I floated up to the apartment in a daze, only to find Zane waiting with a grim expression.

"We have a problem," he said without preamble.

The happiness deflated like a popped balloon. "What kind of problem?"

"The kind that arrived in New Haven last night asking questions about a missing Silvermere heir."

He handed me a photograph printed from a security camera.

"Your sister is here. She's looking for you."

The photograph showed Mira, my younger sister, the golden child, the one who'd shifted perfectly, never disappointed anyone, standing outside a supernatural information broker's office in the Warren.

She looked different than I remembered. Thinner. Harder.

Like the past...