion written all over my face.

“We’re baking cupcakes?” she reminded me, knitting and unknitting her fingers. “For the party? Two o’clock.”

“Right. Right. Sorry,” I said. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll walk with you,” Fisher offered, putting his large hand on the small of my back. “I’m going that way anyway.”

“Okay.”

We left Krista, turning north up Main Street and headed for Freesia Lane. We’d only taken two steps when I saw something out of the corner of my eye—something that stopped my blood cold. Darcy.

She was standing near the fountain at the center of the park in her favorite sundress, glaring at me. Me and Fisher. The boy she was falling for had just put his arm around me.

“Darcy!” I called. But she just turned on her heel and disappeared over the crest of the hill.

Darcy wasn’t home. I’d gone back to the house, ready to explain, but she wasn’t there. And my dad was tapping away at his laptop, as always. Even with the sun shining brightly through the windows, the place felt desolate, and I spent the entire morning on edge, waiting to hear the door open downstairs. Anticipating the confrontation. But Darcy had never returned. Which meant she was seriously pissed.

She still wasn’t home when I left for Krista’s. As I cut across the park, I twisted my hands together in front of me, trying to ignore my mounting fear of going to the mayor’s house. Instead, I focused on Tristan and what I was going to say to him to get him to believe me about the usherings.

I understand why you’re scared, but I can’t accept this, I thought. Aaron doesn’t belong in the Shadowlands.

I shook my head, laughing tersely at myself as I passed the fountain. I’d only said the exact same thing a million times yesterday. Why would his response be any different? Maybe…

I understand why you’re scared, but there clearly is something wrong around here, I thought. Don’t you want to help us figure out what it is?

I bit my lip. That might work better, keeping Aaron out of it.

I was just squaring my shoulders and starting to psych myself up for this whole walking-into-the-lion’s-den thing when I saw them. Pete and Cori, straddling their dirt bikes not ten feet away, glaring at me.

My steps automatically slowed as frustration burbled up inside me. What? I wanted to yell. What’s your problem with me?

But then Officer Dorn and Chief Grantz strolled over to join them. And then Yoga Woman from the park. And the grocer. And two other people I didn’t recognize. I stopped in my tracks, adrenaline and fear surging through me. All that was missing was Nadia and her piercing black eyes.

Dorn leaned toward Grantz’s ear, and they both fixed their angry gazes on me. The others seemed to shift as one, as if primed for an attack.

Tristan’s voice echoed in my mind: Once angry people get together and are out for blood, they’re not satisfied until they get it.

I ducked my head and kept walking, faster and faster and faster, until I reached a sprint at the top of the hill. I had to get to Krista, to my friends. It wasn’t until I saw the weather vane creaking overhead that I froze, a new wave of terror crashing over me.

How stupid an idea was this, going to the mayor’s house right now? All night I’d been waiting for the ambush. What if it was waiting behind Tristan’s front door?

Suddenly, Krista walked around the side of the house, her face creased with concern. She was wearing a lavender sundress and her hair was pulled back at the sides. There was a streak of flour on her cheek and when she saw me, her eyes brightened.

“There you are!” she said, reaching for one of my hands with both of hers. “I was just about to go down to your house to check on you.”

“Why?” I felt light-headed.

“You’re late,” she replied. “And Joaquin said something about keeping an eye on you. He seemed like he was worried.”

“Um…yeah. I guess I’m just a little freaked out about everything that’s been going on around here lately,” I said, glancing one last time over my shoulder. “Is Tristan inside?”

“No, he left a little while ago,” Krista replied. “Nadia came by, and I think they went out surfing or something.”

My stomach fell into my toes. “What?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Krista made an apologetic face. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

I tasted bile in the back of my throat. It wasn’t nothing. If the two of them were out somewhere alone together, Nadia was definitely trying to convince him of my guilt. Trying to make him believe he was just letting another girl pull the wool over his eyes. And considering that the last time I saw Tristan we’d yelled at each other, I couldn’t trust that he would take my side.

“Come on,” Krista said, tugging me toward the house.

We were just passing the dead garden in front of the porch when a shout sounded from inside, followed by a door slamming. A bevy of crows took off from the roof of the house, cawing angrily.

“Um, maybe we should just sit out here for a while,” Krista suggested, clutching my hand so hard it hurt.

“What about Bea and Lauren?” I asked, clutching her right back.

“They’ll live.”

We looked at each other and shared a strained laugh over her choice of words. Cautiously keeping an eye on the front door, Krista led me up the porch steps and over to a wicker bench facing the bluff and the wide-open ocean beyond. As soon as she sat down, Krista deflated, hunching back against the puffy cushions in a very un-Krista-like way.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about what Joaquin said yesterday,” she told me, picking at a broken piece of wicker on the arm of the bench. “You know…why are we even here if everything can go so wrong?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Krista sighed and crossed her slim arms over her stomach. “Do you ever miss it? Your life?”

My life. Considering everything that had gone on in my new life the last few days, I hadn’t had much time to think about my old one. And it was almost impossible to focus on it now, knowing that Tristan and Nadia were out there somewhere, talking.

But after a moment, I realized that unless I counted school, there wasn’t all that much to miss. I’d had friends, but no extremely close ones. I’d already been missing my mom for years, so that hadn’t changed, and Darcy and my dad were still with me. My mind flashed on an image of Christopher, but I could hardly remember what he looked like. When I thought of him, I felt a pleasant hum inside my chest, but nothing more.