He was watching me, gauging my emotions. “Is that what you want?”

“It’s where you belong.”

His head tilted and he was at my doorway before I could blink. “You need to figure out what you’re capable of.”

I frowned. “That’s getting really old.”

“I heard Farrow. He wants you to figure that shit out because of some war. I thought he was exaggerating. I’ve heard things, and I was wrong.”

“I’m working on it,” I said, getting tired. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself against Artemis and sleep.

“Hon, if this war is half as bad as Farrow thinks it will be, you really need to figure these things out.”

Great. Another Riddler. Just what I needed. “So, what do you know about it?”

“I know that they’re coming. And Charles—” He planted a warning gaze on me. “—they’re mad.”

Before I could ask for a little elaboration, he disappeared into thin air. Hopefully he’d stay in his body this time.

I scooted closer to Artemis. The coolness wafting off her felt good. She wagged her little tail and burrowed her nose under my neck. I glanced one last time at the door where Garrett had been before I let sleep overtake me.

Men.