“Kyle took in a breath. “While you were doing freaky stuff with Adam—as fine as he is—did you figure out where he is?” I shook my head, and he sighed. “That’s good.” I raised my eyebrow. He grinned, tiredly. “That would have been useful, Mercy. And having something freaky and useful would have been too good and sent the spirits of evil gods on our tail.” I stared at him.” HumorSuperstitionMercy ThompsonAdam HauptmanFrost BurnedMercedes ThompsonPatricia BriggsKyle Brooks Author:Patricia Briggs