Miranda said, her eyes on the shadowy shapes passing by the car window. The glass had a new special coating David had created that enabled them to leave the house in the last hours of daylight without the massive headaches they got from sunlight through normal UV-blocking tint. “Please. Why won’t he talk to me? Did I do something? Is it too weird to be close to me with David back?”Jonathan chuckled. “No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all—it has nothing to do with you. And I would love nothing more than to tell you everything, but I can’t—not without talking to him first.”The Queen sighed. His assertion didn’t make her feel any better. “Yeah, okay.”“I can tell you this much . . . it was bad. Very bad. I wasn’t entirely sure he was going to make it.”“What?” She sat up straight. “Not make it as in die? What the hell, Jonathan? How could you not ask for help?”“We did, just . . . not you. Someone came to help us, and I think it worked.”“Someone . . .”
