“But he didn’t. Yes, it was my father’s idea, but I agreed with it and I talked Paige into it.” Lucas stopped beside me. “We couldn’t see any other way, Hope. It was a cruel ruse and I sincerely apologize.”

“We had to stop them,” Paige said.

I shook my head. “No. I saw you. The hole-That was real. You were dead.”

“A glamour spell,” Lucas said. “Cast on a Cabal prisoner awaiting execution for murdering her parents. My father-” He inhaled. “We offered her a deal. If she went along with it, and it succeeded, she’d be granted a pardon. If it didn’t…” He let the breath out and, in that second, seemed to age a decade. “Then the writ of execution was carried out.”

I looked from him to Paige. To sacrifice a life-even to stop a killer-would have taken a lot of soul searching and, from their expressions, the decision still didn’t rest easy. For most people, the choice would be simple-the woman had been condemned to die so her death might as well serve some higher purpose. But Paige and Lucas weren’t most people.

“You’re right,” I said. “It was the best way to get to them. The only way probably. It was fair. She’d earned her death and you gave her a chance to beat it.”

Neither spoke and I could tell, as sincere as my words were, that they didn’t really help.

“Speaking of executions,” Karl said. “I trust Jasper Haig is going to be taking that woman’s cell, and her slot on the schedule.”

Lucas pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know Benicio’s plans, Karl,” Paige said. “Lucas argued strenuously against them, and he’ll continue to argue-”

“You can’t let him live. The man can impersonate his jailer. His lawyer. His doctor, for God’s sake. If he comes into contact with any person-”

“I don’t think it’s that simple, Karl, and we will take every precaution and security measure-”

“He’s already pissed on all your security measures! He got into your father’s house. Shot his bodyguard. Killed your brothers-”

“Because we didn’t know what we were dealing with.”

“Do you really think it’s going to matter? He’s an accomplished thief who can steal any identity. He will escape. And when he does, the first place he’s going is-” He glanced back at me and stopped.

“Paige is right,” Lucas said. “I will fight this, Karl. I could not agree with you more on every point you’ve made. Jasper Haig should be treated as a criminal, not as a research subject.” His voice dropped. “But getting my father to agree, even under the circumstances, may be beyond even my influence.”

AND, FOR NOW, it was.

Lucas argued. Paige argued. I argued. Karl threatened. Benicio would not budge.

All this had begun with one woman’s paranoid delusions, convincing her sons that they had to spend their lives running because, if they stopped, the Cabal would pounce on them and they’d live out their days as laboratory rats. In trying to escape that fate, Jaz found himself living it. For now…

Would he stay locked up? Karl didn’t believe it. Neither did I. Jaz would never throw up his hands and say “guess you got me.” While he could draw breath, he’d be plotting his escape and his revenge. Karl had killed his brother. He’d never forget that.

Lucas had promised to keep us updated on his situation and we’d continue fighting for his execution. For now, though, that had to wait, and I had to concentrate on getting back to the life I thought I’d lost. My job, my family, my home. It was all waiting for me. And Karl. Most of all, Karl.

Hours later, Karl and I stood outside Cortez Cabal headquarters, staring up at the morning sun.

“Another sunny day,” Karl said.

“I’m tired of sunny.”

“I hear Philly’s expecting a snowstorm tonight.”

“Good. We’ll be just in time.”

His hand cupped mine. “Are you sure? You still have a few days. We can get away. I’ll take you anyplace you want to go.”

“I want to go home.” I looked up at him. “I want to go visit with my mother and tell her you’re moving to Philly. I want to tour overpriced condos that displaced impoverished seniors, and needle you about it mercilessly. Then I want to take you home, hole up for the storm, then go back to work chasing alien abduction stories and Hell Spawn sightings.”

“Are you sure?”

I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed his chin. “Absolutely.”

LUCAS: 21

I WATCHED JASPER through the one-way glass. He lay on a king-size bed, eyes glued to a handheld video game. MTV flashed on the plasma screen affixed to the wall. A take-out pizza box rested by his elbow.

This was how the Cortez Cabal treated the man who’d killed two of its top executives and attempted to kill its CEO. This was how my father treated the man who’d murdered two of his sons and plotted to kill the rest of his family.

I knew the room was actually a jail cell. A life sentence with no chance of parole, kept alive only because he could prove useful. But it wasn’t enough. For his crimes, and for the threat he posed, I wanted him dead.

My father had decreed mercy. I’d argued for capital punishment. Did I ever think I’d see that day?

I had weighed the factors and decided Jasper Haig should not be allowed to live. How often had my father made that very decision and I’d condemned him for it?

Only twenty-four hours ago, I hadn’t hesitated to condemn another criminal. When my father had suggested sending a convicted murderer to meet Hope in Paige’s place, I’d agreed, knowing I was sending that woman to an almost certain death.

I’d weighed the factors, analyzed the risks and made my decision. Whatever I felt about the outcome, I still believed we’d made the right choice.

“Sir?”

Griffin gestured toward the door, impatient for me to get this meeting over with so he could return to my father’s side. I lifted a finger and checked my cell phone. Three text and two voice messages. None of them from Paige.

She was back at the hotel, working. Work she could have done from any office in the building. But since yesterday-since I’d agreed with my father’s plan-there’d been a distance between us that I knew I wasn’t imagining.

I’d text messaged her an hour ago, asking her to join me for lunch. No answer yet.

I closed the phone and motioned for the guard to open Jasper’s cell.

Jasper sat up, legs swinging over the bedside. Two guards darted past me, flanking him and motioning for him to stay seated. As he settled back onto the bed, one fingered his gun, the other readied his powers.

Jasper’s lips curved, amused by the thought that he presented such a threat. If he wanted to strike at me, he’d hardly do it in front of three Cabal guards. Jasper was a plotter, not a fighter.

Even as he reclined against the pillows, smirking, I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, assessing me, then shifting to the guards, judging which he could best impersonate.

I made a mental note to speak to my father about that, and ensure all guards assigned to Jasper were as far from his physical type as possible. That would slow him down, but it wouldn’t stop him. My father had bought his docility by promising a necromantic visit with his brother’s ghost, but the respite would be only temporary. It had taken Jasper years to plan his attack on the Cabal. He would be in no rush to escape from the consequences. But we could never forget he was planning that escape.

I stepped forward. “You wished to speak to me?”

“I asked for your dad, but you’ll do just fine.” He scanned me, measuring, assessing, noting my expressions, my idiosyncrasies.

“How’s Paige?” he asked after a moment.

I tensed, but he only sat there, expectant, as if simply making friendly conversation, not reminding me that he’d tried to kill my wife.