We left the Fates and the former Furies to the endlessly happy Loom, retreating to the Crosspath while my mind churned.
"If Delilah isn't there either," I said, "maybe she's the other side to what Isis is doing." Damaris didn't comment, though she didn't argue either, so I took that as a positive and went on. "I need to find her." I'd been rather pathetically seeking my little sister for what felt like ages now-but was really only a matter of a week or so-since she'd disappears after closing the gates to Heaven.