The weight of how I might go about accomplishing that drooped my shoulders until I wilted onto the bed and spooned myself around Jezebel's warm body. I half listened to Franco and Moon discuss who might be trustworthy enough to help us, but soon gravity dragged at all our eyelids and we decided to snag a few hours of sleep.

Except I couldn't. Worry gnawed at my nerves until there was nothing left. My plan to save humanity was just a vague outline drawn in mercury on the ...