‘Not very. Otherwise, I would have had to kill them.’

We walk in silence, the concept of kill or be killed heavy between us.

I’m relieved when we reach Paige, if only to interrupt the silence.

My sister is sitting beside her locusts. My mother and her friend stop at a respectful distance and stare at the beasts.

Paige gets up, sending the locusts flying to the branches above, and runs to Mom. Paige is the baby of the family, and she has a different relationship with our mother than I do. Mom strokes her hair while Paige snuggles into her hug.

‘How did it go with Doc?’ Raffe whispers.

I take a deep breath and give him the bad news about Doc’s broken arm. He doesn’t say anything, but I know the news hits him hard. His amputated wings are withering every second they’re not on him, and I’m pretty sure they won’t last as long as they did last time. And now, the only doctor who can reattach them won’t be back in action for six weeks.

And then there’s my starving sister . . .

I feel drained. There must be another answer, but I’m too emotionally beat up to think. I just want to crawl into the vault in my head and close the door on the world.

I lean toward Raffe and feel his muscles against my arm. I close my eyes and relax into him. He feels so solid. I’m not sure if I’m giving him comfort or the other way around.

When I open my eyes, my mom’s friend is watching us. I quickly step away from Raffe and stand tall. It’s a strange thing for her to do – watching us instead of the locusts or the cut-up little girl.

‘Somebody is looking for you,’ she says.

Oh, right. ‘Yeah, I heard.’ The angels, the hellions – who doesn’t want a piece of me right now?

She nods toward Raffe. ‘I meant him.’

Do they have a bounty on him too? He had a red mask over his face when we were fighting the angels, so they must have thought he was just some demon, right?

‘I have a message for you,’ says the woman to Raffe. ‘The message is, freedom and gratitude. Trust, my brother.’

Raffe spends a couple of seconds taking that in. ‘Where is he?’ he asks.

‘Waiting for you downtown at the church with the stained glass.’

‘He’s there now?’

‘Yes.’

He turns to me. ‘Do you know where that is?’

‘Sort of,’ I say, having a vague memory of a couple of different churches in Palo Alto. ‘What’s going on?’

He doesn’t say anything.

I wonder if the twins got their message wrong. Maybe the angels are looking for Raffe and not me.

‘Do you need anything more from me?’ the woman asks. She’s creeping me out a little with her calm and peaceful voice.

‘No, thank you.’ Raffe’s thoughts are far away.

The woman takes off her hood. Her head is shaved, looking particularly pale.

She takes off her coat, letting it fall to the ground. A sheet is wrapped around her body, tied at one shoulder. Her dark eyes look huge in her bald head, and they gaze at me with peace and serenity. Her hands are together with her fingers interlocking in front of her. The only thing that mars her old-world look is the pair of white tennis shoes she wears beneath her sheet.

She gives us a little bow before turning toward my sister. She doesn’t say any of the rehearsed recruiting statements that I would expect from someone so obviously part of an apocalypse cult. She just moves toward my sister quietly, then stops in front of her.

My mother bows to the lady. ‘Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for volunteering.’

‘Volunteering for what?’ I ask, feeling uneasy.

‘Don’t worry about it, Penryn.’ My mother waves me away. ‘I’ll take care of this.’

‘Take care of what?’ I’m not used to seeing my mom dealing with people, and I’m certainly not used to seeing her interacting with people the way she is with this woman. ‘Take care of what, Mom?’

My mother turns to me with exasperation, as if I’m embarrassing her. ‘I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.’

I stand under the trees and blink several times at her. It’s all I can think to do. ‘When I’m older? Seriously?’

‘This is not for you. I know you, Penryn. You don’t want to see this.’ She shoos me away.

I take a few steps back and join Raffe to watch in the shadows. My mother gestures for us to move farther back, and we turn and walk away. I slip behind a tree to watch when Mom stops looking at us. Raffe stands beside me but doesn’t bother to hide.

The cult woman bows her head and kneels humbly in front of Paige. A part of me wants to leave, never knowing what’s about to happen. But another part of me wants to barge in between them and break it up.

Something is going on with my mother’s full approval that definitely needs supervising. Are they trying to recruit Paige into a cult? I feel no guilt about spying right now. I’m normally big on privacy, but I just need to make sure that there’s nothing . . . well, crazy going on.

‘I am here to serve you, Great One,’ says the woman.

‘It’s okay,’ says Mom to Paige. ‘She volunteered. We have a whole line of cult members who volunteered. They know how important you are. They’re willing to make sacrifices.’

I don’t like the word sacrifices. I rush over to them.

Paige sits on a fallen tree, looking down at the woman now kneeling in front of her. The woman loosens her sheet and tilts her head to the side to expose her vulnerable neck.

I stand frozen, taking in the scene. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Penryn, stay out of this,’ says Mom. ‘This is a private affair.’

‘Are you offering her as meat?’

‘This isn’t like the other time,’ says Mom. ‘She volunteered. This is an honor for her.’

The cult member looks at me awkwardly with her head still tilted to the side. ‘It’s true. I have been chosen. I am honored to nourish the Great One who has resurrected the dead and will lead us to heaven.’

‘Who wants to go to heaven anymore? There’s nothing but angels there.’ I look at her to see if she’s joking. ‘You actually volunteered to be eaten alive?’

‘My spirit will be renewed as my flesh nourishes the Great One.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ I look back and forth between my mother, who is nodding seriously, and the woman, who must be on drugs or something. ‘What makes you think she’s the Great One anyway? The last time we were here, this camp tried to draw and quarter her.’