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find my favorite sneakers to wear to the interview. I eventually located them hanging from a torch out on the balcony—and I’m pretty sure my feet don’t smell so bad they walked out on their own.
    But now everything has changed, in no more than the space of a day. Because now I’ve found out that my hated stepfather has beentortured in Hell by man-wolves called Skin-Walkers for more than forty years, and the bastard has retaliated by stealing a weapon from The Devil himself.
    â€œAre you okay, Medusa?” asks Mitchell. He crawls over to my mattress. “You don’t look so good.”
    â€œProbably because I’m dead.”
    I don’t know why I use sarcasm and one-liners when I’m stressed. But unlike other devils, Mitchell doesn’t seem to mind, which is another reason I’m really starting to like him.
    â€œThey’ll find Rory, Medusa. The Skin-Walkers will track your stepfather down and take him back to where he’ll rot.”
    â€œWhat if they don’t, though?”
    Just the thought of Rory being on the loose in the Underworld . . . I’m not so worried about the missing Dreamcatcher right now. I’m worried about
him
. Finding
me
.
    â€œThey will, M,” says Elinor firmly. “The Skin-Walkers will find him, somehow.” She turns and tries to fluff up her thin pillow. “Now, I think we all need to try and get some rest. We have no idea what will happen tomorrow, and Mitchell gets very cranky if he doesn’t get his beauty sleep.”
    â€œWhat?” exclaims Mitchell.
    â€œYou may have my pillow, my princess,” says Alfarin. He throws it to Elinor, but he’s so strong, it hits her full in the face and sends her toppling backward over Mitchell’s chair.
    Full of remorse and apologies, Alfarin rushes over to help her, tripping over the discarded pizza boxes.
    â€œStill up for joining Team DEVIL?” whispers Mitchell into my ear. A tickling sensation swoops down my back as I feel the brush of his hot skin against mine. “We’re a classy and coordinated bunch, as you can see.”
    â€œDo you still want me? This mess is all my fault, you know.”
    â€œI don’t think any of this is your fault, Medusa. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life isn’t fair, and death is even worse. So, once more, are you up for joining Team DEVIL? I need a girlaround the office to fetch coffee and stuff, and plus, if we turn you upside down, you’ll make a handy broom.”
    I elbow him. Hard.
    â€œOw.”
    â€œ
Fetch coffee?
Get off my mattress, you gross boy. You’re sweating on my bed.”
    â€œYou think I smell?” asks Mitchell darkly. “We’re in an enclosed space with Alfarin, and he’s eaten two meat feast pizzas. If you weren’t dead already, you would be by morning. Suffocated by farts.”
    â€œYe should not use language like that around ladies, Mitchell,” calls Elinor. “And Alfarin does not fart, he exudes manliness.”
    I don’t remember falling asleep. I never can. I can always remember the fight that goes on with my eyelids beforehand, though, and never more so than tonight. Mitchell and Alfarin and Elinor may have happy dreams about their past lives, but not me. A Dreamcatcher would be wasted on me. I only ever have nightmares. They’re all I’m capable of having. What’s worse is that I don’t just see them, I feel them. And I can’t fight off the terror they bring. Ever. The only thing that helps is waking up.
    â€œMedusa . . . Medusa!” someone calls.
    It’s Mitchell’s voice, but my fear from tonight’s dream is still too close for me to answer. This one was a nightmare I haven’t had before. There was a small child, a boy, with a thick mop of blond hair that looked like straw. He was crying, but not wailing like most children his age would when