Chapter 7I spent the entire nighttime pacing, and when the sky didn’t brighten for what should have been morning, according to every clock in the house, it led me to believe the war between supposed good and evil still raged on. Things had gotten quieter, for sure. The light show had ended, but every time I checked the door, it was still locked. Every time I checked the beach, there were even more footprints, new ones being made, first in one direction, then the other. A few times, I thought I smelled lit cigarettes. Was it a sensory memory of Shawn? Or did Artemis smoke, too?
“Maybe the invisible beefeater isn’t even him,” I said to Mystic as I pictured a floating tall bearskin hat moving back and forth in front of the window. “Artemis?” I spoke his name against the glass again, then wip
