Marissa had said I’d had a deeper motive for coming to the penthouse suite alone, that I’d wanted to join forces with her. Well, she was half right. There had been a deeper motive, and I only truly understood it now. I’d wanted to get things finished on my own; I’d wanted to do it with Lockwood left behind. Now he was here, and despite the joy and relief he brought me, the old fear sank back down onto my shoulders. It was the fear that fed off the predictions made by the fortune-telling machine at Tufnell’s Theater; that clung to the memories of the empty grave waiting for him in the cemetery;
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