“Dis-moi quelque chose que j’connaîs pas.” Tell me something I don’t know. “But I’ve realized some things.”

“Like what?”

“We might be goan extinct, Evie. As in, our species is goan to lose this one. And yet Milovníci is the only one mobilizing folks? Somebody’s got to stand up to him. For some reason, it’s fallen to me.” Another swig.

“You’re drinking again. I thought you quit.”

He’d started so young. “Had to be sharp to get back to you. To fight your enemies.” A shadow crossed his expression. “But after a while, you didn’t want me to.”

I couldn’t deny that. “And now?”

In a low tone, he said, “Drinking helps with the pain.” I knew he meant anguish. His tolerance for physical pain was off the charts. “I didn’t expect you to come, Evie.”

“Of course I would.” In a softer voice, I said, “Will you please tell me what happened to you? To Clotile?”

He faced me with such a tormented look that I shivered. “I’ll never tell you. Jamais.”

“Jack, I have to know.”

“I felt the same way. Now? I wish to Christ I didn’t know.” His flask shook in his hand. “I wish I could’ve killed those two myself—making it last.”

“Your friend was with you. I’m so sorry.”

Brows drawn tight, he said, “You ever order yourself not to think about something? With my podna . . .” Jack’s breaths whistled like a weight pressed down on his chest. “I’m hanging on by a thread here, Evangeline.”

Oh, Jack. My gaze dipped to the edge of his bandage. There was no way I could tell him about Aric. Not right now. I refused to snip that thread.

Jack pulled up his shirt to conceal the bandage. Embarrassed? In front of me? “I’ll have this forever, non?” He lifted his chin. “That’s what the doc said.”

“You survived Vincent and Violet. Which is all that matters.”

“You nearly didn’t. Selena told me you fought off the High Priestess too.”

I nodded.

“And that you almost killed Tess for me. Made the girl . . . take you back in time, to save my sight. What the hell happened? Joules and Gabe woan say much about it.”

Deciding on total honesty, I said, “The twins took out your eyes with a hot spoon.”

“Doan know how to react to that.” So he took a drink. “I saw Tess this morning. Maigre, non?” Skinny, no? “But she wasn’t mad. Couldn’t say enough good about you.”

Then she must not remember what happened. “I heard you yell. I lost it.”

Hope flared in those gray eyes. “If you care that much, did you come here to be with me? Like we were? Or like we could be in time?”

“Things are different now.” I didn’t want him to expect something I wasn’t sure I could give. “They just are.”

“Maybe you came running out of guilt. Because Arcana had me?”

“I’d already planned to find you—before you were taken.”

“Death was goan to let you go?”

“Not exactly.” Never. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here now.”

“It does matter. How did you get away?”

“Matthew helped me.” True, but evasive.

“But you didn’t take down the Reaper?” Again, I felt Jack’s disappointment in me. “Even after what he did to us? Even after he left me and coo-yôn, Finn and Selena to die?” He pointed to my hands, to the icons. “You killed two. Why not Death?”

“I learned more about the history of the games, about why he hated me. I wasn’t exactly Miss Congeniality in the past. I betrayed him in ways you can’t imagine.”

Jack swiped his hand over his bruised face. “Try me.”

“It’s complicated. Earlier I didn’t press for answers from you, and now I want to drop this subject.”

He looked like he was just getting started. “Joules told me about the offer he made you. You had a chance to get me freed days ago, but you didn’t take it!” “There’s a lot about Death that you don’t know. That I didn’t.”

“He’s goan to be coming for you.”

I wasn’t convinced. “I have no idea what to expect.”

“Did you know you were the only one he could touch?”

I shook my head. “Not before I was taken.”

“I didn’t figure much could shock me anymore. Then I found out the bastard wanted you for himself. Not to kill—but to keep. That true?”

“It was.” Once.

“Coo-yôn told me all about him. A rich noble knight. Speaks eight languages or some shit. Gave you a warm room in a castle and protection from this entire fucking world.” I’d ordered Matthew to tell Jack I was safe; he might have spread it on a little heavy. “Maybe you were stupid to leave.”

Stupid? “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming at me like this! You were the one who lied to me.” I grappled with my temper, reminding myself of all he’d been through.

“Death told you those things just to drive a wedge between us.”

“If you’d been honest with me, the truth wouldn’t have been such a blow.”

“How the hell was I supposed to tell you about your mother?” He finished his flask. “A thousand times I imagined your reaction. There was nothing I could say that didn’t equal me losing you.”

“For so long, I was trapped at Death’s, with no friends or family to turn to. Then I learned that you’d done this thing. That you’d lied about it. Easily.” My words appeared to hurt him worse than his recent torture. “Do you remember when we promised each other there’d be no more secrets between us? I do. I remember your eyes darted.” Like it was yesterday . . .

“Are you lying to me? Jack, nothing is more important than trust right now. Considering this game, this whole world, we have to be able to depend on each other.”

“I’m not lying. You can trust me alone, Evie. I got no secrets, peekôn. Except for how bad I want you.”

“I was such an idiot to believe you,” I said. “I bought everything you told me, against my better judgment. You heaped so much shit on me for keeping things from you—when you hid plenty from me!”

He shoved his fingers through his hair. “I sensed things were off with you. I sensed you were in danger. I needed to know more, because I wanted to protect you. But my secrets would do nothing but tear us apart.”