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“I heard everything the three of you said. It’s not like you were being quiet.”

“Yeah, we were, trouble.” Wraith shakes his head. “It looks like you accessed some new abilities. We’ll have to deal with that later if we want to get to Michael before he heads into work.”

I shrug. “That’s fine. I told you I was ready. Wren, are you ready?”

She shakes her head as if she doesn’t recognize me, so I decide my time is probably better spent finding the others. We should’ve left already. I don’t know what’s taking so long.

I head up the stairs as Wren demands answers from Wraith—answers he doesn’t seem to have. I find Brenden sitting on the bed, where I’d left him after we both finished dressing. He’s staring at the wall, completely unmoving. It doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, but his head turns to me when I step inside.

“Why are you still up here?” I ask.

He stands quickly. “Is it time to go, then?”

I tilt my head to the side, frowning as I run my eyes over him. Is this how my sister sees me? Because it’s clear something is wrong with Brenden. I don’t like it.

“As soon as I find Donovan and Cassian. They weren’t downstairs yet. We need to go or we’re going to miss our chance.”

Brenden nods. “I’ll check Donovan’s up here. You check downstairs and outside. They can’t have gotten far.”

We both head for the door, and I make my way back outside. I double-check to see if they made it to the living room while I was upstairs, but it’s completely empty.

Great. Now I have to find four people instead of two.

I don’t find them downstairs, but when I near the front door, I can hear voices outside.

“Damn it, Wren. We’re just as worried as you are, but no one has been able to tell me how to fix them yet. All we can do right now is to be there for them.” Wraith’s frustration with my sister, and maybe even the entire situation, is clear.

“We can’t take them when they’re like this,” she argues with him. “We need to wait until they’re better. They could be a liability when they’re like this.”

“They weren’t upstairs,” Brenden tells me as he joins me. “What are you doing?”

I nod toward the door. “Listening to Wren and Wraith argue about what’s wrong with us and if we should do this today or not.”

“We’re doing this today. If they want to argue, I say we leave them to it and go on our own.”

There’s merit to Brenden’s idea, but something stops me from agreeing with him. “No. Wren should be there.”

He nods. “Okay.”

I swing open the front door, four heads swinging our way. No one speaks as we walk down the stairs and join them.

“No more arguing. Wren, you should be there when I kill Michael, but if you can’t stop arguing, then I’ll leave you behind. That goes for all of you. I don’t need you there, but I want you there.” I look around at them, and I can tell they all want to argue with me, but they keep their mouths shut. “Brenden and I are fine. And now that we have that settled, let’s go. Michael will head to work any time now.”

I don’t bother waiting to hear what they have to say as I snag my sister’s arm and Brenden’s hand, stepping forward and landing us in the middle of Michael’s new home. I release both of them as Wraith, Donovan, and Cassian appear.

Calling on my reaper magic, I will my scythe into existence. “Oh, Michael. Where are you?”

There’s a thump from upstairs before someone thunders down the stairs toward us. Michael is smirking when he steps into the living room with us.

“Well, what do we have here?” he asks, eyes roving on the group before settling back on Wren. “Hello, wife. I do have to say, death looks good on you.”

Wren grinds her teeth. “Why, Michael? Why marry me? Kill my sister and then me? None of it makes sense.”

“Oh, darling. Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure out what’s going on. It’ll all be a little over your head.” Michael chuckles. “Why are you in my home?”

I smile. “I’m here to kill you.”

I don’t expect him to laugh, but that’s exactly what he does.