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"Open your eyes," he said. I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to; I was already crying from the blaze of light. I tried to bat the flashlight away, and he grabbed both my hands in one of his and slammed them back to the stone. The light loomed closer, bloodred on the other side of my eyelids, like a giant blazing eye. "Open your eyes!"
I tried. I think I must have managed to get them open just a little, because I heard him say, "Blue. Huh. I'd have bet they were brown."
He didn't sound crazy. In fact, he sounded very normal, as if we were standing at a cocktail party with our little drinks, making small talk. As if he hadn't just tried to drown me and killed another woman and was kneeling on my chest with a light in my eyes.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked. I could almost see him smiling, saluting me with a martini.
No reason to lie. "Joa
"Smart girl. Indeed I do know. Chaz told me." He leaned over closer. That made it harder to breathe. I coughed again, and couldn't help a sobbing moan when the headache dug claws deeper. "You're in sad shape, Joa
I nodded.
"What did Chaz tell you? Oh, by the way, I saw what you did out there. Very impressive. Chaz tells me most of you can do that by yourselves, right?" He bent very close, close enough that I smelled aftershave and a hint of herbal shampoo. "Without a Dji
"I don't know what you're talking about." It didn't matter. He wasn't a Warden. When I went up on the aetheric-I could barely catch a glimpse of it in Oversight now-I saw no power in him. No potential. He was as absolutely normal as the guy next door. "I don't know what that is."
"You don't have one." He sounded definite about it. "Chaz didn't have one, either. Guess it's just the really high ups that get them, huh? Or… the ones who need them? Out in the middle of nowhere, storm central? Places that get out of control quick?"
He was too close to the truth. There were more Wardens with Dji
Starting with the fact that there were Wardens. "Chaz told you," I whispered.
The flashlight switched off. It was like being doused with cold water in the desert-sweet, shocking relief. Felt like the darkness was a place of safety, a place to hide, even though I knew better. I heard the soft sound of plastic and metal on stone as he set it aside.
"Chaz told you things," he said. "About me. Blabbed his stupid head off. Right?"
I didn't answer. Saving my breath for the screaming part.
"This is going to go better if you just tell me now. The end's the same, but like the Chinese say, it's the journey that counts."
"He told me you were ru
"Honey, I wish I knew that for sure, because I kinda like you. You don't fold under pressure, and that's a gift." He straightened up and let go of my hands. I didn't try to hit him; there was no percentage in it yet. He still had me pi
I was too weak to really use my powers, but I had one advantage: He didn't know it. I concentrated hard, readying myself. I wasn't going to get a lot of opportunities, and I'd better act fast and with perfect timing when one came.
"Tell me about the Dji
"It's a myth," I said. "It's a TV show. He was putting you on."
"Oh, I don't think so, because I asked him with lots of nice folding money. You, unfortunately, money won't do it. I'll have to be more persuasive." I heard something metallic tap the rock. "You know what that is?"
It could have been anything. A nail file. A ring. A bottle opener. "Knife," I whispered. "It's a knife."
"Good memory." Suddenly the sharp edge of it was under my chin, pressing, and I felt myself start squirming. I couldn't help it. My body wanted to get away so badly that it refused to listen to reason and stay still. "Here's how this works, Joa
"Yes." I was sweating. I couldn't afford to sweat. My brain felt slow and stupid, desperate for moisture. There was so much around me, in the air… and I couldn't reach it.
"Now answer my question."
"You haven't asked one," I heard myself say.
"What?" The knife moved at my throat, pressed harder. I squeaked. "You playing with me, honey? Because you won't like the way I like to play."
"They're Dji
"What kind of bottles?"
"Any kind." No, that wasn't true. "Glass bottles. Crystal. Has to be breakable."
He made a gratified sound. The knife moved away. Where it had touched me, I felt a core of cold that stung hot after a few seconds.
"How do you use one?"
I licked my lips with a dry, rough tongue. "First you have to have the scroll-"
The knife plunged into my skin. I screamed. It was buried about a half an inch deep in my arm, and he kept moving it. Cutting. When he finally stopped, I didn't; the screaming dissolved to helpless sobs, but I couldn't shut up until I felt him prick me in another place with the sharp, merciless tip of it.
"There's no scroll," he said. "Right?"
"Right." I swallowed tears. "You're right, you son of a bitch."
He seemed to like that; I heard him chuckle. A warm, friendly sound. He patted my cheek.
"Tell me the truth," he said. "We got all the time in the world to cut through the lies."
"Qui
"What?" Lewis had drifted off into a twilight state, nearly asleep; he jerked back awake at the sound of my voice. We were about two hours outside of Vegas, heading north. Mona was ru
I swallowed and felt my throat click. "The Dji
Lewis listened to me as it poured out-the fear, the pain, the dark, Qui
"You don't know how much Chaz told him," he said. "Don't assume this is your fault, Jo."
"It's very much my fault, Lewis, and you know it. Chaz was a low-level functionary; he knew the basics of the Dji
"Theoretical," Lewis pointed out. "You didn't own one. You'd never worked with one. You were telling him what everybody knew."
"The thing is," I said, "it doesn't matter. If he'd gotten the information from Chaz, he might have blown it off as the bullshit of an amateur. Chaz couldn't back it up, after all. But I confirmed it, and that means he started to take it seriously based on what I said. That means I'm to blame. This happened because I cracked."