“I don’t think I should stay with your folks anymore.” “What?” Lucy asked, turning to me in surprise. “Why not?” “I’m not stupid enough to ignore what Mama Legba said. There’s a good chance that Thisbe has more of a link to me than we thought. I could still be dangerous, Lucy.” And there was one other thing I couldn’t quite make myself say out loud—if Thisbe had worried about her old skin not being enough, maybe she would be looking for a new skin. She’d already tried mine on for size once, and I wasn’t sure anything would stop her from doing it again. I could feel Lucy staring at me, but I wasn’t brave enough to take my eyes off the road and see what she was thinking. After a long minute, she reached out and touched my shoulder. Her voice was steady and full of conviction when she finally spoke. “I don’t believe that, Chloe. I think if Thisbe wanted to use you to get to me or my family, she would have by now.”
