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Thin air

Кейн Рэйчел

“What about her?” Surely she was too young to be corrupted already.

“He hates her,” the Dji

As much as she felt heat for Cetan Nagin, as much as she wanted him, she feared him at moments like this. The Dji

“If that happened, I would have a case,” she agreed.

“Then all you have to do is wait,” he said, and smiled. “Now. As to that vacation…”

She glanced at him, and his smile grew warmer.

And so, reluctantly, did hers.

“I was thinking I might go with you,” Cetan Nagin said. “If you’re willing.”

She tried not to be, but there were some things that were simply meant to happen.

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Blur.

I lost my hold on the memory; Marion was fighting me, trying to keep her private life private. I released and sped past other memories. It wasn’t just the cold calculation of her leaving me as a stalking horse for Bad Bob that chilled me; it was more than that. Marion had hunted me at the behest of the Wardens. She’d trapped me and tried to kill me more than once.

Lewis had let me believe she could be trusted, but she couldn’t. Marion was a zealot. She would follow her ethics past any personal considerations, past likes or dislikes.

Still, there was something more. Cetan Nagin. Her Dji

The richness of Marion’s i

I wanted it all. I wanted a life. Even someone else’s.

Something knocked me out of Marion’s head with the force of a car crash, and I slammed back into my own body. I jackknifed forward in the chair, cradling my throbbing head. The pain was crushing. Every sensation felt more intense; every sound rang louder. I curled up in a ball in the chair, gasping for breath.

“Marion!” Lewis was shouting, his voice as loud as a bell in my head. “Oh, God. God, no. Lee! Get your ass back here now!”

When I tried to run, Lewis grabbed me, slammed me down on the floor, and tried to restrain me. And all of a sudden I felt a surge of utter terror.

I couldn’t let this happen to me. Not again.

So I lashed out, the whole world dissolved in chaos, screaming, and pain, and then I was gone.

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I woke up alone, in a cell.

Technically, maybe not so much a cell as a hospital room, but it might as well have been a cell. There were bars on the narrow window, plain ugly walls, and I was cuffed with leather restraints to the metal bars on the bed. They’d stripped me and put me into a nasty-colored hospital gown.

I was all alone.

“Hey!” My voice came out a frightened croak. “Hey, anybody! Help?”

There was a button next to my hand. I pressed it, and kept frantically pressing it until I heard a buzzing sound, and the cell door clicked open.

It admitted the doctor who’d gone off with Kevin earlier-Dr. Lee. He came back up with not one but two security guards, along with a small flying wedge of nurses.

No sign of Marion or Lewis.

The crowd stayed well out of reach, even though I was restrained.

“Hello,” Dr. Lee said. He sounded like he was making an effort to be cheerful. “Feeling better?”

“Peachy,” I said, and swallowed. My mouth felt like it had been upholstered in fur. “Water?”

A nurse poured me a cup, added a sippy straw, and held it for me. The effort of lifting my head seemed exhausting. I drained the cup and collapsed back to the pillow, gasping for air.

“You’re lucky,” Lee said. “You nearly fried your entire central nervous system. If Lewis hadn’t been here, you’d be hooked up to a ventilator right now, and we’d be transferring you to permanent care.”

I let that sink in for a second, then asked, “Marion?”

Silence. Lee stared at me for a long moment, then checked the monitors. “She’s in a coma,” he said. “We can’t wake her up.”

Oh, crap. Crap!

“I didn’t mean-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he cut me off, but I could hear the anger under his veneer of calm. “I need you to rest. Your scans are still far from normal. We’ll talk about all this later.”

I jerked at the restraints. “Can you take these off?”

“No,” he said. “As soon as you’re able to be moved, you’ll be transferred to a facility where you can be properly examined and controlled.”

Meaning I was under arrest. The security guards, grim and well-armed, more than confirmed that. I didn’t like it, but there was really nothing I could do about it.

And really nothing I should do about it.

“Can I talk to Lewis?” I asked, very respectfully. Lee shot a glance toward the security people.

“I’ll let him know you’re asking for him,” Lee said. “I’m going to give you a sedative now, all right? Just something to help you sleep.”

He used drugs instead of the Earth Warden-patented hand-on-forehead; I wanted to do something to stop him, but I controlled the impulse. Clearly, it wasn’t going to be a good idea for me to start fighting, not with the odds as they were.

David, I thought. David will help me.

I wondered where the hell he was, but before I could do more than wonder, the fog swept in, rendered my mind cool and blank, and I drifted away.

When I woke up, it was dark, and there was someone sitting in the chair next to me, snoring. I blinked and tried to rub my eyes, and remembered the restraints only when they clicked and rattled the bars.

Which cut off the snoring. A light clicked on, and I saw Lewis’s tired but freshly shaved face in the pale glow.

“Hey,” he said, and reached out to wrap his fingers around mine. “How do you feel?”

“Pissed,” I said. “I’m tied to a bed, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I noticed,” he said, and yawned. “Trust me, the restraints are there for a reason.”

“What reason?”

“Your protection,” he said. “I know you. If you had half a chance of breaking out, you’d already be blowing the door and ru