Lily’s subjects followed us, watching with wide, terrified eyes as they waited to be told what to do. I didn’t hold their neediness against them; if following made them feel better, let them follow. I didn’t care. Lily was gone. The knowledge was sinking in by inches, becoming part of the way the world was. Fire burned, iron killed, and Lily was dead. Lily was dead, and it was time for me to go.

“Toby?” Marcia’s tone demanded attention.

I turned to face her. “What?” I asked, struggling to keep my own voice neutral. I was exhausted, and anger was starting to win out over my grief. I wanted to get out of the Tea Gardens before I said or did something I’d regret.

“What’s going to happen to us now?” She asked the question so softly that it took me a moment to realize what she’d said.

I stiffened, cursing inwardly as I scanned Lily’s gathered subjects. There was an almost uniform despair in their eyes; they clearly expected us to walk away. With no one to take care of them and Lily’s knowe collapsing, they had nowhere to go. The other denizens of Golden Gate Park respected Lily, and that would protect her subjects for a while, but not forever. With no one to hold the knowe, greed would overcome respect, and the Tea Gardens would fall.

Lily wouldn’t have wanted that. I wasn’t going to let it happen.

“Don’t worry.” I put a hand on Marcia’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Walther stepped up next to her, saying, “Not to sound like a doubting Thomas, but how are you planning to do that?”

“In the long run, I don’t know. For now . . . ” I turned to Tybalt. “You were watching the Tea Gardens before. Will you keep watching them long enough for me to find out what’s going on?”

From the look on his face, Tybalt expected the question. He took my hand, studying me gravely as he asked, “Why me, and not one of your more accepted allies?”

“Right now, there’s nobody I trust more than I trust you.”

“Ah. The truth.” He smiled, looking almost tired as he released my hand. “Go, then; I’m sure you have promises to keep. My cats and I will guard your flotsam until you return.”

“I appreciate that,” I said, skirting the forbidden thanks.

“I know you do. You always do.” Tybalt sighed. “She was my friend, too. Find whoever killed her. If you need me, call.”

“If I can.” I wasn’t making any promises, but I meant it.

He paused before reaching out to brush my hair back with a surprisingly gentle hand. “Don’t run yourself to death until you know you have no choice.”

“I have to go.” I pulled away, turning back to Walther and Marcia. “Can you do me a favor?”

“What?” asked Marcia, sniffling.

“Keep everyone here until we know what’s going on.” I wasn’t sure Luna and Lily were targeted because of their connection to me, but the odds were too high to ignore. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Marcia nodded, whispering, “I promise.”

“I can’t stay here,” Walther said. “I have class.”

Lily mentioned him testing her water; I hazarded a guess. “You teach forensics?”

“Chemistry.”

“Close enough. If I bring you something, can you test it for poison?”

Walther nodded. “Sure.” He dug a business card out of his pocket. “My class schedule and office hours are on the back.”

“Great.” I took the card and flipped it over, checking to be sure I could read his writing before tucking it into the pocket of my jacket. “I’ll see you soon.”

That was that. There were no more excuses to stay and too many reasons to go. Walking out of that garden alone was still one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Lamentations filled the air behind me. I was almost to the gate when a new voice joined in, adding its own harsh, deep sobs. I didn’t look back.

Tybalt would never have forgiven me for seeing him cry.

I had to walk in circles with my hands stretched out in front of me for several minutes before my palms bumped into my still-invisible car. When May casts a don’t-lookhere, she really casts a don’t-look-here. Unlocking the door took several more minutes. I was swearing steadily by the time I got inside.

There was no traffic so close to dawn, and having an invisible car meant there were no speed limits, either. I drove home fast enough to be a danger to myself and others, so focused on the road that I didn’t notice I was crying until I reached my apartment complex, parked the car, and realized my cheeks were damp. I frowned, trying to figure out why. That’s when it wore through the shock and hit me all the way: Lily was dead, and Luna was dying, and nothing I did seemed to be making things any better. I was failing them. “Oh, Lily,” I whispered, wiping my cheeks. “How could you?”

I left the car in a daze, pausing only to retrieve Luna’s cup. I should have given it to Walther while we were both in the same place . . . or not. I’d feel safer if I could be there while he ran the tests, and that needed to wait until his office hours. My head was pounding, and tears were running unchecked down my cheeks, but that didn’t matter. Even I’m allowed to grieve.

The living room was dark. I shoved Luna’s cup into the front closet without turning on the light, then paused, frowning. Spike was compacted into a ball on the corner of the couch, and the cats were pacing in front of May’s door, yowling. May never locks the cats out. She’s more tolerant than I am, and she doesn’t mind being woken at seven in the morning because the girls want to be fed.

Cagney gave me an indignant look, clearly expecting me to open the door. I moved her aside with my foot, knocking instead. “May? You in there?”

“Go away!”

That wasn’t good. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Something hit the inside of the door. She was throwing things. “I said go away! ”

I frowned, putting my hand on the doorknob. My Fetch is normally good-tempered in the extreme, unless you’ve done something to piss her off. She might have heard about Lily, somehow; she’d know what the Undine’s death meant, for both of us.

“I’m coming in,” I said. She wasn’t ready to deal with this, and she definitely wasn’t ready to deal with it on her own.