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Thin air

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“You want me to send you home,” he repeated without inflection. And tears rolled out of her eyes, vanishing into steam in the superheated air. My skin was agonizingly painful, already begi

“Please,” she said. “With this many Dji

“No,” he agreed. “What would be on my hands would be the risk that you would come back, and this time you’d lead an army. That’s exactly what you’re pla

The tears cut off instantly, and the Demon’s voice hardened. “You’d do the same.”

“Trust me,” David said, “I’ve done far worse. And I’ve done it to people I loved.”

And he broke the seal from the bottle, opened it, pressed the heel of his hand to her jaw to pry apart her lips…and fed her a Demon.

I let go. It wasn’t conscious, just instinct; I felt the raw menace of the thing as it snaked its way out of the bottle, and I just had to get away from it in an awkward scramble. David’s face was like cast metal, no softness there, and no mercy. My doppelgänger was screaming, but it was too late; he held her down, slammed her mouth shut to lock the thing inside, and I watched as the Demon shed her human disguise in the extremity of her fear and rage.

The skin simply shredded into a mist of blood and tissue, and underneath red muscle hardened into black, crystalline shell. Insectile and unsettling.

Her eyes stayed blue. My eyes, and she defiantly focused them on me as she struggled to throw off David’s hold and expel the poison he’d just forced down her throat.

But not even the strongest Demon could fight Mother Nature-their Mother Nature, not mine. Theirs dictated that they hunted by territory, and they’d hunt each other if forced together, to the exclusion of other prey.

Two Demons, one body.

I watched them rip each other apart, screaming, into a black shredded mist, and didn’t realize I’d fallen down until David cradled me in his arms, partly shielding me from the heat. I was shaking all over, partly from dehydration, partly from the horror of what I’d seen. Partly from realizing that she’d just been destroyed by the same thing that had once killed me, and my mind had blocked out the details until Ashan had brought it all back.

A stream of blue fog poured from the mouth of the open bottle, and a Dji

David didn’t speak. He tossed the bottle to another Dji

It fought hard to stay out, but gradually it was pulled in, a steady stream of black fog condensing and rushing into the open mouth.

As soon as the last of it had vanished, the Dji

The Dji

“Where’s he taking it?” I asked. My lips were dry and cracked, and my tongue felt like old paper. I didn’t recognize my own voice.

“Someplace safe,” David said, and frowned at me. “Let’s get you out of here.”

But when he opened the door of the mausoleum and we stepped out into the cool, soft air, we had a surprise.

The graveyard was full of Dji

And then his gaze focused on something in the midst of that crowd of several hundred, and a path formed to let two people walk out of the center.

Ve

And, holding her hand like a father taking his favored child for a stroll, Ashan.

David didn’t speak. Neither did Ashan nor Ve

Finally David shook his head. “Let her leave,” he said. “She’s got no part in this.”

“But she does,” Ve

“Not the first time that’s happened, Ashan. Is it?” David was growing brighter, more Dji

Ashan’s eyes had turned silver, and they looked like cold pools of mercury, still and uncaring. “Yes. Because I’m older,” he said. His voice resonated with assurance and cool, still energy. If other Dji

“You have a message.” David looked wary. Worried.

“Through the Air Oracle,” Ashan replied. “We will no longer be one. You may have the New Dji

David’s glow cooled. It was a slow process, but definite, and when it was over he stood there looking at Ashan with an odd, vulnerable intensity I didn’t really understand.

“I see,” he said. “You mean to destroy us.”

“No. I merely mean to protect those of my own kind,” Ashan said. “We will not fight you, nor the humans, unless attacked. If the Mother asks, we will answer. But we will have nothing to do with mortals. If you and yours choose to do so, that’s your affair, but no agreements you make will bind us.”

“You’re leaving,” David said, and frowned.

“Not quite yet,” Ashan said, and looked down at his feet. No, at the ground. And I felt that strange slip-sliding again, the rapid movement of the planet’s magnetic force. I heard a distant hum of metal trembling, and felt the metal parts on my clothing, like zippers, pull just slightly away from me. “The magnetic field is shifting.”

“It can’t be. It’s not time,” David said, but like Ashan he was staring down, and I sensed it was more of a pro forma objection than a real argument. “Jonathan had plans for handling this.”

“Yes,” Ashan said. “And we will need all of our strength to carry them out. Get the New Dji