I gasp a breath as we flare out of the fire and into the dark Yard at Harvard.

"Thought showing up in her office might piss off Erica," Shenka says, looking around. "It's late enough here hopefully no one saw us arrive." This far into September at Harvard means the students are in session. But I also know how careful Shenka is. And right now, I couldn't care less if some freshman needs their memory wiped.

I cross to Massachusetts ...