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And then I realized he wasn't rubbing my shoulders in any suggestive kind of way. It was more like he was holding me down in the chair.
"Okay," I said slowly. "Well, I really ought to get—"
"Damage is what you'll do when you go out of control, Baldwin," he interrupted. "I've seen hundreds of kids like you. Jumped up, arrogant little boys and girls who have no idea what the real price of power is. And no respect for it, either."
"Sir, I'm all about the respect. Promise."
"No, you're not," he said. "Not yet. But you will be." He didn't let me go. "You've got no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
I didn't want to admit it. He didn't care, anyway.
"God, the strength in you," he said, staring down at me with those merciless eyes. "All that strength, going to waste. You don't need a Dji
I was too scared to say anything. He wasn't talking to me, not really; there was something bad going on here, something underneath. His fingers dug into my shoulders like iron spikes.
"You going to screw me, little girl?" He showed his teeth. "I mean in the figurative sense."
"No, sir," I whispered. "I wouldn't."
"Damn right you wouldn't."
I could almost feel something in the room with us, something huge and dark and malevolent. Something violent.
It wants something. Something I have.
Bad Bob seemed to realize it, too. He blinked, shook himself, and took his hands away from my shoulders. I felt the sting of blood rushing back and knew I'd have bruises there later.
"Go on," he said. "Get out of my sight."
I suppose I must have walked out, past the meteorologists, through the security door, signed out, handed Monet my badge, probably even said something. But I don't remember a thing from the getting up part to the part where I was sitting inside my car, gasping for breath and on the verge of tears.
I couldn't possibly have known how close I came that day to dying, but I sensed it. On some level, I knew.
I headed for the comfort of a beachside bar. On reflection, not the best answer to coping with crisis, but you go with your instincts.
Mine were just… bad.
TWO
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Paul had given me five hours to make it out of his Sector; it wasn't a generous head start, but he knew the Mustang could make it. I had to slow down around Philadelphia, wary of speed traps, but I was still making pretty good time. By my calculations, I'd be out of his territory with about a half hour to spare. I knew he'd set his Dji
Unlike Lewis's house Dji
I managed not to drive the car off the road, though I did fumble a gear change.
"You've got a lot of people very upset," the Dji
She ski
"I can see it in you," she said. "It's burrowing." She made a clicking sound with her tongue that sounded dry and insectile.
"Paul didn't see it."
"Wardens don't," she murmured. "Unless they ask us to show them. Which they don't, because they don't know the right question to ask."
Oh. "Want to take it off me?" I asked.
She smiled. "You know the rules," she said. "A Dji
"What if Paul ordered you to take if from me?"
"I think he would not, considering it would destroy me and he would never get another Dji
"Cheer me up some more," I invited.
She smiled. Long canines showed white in her smile. "Would if I could. You going to make the border?"
"If you don't fuck around with me."
She laughed. "Now why would I do that? Everything I do must be in my master's best interests. Rules of the game. Although if you'd slow down, you might at least make it interesting."
She seemed oddly talkative, for a Dji
"Enslaved?" she asked. It didn't seem to bother her. "We are not enslaved."
"That's what they teach us in school."
She sniffed and drummed yellow talons on Delilah's window glass. I hoped she wasn't leaving scratches. "Your school is sadly free of knowledge. Dji
"Freed? I thought you were—sort of eternally— um, damned." Which wasn't the best way to put it, but I couldn't think of a politically correct phrase.
She shrugged. "Fire serves no one forever. It is always ready to burn the hand it warms."
The Dji
She gave me another cool smile. "Too bad you're going to die. I rather like you. A favor, then. Ask a question."
"Did Paul tell you to kill me if I don't make it out of his territory?" I blurted.
She smiled. "That was a poor question," she said. "Care to try again? Secrets of the universe? Lotto numbers? Whether your true love will be tall, dark, and handsome?"
I thought about it. Never look a gift Dji
She took her glasses off again, and even though I didn't look at her, I could feel the pressure of those horrible, beautiful eyes. She was a dangerous pet to keep, a sleek predatory beast with bloodlust kept in check only by a constant flow of Kibbles 'n Bits and a great big magical leash.
"You already know the answer," she purred.
"Oklahoma? What the hell's he doing in Oklahoma?"
She looked away. "Saving someone. Is that not what he is always doing?" She practically steamed with contempt. "One of these days, it will cost him."
"Can we cut out the middleman, here? Just take me to Oklahoma?"
Teeth flashed. "Your favor has been spent, Snow White. Choose better next time."
"Great. Forget favors. Got any advice?"
"Be kind to your Dji
"I don't have a Dji
She shrugged. "You will, if you survive. I can smell that on you, too."