Only a second had passed.
Maura sighed.
The Gray Man shot Laumonier.
He was a king.
It was not at all impossible for Blue to believe that a demon had killed Ronan’s mother and was killing Cabeswater, too. When they came back from the lunch at the schoolhouse – having received dozens of calls from both Ronan’s phone and 300 Fox Way – it felt like the end of the world. Knots of clouds snarled over the town and inside the house, where the Gray Man was packing the few small things that he had left behind there.
“You kill the demon,” he told them all. “I will do my best to handle the rest. Will I be back some day?”
Maura just put her hand on his cheek.
He kissed her, hugged Blue, and was gone.
Jimi and Orla, shockingly, were gone as well. They did not deserve to be in the line of fire, Maura said, and had gone to stay with old friends in West Virginia until it was certain what would happen to Henrietta and the psychics in it.
Every appointment had been cancelled, so there were no clients, and the hotline was set up to send every caller straight to voicemail.
Only Maura, Calla and Gwenllian remained.
It felt like the end of everything.
Blue asked Adam, “Where’s Ronan?”
Adam led Blue and Gansey out of Fox Way into the chilly day, moving carefully to avoid unseating Chainsaw, who perched on his shoulder with her head hung low. Ronan’s car was parked on the kerb a few houses away.
Ronan sat motionless behind the wheel of the BMW, eyes fixed on some point down the road behind them. A trick of the light played over the passenger seat – no, it was no trick. Noah sat there, barely present, also motionless. He was already slouching, but when he caught a look at Blue’s stitches, he slouched down even further.
Blue and Gansey walked to the driver’s side and waited. Ronan did not roll down the window or look at him, so Gansey tried the door, found it unlocked, opened it.
“Ronan,” he said. The gentle way he said it nearly made Blue cry.
Ronan did not turn his head. His feet rested on the pedals; his hands rested on the bottom of the steering wheel. His face was quite composed.
How miserable it was to imagine that he was the last Lynch left here.
Beside Blue, Adam shuddered violently. Blue looped her arm around him. It was terrible to imagine that while Gansey and she had been having lunch, Ronan and Adam had been wandering through a hellscape together. Gansey’s gallant magicians, both felled by horror.
Adam shook again.
“Ronan,” Gansey said again.
In a very low voice, Ronan replied, “I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do, Gansey. Tell me where to go.”
“We can’t undo this,” Gansey said. “I can’t undo it.”
This did not make a dent in Ronan’s expression. It was terrible to see him without any fire or acid in his eyes.
“Come inside,” Blue said.
Ronan didn’t acknowledge this. “I know I can’t undo it. I’m not stupid. I want to kill it.”
A car groaned by them, giving the three of them a wide berth where they stood by Ronan’s open door. The neighbourhood felt close and present and watching. Inside the car, Noah leaned forward to make eye contact with them. His face was miserable; he touched his own eyebrow where Blue’s was scratched.
It wasn’t your fault, Blue thought at him. I’m not upset with you. Please stop hiding from me.
“I’m not going to let it get to Matthew,” Ronan said. He took a breath through his mouth, released it through his nostrils. Slow and intentional. Everything was slow and intentional, flattened into a state of tenuous control. “I could feel it in the dream. I could feel what it wanted. It’s unmaking everything I’ve dreamt. I’m not going to let that happen. I’m not going to lose anyone else. You know how to kill it.”
Gansey said, “I don’t know how to find Glendower.”
“You do, Gansey,” Ronan replied, voice uneven for the first time. “I know you do. And when you’re ready to get him, I’ll be sitting right here, waiting to go where you tell me.”
Oh, Ronan.
Ronan’s eyes were still trained on the road ahead of them. A tear ran down his nose and clung to his chin, but he didn’t so much as blink. When Gansey said nothing else, Ronan reached for the door handle without looking, with the thoughtless stretch of familiarity. He tugged the door free of Gansey’s hand. It closed with less of a bang than Blue had thought Ronan was capable of.
They stood there outside their friend’s car, none of them speaking or moving. The breeze shuffled dried leaves down the street in the direction of Ronan’s line of sight. Somewhere out there was a monster eating his heart. Blue couldn’t think too hard upon the trees of Cabeswater under attack, or she became too restless to even stand.
She said, “Is that the language puzzle box in the backseat? I’m going to need it. I’m going to go talk to Artemus.”
“Isn’t he in a tree?” Adam asked.