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  "No. " It came out without thought, an instinctive response. If he took her back, she'd be trapped again - and she needed to get moving, get there. Where? Shaking her head to clear the fog, she reached out to touch his shoulder. Muscle flexed under her palm, and her thoughts threatened to scatter.

  Then she saw the determination in his eyes and knew she had to speak. "I think it was a response to a trigger of some kind. The words I said. . . there was something in them that my brain couldn't process, so it shut down for a few seconds to allow me to reboot. "

  Dev's expression changed, becoming almost ascetic in the stark purity of its focus. "It's coming back to you, isn't it?"

  "Things come out of my mouth," she told him, her gaze locked to his, "and then I know them. " It made sense to her, but she could see he wasn't convinced. "I'm not misleading you on purpose. " It was so important that he believe her, that he know her, though he was all but a stranger.

  But Devraj Santos wasn't a man who'd ever give her an easy answer.

  Now, his lashes came down to hood his eyes for a second before he said, "I guess we'll find out soon enough. " Getting up, he motioned her out of the car. "We might as well take a break so you can eat a bite. "

  She stared at the mall, at the mass of people, and felt herself shrinking back. "I'd rather stay here. "

  Dev's gaze rested on her for a long moment. She knew he hadn't missed her retreat when he said, "I'll bring you something. " Closing her door, he walked around to the driver's side and pressed something on the dash. "Wouldn't want you taking off with my car. " A piercing glance.

  It was difficult to keep her face expressionless, her frustration contained. "If I wanted to, I could simply walk away. "

  "You're too weak to go far. " A highly pragmatic answer. "And, I'm not taking that chance. " The doors locked around her as he stepped back, activating the car's antitheft systems with what she guessed was some kind of a remote.

  Katya waited only until his back was turned before trying to restart the car. She had to get there, had to see, had to bear witness.

  It was a drumbeat in her head, that strange compulsion, but she didn't know where she had to go, didn't know who or what she had to find. All she knew was that if she managed to get free, she had to keep going, keep running until she ended up there.

  But first, she had to escape.

  Looking up, she saw Dev's tall form disappear into the mall - just as she located the panel that concealed the car's computronic safeguards.

  PETROKOV FAMILY ARCHIVES

  Letter dated February 24, 1971

  My sweet Matthew,

  Debate is raging across the Net. I can't set foot in the slip-stream without getting caught up in it. There's a sense of disbelief at this proposal, this Silence the Council is calling "our best, perhaps our only, hope. "

  Maybe my fears were for naught. It appears that no matter the demons that savage us, in the end, we're far too human to do such irreparable harm to our young. For that mercy, I thank God with everything in me.

  Love,

  Mom

  Chapter 9

  Katya broke several nails but the panel wouldn't shift. It took her ten precious seconds to realize it had been locked in place by a second layer of security. Frustrated, she moved on, trying things she hadn't even known she knew until her brain put her fingers into motion.

  All for naught.

  The car's systems were as impregnable as a tank's. Giving up when it became obvious she was wasting her energy, she slid back into her seat and pressed two fingers to her forehead in an attempt to follow the thread of the compulsion, find out if her need to go there. . . go north - yes, north! - was nothing but another booby trap.

  At first, there was only the sticky blankness of the cobweb, a prison that trapped her hands, muted her mouth. But then, she found herself standing in a quiet, hidden part of her psyche, a part protected by the phoenix's wings. That part whispered that this need, this urge, came from within herself. Yet how could she trust that it did when her mind was a cracked and fractured thing, full of holes and lies, illusions and nightmares? What if the phoenix she'd glimpsed was only a madness-induced fantasy, something she'd clung to when all else was taken from her?

  A click of sound.

  She snapped up her head to see the driver's-side door sliding back. Dev got in, his tall, muscular body taking up what felt like every inch of spare space. "Here. "

  Accepting the take-out drink container he held out, she frowned. "This is heavy for juice. "

  "Milk shake," he said, unscrewing the lid on a bottle of water and putting a spare bottle in the holder between them. "That's for you, too. "

  "Thank you. " The cold of the milk shake seeped through the insulated container, a small thing, but she luxuriated in it, in the reminder that she was no longer in the dark.

