Darcy closed her eyes, taking deep, fulfilling breaths. She reached up and grasped the cross pendant hanging around her neck, caressing the smooth wood beneath the pads of her fingers. "Will the other kids be okay?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
Peregrine was staring at the boy as if his head were cut off, and his decapitated body were speaking Greek to her while doing an Irish jig. "Peregrine," she said distractedly, looking at him dubiously. "Why the hell does your... clone, want to kill me?" she demanded not understanding at all.


