Chapter 31

But there was no blood to warm him, no grandfathers to say it was not the natural order to bury your children and your children’s children, no sister to say, Now it is just us two

So at St. Mikey’s, packed to overflowing with his mother’s students and editors, Bethzatha’s workers and his brother and sister’s friends—testaments to the lives his family touched—Jade was alone. 15

That night Jade went home to his parents’ house, crawled into his old bed, and listened to his aloneness. It was a silence broken only by the cyclical whirr of the refrigerator.

Belle was staying at the manor house, ostensibly to be mothered by Paris. But Jade feared she was being drawn into Se?or’s web. He didn’t like the way she stood on the porch. When had she become so comfortable there? She was seventeen, and he hardly knew her. And what he could surmise only made him uneasy.