Blue was more distressed than she thought she would’ve been by the fact that Noah was dead. From talking to the police, it was clear that he’d never been alive, at least not since she’d met him, but still, she felt a curious grief over it. For starters, Noah’s presence in Monmouth changed distinctly after they discovered his body. They never seemed to get the entire Noah anymore: Gansey would hear Noah’s voice in the parking lot, or Blue would see his shadow fall across the sidewalk as she headed over to Monmouth, or Ronan would find scratches on his skin.

He had always been a ghost, but now he was acting it.

“Maybe,” Adam had suggested, “it’s because his body’s been removed from the ley line.”

Blue just kept thinking of the skull with its face smashed in, of Noah retching at the sight of the Mustang. Not throwing up. Just going through the actions of it, because he was dead.

She wanted to find whoever did it and she wanted him to fester in a cell for the rest of his life.

Blue was so engrossed in Noah’s plight that she nearly forgot that she and Calla were supposed to search Neeve’s room on Friday. Calla must have recognized that she was distracted, because she’d left a cheekily obvious note on the fridge for Blue to find before school: BLUE — DON’T FORGET MOVIE NIGHT TONIGHT. Swiping the sticky note from the door, Blue stuffed it into her backpack.

“Blue,” Neeve said.

Blue jumped as far into the air as a human being could manage, spinning at the same time. Neeve sat at the kitchen table, a mug of tea in front of her, a book in her hand. She wore a cream shirt the precise color of the curtains behind her.

“I didn’t see you there!” Blue gasped. The sticky note in her backpack felt like a burning confession.

Neeve smiled mildly and placed her book facedown. “I haven’t seen much of you this week.”

“I’ve … been … out … with … friends.” Between each word, Blue told herself to stop sounding suspicious.

“I’ve heard about Gansey,” Neeve said. “I advised Maura that it wasn’t wise to try to keep you apart. You’re clearly meant to cross paths.”

“Oh. Uh. Thanks for that.”

“You seem distressed,” Neeve said. With one of her lovely hands, she patted the seat of the chair beside her. “Would you like me to look at anything for you? Do a reading?”

“Oh, thanks for that, but I can’t — I have to make it to school,” Blue said quickly. Part of her wondered if Neeve asked these things out of kindness, or if she asked them out of reverse psychology, because she knew what Calla and Blue were planning. Either way, Blue didn’t want any part of the scrying Neeve did. Bundling her things toward the doorway, she did a kind of casual half wave over her shoulder.

She had made it only a few steps when Neeve said to her back, “You’re looking for a god. Didn’t you suspect that there was also a devil?”

Blue froze in the doorway. She turned her head, but didn’t quite face Neeve.

“Oh, I haven’t been poking around,” Neeve said. “What you’re doing is big enough for me to see while I’m looking at other things.”

Now Blue faced her. Neeve’s mild expression hadn’t changed; her hands were cupped around the mug.

“Numbers are easy for me,” Neeve said. “They came first, really. I could always pull them out of thin air. Important dates. Telephone numbers. They’re the easiest. But death’s the next easiest. I can tell when someone’s touched it.”

Blue clutched her backpack straps. Her mother and her friends were strange, yes, but they knew they were strange. They knew when they were saying something weird. Neeve didn’t seem to have that filter.

She replied finally, “He’d been dead a long time.”

Neeve shrugged. “There’ll be more before it’s done.”

Lost for words, Blue just slowly shook her head.

“I’m just warning you,” Neeve said. “Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.”