"Lookie lookie," I said. "It's one of the Ten. Nine? Poor Theresa."

His smile faltered for a second, replaced by a shrewd look. "You knew about me." Wow. Such compassion for his dead co-villain. "Then I was even more correct to set you the task of finding these scrolls."

There are two types of people in this world, Ash, my girl. Those who are marks and those who aren't.

I'd hallucinated an entire alternate version of my life, and yet not for a second had I imagined ...