I flicked my gaze between the both of them, my cheeks flaming with anger - at myself and them if they weren't who they said they were. "Jon, tell me what you brought Seph for your date that day we met in the library to do osteomancy."

He winced and jerked back as if that memory had struck him a physical blow. "A yellow daisy and chocolates. Why?"

He wasn't the skin-walker. Not right this second anyway.

I turned to Echo. "I made you hate me. What did I ...