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it. “How’d you get out here?”
    “Rode in with Baylor’s team,” Tybalt replies. “Carly and I stayed in touch after Felix got hurt, and since I’m not a Hunter anymore, there are no rules against us being friends.”
    Carly—I vaguely recall meeting her the night the hounds attacked us at the cabin in the woods. Good for Tybalt,too, for doing everything he can to help. I twist my wrist to give his arm a squeeze. He looks down and both eyebrows shoot to his hairline. Crap.
    Tybalt takes my left hand in his and lifts it up, anger etching deep lines in his forehead. “Jesus Christ, Stone. Did Thackery do that to you?”
    “Yep.” I wrench my hand out of his grip and take a step backward, away from both men and their angry, confused looks. “He thought my healing powers made great nighttime entertainment. Thought if he could prove it was physical and not magical, he could re-create it somehow.”
    “And he cut off your finger to prove that?”
    “At the end.”
    Wyatt shudders. There’s a deadly anger radiating from him, so strong it’s almost a physical force.
    “We looked for you,” Tybalt says.
    “I know. Thackery kept us on the move.”
    He nods, quiet misery in his expression. Coming from someone who tried to kill me only a few weeks ago, the emotion is both touching and overwhelming. His gaze flickers beyond my head, and he blinks hard. “What the hell is that?”
    I don’t have to look to know what he’s talking about. The corpse of Wolf Boy is baking in the mid-morning sun, my knife still buried in its mouth. In its half-transformed state, it looks like some hybrid beast that Walter Thackery might have cooked up, only I’m sure it’s not a hybrid. It’s something else.
    “Whoever he was, he worked for Thackery,” I reply. “I’ve seen him before, both as a huge wolf and as a teenage boy.”
    “A shape-shifter?”
    “If so, he’s not from a Clan I’ve ever heard of.”
    A low feline growl raises the hair on the back of my neck, and I pivot with a complete lack of grace. An unfamiliarman dressed in clothes identical to Wyatt’s is crouched over the wolf-thing’s body. I didn’t even hear him descend the bleachers. Felia. Has to be.
    He looks up, copper eyes going past me, right to Wyatt. “Well, it seems like we finally found the source of the smell,” he says in a voice as smooth and rich as gourmet coffee.
    “Smell?” I ask.
    “It was detected in the parking garage where Thackery left Phineas,” Wyatt says. His voice is strained, tight, as though he’s struggling to not scream the words. “And a few other places around the city, including the old train station.”
    “Detected by who?”
    “Myself,” the Felia says as he stands, “as well as several other of our brethren. Our sense of smell is more developed than yours.”
    “And you are?”
    He flashes a predatory smile. “My name is Marcus Dane, and you must be the infamous Evangeline Stone. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”
    “I really can’t say the same.”
    “And for good reason.”
    I hold his stare, unsure if I like his candor or find it annoying. Probably a little of both. His information only enforces my suspicion that Thackery used Wolf Boy to do quite a bit of his dirty work. And wherever Thackery is now, he’ll be super-fucking-pissed to find out his teenage sidekick is a corpse. I break the stare-off first.
    “I want to take him back with us,” Marcus says, jacking his thumb at said corpse. And he isn’t talking to me.
    “Agreed,” Wyatt says. “Do you know what he is?”
    “Perhaps, yes. The Assembly must be told about this.”
    I glance at Tybalt, whose confusion mirrors my own. We’re both completely lost in the conversation.
    “All right.” Wyatt shifts his attention to me. “Evy, I know you have a lot of questions—”
    “Most of my questions can wait,” I reply. If I start asking them now, we’ll be in this Pit all damned day. “I need to see what’s happening topside, and