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→“Uh . . . I don’t know,” Bliss muttered, pushing through. She knew they would think her incredibly rude, but it was as if her head were going to crack open.

→“No. Sorry.” Bliss grabbed her bag and headed out of the room. She bumped into a few girls walking in.

→“Did you say something?” the salesgirl asked, shoving the purple dress into a plain brown bag and stapling the top with the receipt.

→“Why does this bring joy to you?” Bliss asked. “Why would you care? She’s just a coma patient in a hospital room.”

→“Do you take Amex?” she asked the salesgirl sitting at the desk. She tried to maintain her composure while inside the Visitor’s excitement made her head ache.

→Bliss was paying for her new dress when she was jolted by the Visitor’s voice in her head.

→It started with the last week of August first-year orientation, when incoming freshmen were mildly hazed by their final-year tormentors with shaving cream pie, throwing contests in the cortile, water balloon fights from the balconies, and an epic game of Murderer. On the final orientation day, there was a solemn presentation of class rings and the singing of the school song, culminating in a decidedly extracurricular after-hours party on the roof of the head boy’s house, when the first of the May- December romances would blossom, usually between an “old girl” (what the school called female seniors) and a “new boy” (a male freshman), and not, as one would think, the other way around.

→“Are you sure about this?” Oliver asked.

→“They took her from the hotel a year ago. For some reason, they must have wanted her alive. Nan Cutler survived and posed as Jordan’s grandmother, hiding her in the favela, where Jordan must have been able to befriend those children. But Sophia knew we were coming, she left us the note, told the children who to give it to. And she knew the Silver Bloods would take her here, but I think we were supposed to save her. That’s what she saw. That’s why she sent us here’to prevent this from happening. But somehow her timing was off . They decided to kill her sooner than she expected.”

→“I don’t understand,” Mimi said. “I don’t understand any of this.”

→“The archangel’s sigil.” Kingsley nodded. “You see that gold crust around the wound? There’s only one sword in the world that can do that. Michael’s.”

→“Is that what I think it is?” Mimi asked.

→A man and a woman. Mimi recognized them from the Committee. The couple had lived next door to the Forces on Fifth Avenue. My god, Mimi thought, her heart racing. The hidden Silver Bloods were like terrorist sleeper cells; who knew how many more of them were in the Coven? Ted examined the wound on the woman’s chest. There was a mark in the middle of it that had been obscured by all the blood. It was a tattoo of a sword piercing clouds, right where the heart would be.

→“What do you mean she’s not dead?” she cried. But Kingsley and the team were more interested in examining the bodies of the Silver Bloods right then.

→Mimi wanted to scream. Riddles and clues and a dead body and now yet another mystery. She wanted explanations and she wanted them now.