I think I deserve credit for not shutting immediately down, even if it was little more than petulance that kept me from it. For a long moment I said absolutely nothing, staring hard at the figures on the porch, fingers practically twitching against the Eagle.

Robin disappeared, I thought but didn't voice; maybe it was just Ishiah's shit luck that he didn't want to be found this time. My eyes narrowed again, holding the peri in my unflinching gaze until I abruptly turned, almost as if waking, and stalked back the way I'd come, gun still clasped in my hand.

There was no fucking way. Robin wasn't gone. He couldn't be gone.