My grandmother waved at me from her seat next to Simon. I was surprised he let her anywhere near his computers, he was so touchy about them. But Gram perched on a chair so close she almost brushed legs with him and I wondered if she even gave him a choice.

The house above was quiet, Nona locked away in her trailer. I took the silence of her magic to mean she didn't want to be disturbed. It felt odd here without Apollo, though Owen's quiet ...