THE STREET WAS DARK and deserted. Just as she liked it. Maybe 'home' wasn't so bad after all, though she sensed an imp in the shrubbery of a house they passed, but it was wisely feigning sleep. A light came on as the man neared the door of a little house half a block down. Night quickened her pace. She didn't want to break a nail breaking into the house. She whispered to the shadows, asking for a delay, and the man fumbled his keys, dropping them at the dark base of a planter.
"What did you say his name was?" Night asked over her shoulder, her voice low.
"I..." Lin started then stopped. Night glanced at her, and she could see the splotches of red on Lin's cheeks.
"Oh right, you didn't." She let her voice go hard and brittle as ice. But as she turned away, the name came to her. As if by
