"I thought I'd nd you here."
Shelby. Luce shook her head and blinked a few times. Not just Shelby, but Miles, too. Both of them looked exhausted. Luce was exhausted. She glanced at her watch, not surprised by now to see how long she'd spent glimpsing the Announcer. It was after one in the morning. What were Miles and Shelby still doing up?
"Wh-What ... what were you trying to ...," Miles stammered, pointing at the place where the Announcer had been. She looked over her shoulder. It had splintered into hundreds of shadowy pine needles that rained down, brittle enough to turn to ash where they landed.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Luce muttered, rolling to the side and aiming behind a nearby tree. She heaved a few times, but nothing came up. She closed her eyes, racked with guilt. She'd been too weak and too late to save herself.
A cool hand reached around and pulled her short blond waves back from her face. Luce saw Shelby's frayed black yoga pants and ip- opped feet and felt a wave of gratitude.
"Thanks," she said. After a long moment, she wiped her mouth and unsteadily got to her feet. "Are you mad at me?"
"What mad? I'm proud of you. You gured it out. Why do you even need someone like me anymore?" Shelby gave Luce a one-shoulder shrug.
"Shelby--"
"No, I'll tell you why you need me," Shelby blurted. "To keep you out of catastrophes like the one you almost just threw yourself into! Willy- nilly, might I add. What were you trying to do? Do you know what happens to people who go inside Announcers?"
Luce shook her head.
"Me neither, but I doubt it's pretty!"
"You just have to know what you're doing," Miles said suddenly from behind them. His face looked paler than normal. Luce must really have shaken him up.
"Oh, and I presume you know what you're doing?" Shelby challenged.
"No," he mumbled. "But one summer my parents made me take a workshop with this old angel who knew how, okay?" He turned to Luce. "And the way you were doing it? Wasn't even close. You really scared me, Luce."
"I'm sorry." Luce winced. Shelby and Miles were acting like she'd betrayed them by coming out here alone. "I thought you guys were going to the camp re behind the lodge."
"We thought you were going," Shelby shot back. "We were there for a while, but then Jasmine started crying about how Dawn had disappeared, and the teachers got all weird, especially when they realized you were missing too, so the party kinda broke up. So then I mention casually to Miles that I kind of sort of have an idea what you might be up to and that I'm o to nd you and suddenly he's Mr. Superglue--" Miles that I kind of sort of have an idea what you might be up to and that I'm o to nd you and suddenly he's Mr. Superglue--"
"Wait a minute," Luce broke in. "Dawn disappeared?"
"Probably not," Miles o ered. "I mean, you know how she and Jasmine are. They're just ighty."
"But it was her party," Luce said. "She wouldn't miss her own party."
"That was what Jasmine kept saying," Miles o ered. "She didn't come to the room last night, and wasn't at mess this morning, so nally Frankie and Steven instructed us all to go back to the dorms, but--"
"Twenty bucks says Dawn's mugging down with some non-Neph greaseball in the woods around here." Shelby rolled her eyes.
"No." Luce had a bad feeling about this. Dawn had been so excited about the camp re. She'd ordered T-shirts online even though there was no way in the world she'd be able to convince any of the Nephilim kids to wear them. She wouldn't just disappear--not of her own volition. "How long has she been gone?"
When the three of them came out of the woods, Luce was even more shaken up. And not just about Dawn. She was shaken by what she'd seen in the Announcer. Watching death close in on her former self was agony, and this was the rst time she had seen it. Daniel, on the other hand, had had to watch it hundreds of times. Only now could she understand why he'd been so cold to her when they rst met: to save them both the trauma of going through another gruesome death. The reality of Daniel's plight began to overwhelm her, and she was desperate to see him.
Crossing the lawn to the dorm, Luce had to shade her eyes. Powerful ashlights were sweeping over the campus. A helicopter droned in the distance, its searchlight tracing the shoreline, sweeping back and forth along the beach. A wide line of men in dark uniforms walked along the path from the Nephilim lodge to the mess hall, slowly scanning the ground.
Miles said, "That's standard formation for search parties. Form a line and leave no inch of ground uncovered."
"Oh God," Luce said under her breath.
"She really is missing." Shelby winced. "Not good karma."
Luce broke into a jog toward the Nephilim lodge. Miles and Shelby followed. The path, decked with owers and so pretty in the daylight, now looked overgrown with shadow. Ahead of them, the camp re in the pit had faded to glowing embers, but all the lights were on at the lodge, inside each of the two stories, and all around the deck. The great A-frame building was ablaze and looked formidable in the dark night.
Luce could see the scared faces of a lot of the Nephilim kids who were sitting on the benches around the deck. Jasmine was crying, her red knit cap tugged low on her head. She was holding Lilith's sti hand for support as two cops with notebooks ran through a bunch of questions. Luce's heart went out to the girl. She knew how horri c that process could be.
The cops swarmed around the deck, passing out blown-up black-and-white photocopies of a recent photograph of Dawn that someone had printed o the Internet. Glancing down at the low-resolution image, Luce was surprised to see how much Dawn did resemble her--at least, before she'd dyed her hair. She remembered talking the morning after she'd done it, how Dawn kept joking about their not being Twinkies anymore.
Luce covered her gasp with her hand. Her head hurt as she began to add up so many things that hadn't made sense. Until now.
The awful moment on the life raft. Steven's harsh warning about keeping it a secret. Daniel's paranoia about "dangers" he'd never explained to Luce. The Outcast who'd lured her o campus, the threat that Cam had destroyed in the forest. The way Dawn looked so much like her in the fuzzy black-and-white photograph.