If the demons had really found me, I didn’t have the luxury of time to figure out my next move. So, by materializing tonight, I intended to follow through with my plan early: send myself away from New Orleans, the Mayhews, and Joshua. Permanently.But my ridiculous sense of direction and my poor, weak-willed heart evidently had other ideas.Wherever I now stood looked much the same as where I’d just been: old, shuttered buildings; elaborate balconies; crowded streets, even in the dead of night. The only difference was that now those things were out of reach, just beyond the lush, iron-fenced park in which I’d opened my eyes.All around me, palmetto trees and live oaks defied the winter, their leaves green and full through either their own strength or that of a diligent gardener. Considering the clean paths and neat flower beds that radiated out from where I stood, I guessed the latter.It was a beautiful place, I couldn’t deny that. But I had one little problem with the park: it lay at least ten feet below me.
