“Here.” Jake hands Preston her phone. “Use ‘Find My Phone.’”

“What’s ‘Find My Phone?’” I mutter under my breath.

“I don’t know.” Essie’s staring at me now. She knows something’s up. She can smell my fear. All the scavengers at the back tables can. Their hackles are raising. Those who were in mostly human form sprout fur and fangs.

“Oh, Christ on a cracker.” Essie’s eyes widen. “What the hell did you do, Nevaeh-cakes?”

I can’t answer. I’m frozen in my seat. Panic has paralyzed me, glued me to the chair, sitting on my hands with my shoulders curled.

Why did I do it? I don’t lift things. I haven’t...