  "I made a call while I was in there," Dev said, surprising her. "The panther? It's a real memory. "

  "Oh. " A slow bloom of hope unfurled. "Are you certain?"

  A quick nod that sent his hair sliding across his forehead, drawing her eye. Pushing it back, he looked at the container she held. "Drink. "

  Aware she'd likely never tasted such a thing before, she took a cautious sip. Nothing came up. "The straw's defective. "

  Dev shot her a quick grin. It altered his face, turning him strikingly beautiful. But that wasn't the odd part. The odd part was that seeing him smile made her heart change its rhythm. She lifted her hand a fraction, compelled to trace the curve of his lips, the crease in his cheek. Would he let her, she thought, this man who moved with the liquid grace of a soldier. . . or a beast of prey?

  "Did I say milk shake?" he said, withheld laughter in his voice. "I meant ice cream smoothie - with enough fresh fruit blended into it to turn it solid. " Glancing at her when she didn't move, he raised an eyebrow.

  She felt a wave of heat across her face, and the sensation was so strange, it broke through her fascination. Looking down, she took off the lid after removing the straw and stared at the swirls of pink and white that dominated the delicious-smelling concoction. Intrigued, she poked at it with the tip of her straw. "I can see pieces of strawberry, and what's that?" She looked more closely at the pink-coated black seeds. "Passion fruit?"

  "Try it and see. " Handing her his water bottle, he started the car and got them on their way.

  "How would I know?" She put his water in the holder next to the unopened bottle. "And I need a spoon for this. "

  Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a plastic-wrapped piece of cutlery. "Here. "

  "You did that on purpose," she accused. "Did you want to see how hard I'd try to suck the mixture up?"

  Another smile, this one a bare shadow. "Would I do that?"

  It startled her to realize he was teasing her. Devraj Santos, she thought, wasn't supposed to have a sense of humor. That was something she just knew. And, it was wrong.

  That meant the shadow-man didn't know everything, that he wasn't omnipotent.

  A cascade of bubbles sparkled through her veins, bright and effervescent. "I think you're capable of almost anything. " Dipping in the spoon, she brought the decadent mixture to her lips.

  Oh!

  The crisp sting of ice, the cream rich and sweet, the fruit a tart burst of sensation. It was impossible not to take a second bite. And a third.

  Though he kept his eyes on the road, Dev was acutely conscious of Katya eating up the smoothie. She was concentrating so hard on the treat she appeared to have forgotten all about him. The clawing protectiveness in him relaxed - he'd found something she'd eat. And if he had to feed her those things for the next month, she would put on weight.

  She was of enemy blood. It would be in his best interests to keep her weak.

  His hands tightened on the steering wheel. That ruthless voice was as much a part of him as the protectiveness, no getting around that - but these days, it
dominated more and more. On the flip side, he thought, the Santos family tree was also lucky enough to contain an empath, a woman gifted with the ability to heal emotional wounds - maybe his great-grandmother's blood would save him from becoming a complete and utter bastard. That was what she'd predicted the last time he'd seen her.

  "So much iron in your heart, boy," Maya had said. "I touch you and I taste metal. "

  "It's part of who I am. "

  "You think it makes you strong. "

  He hadn't argued.

  "This isn't why my parents left the Net," she'd said, a scowl marring her delicate features. "They fought for our right - your right - to feel, to live as you wanted. Instead, you're becoming so cold you might as well be Psy. "

  His great-grandmother had been a child at the time of the defection, and, as with the others of her generation, it had been the defining moment of her life. What the old ones didn't understand was that the war had never ended, that iron-hard choices were all that kept the Forgotten from extinction.

  And Dev wasn't yet bastard enough to shatter the heart of an empath.

  Katya sighed, and that quickly, he was wrenched very much into the present. "Good?" he asked.

  "I want to eat more but my stomach is protesting. "

  He let the ice of control go for the moment, the dark heat of his nature filling the empty spaces within. "I'll pull up at a rest stop so you can throw away the cup. "

  "I don't want to throw it away. " She licked the spoon with an innocent relish that hit him as anything but.

  His entire body went taut, fixated on the lush softness of her mouth, the pink dart of her tongue. Jesus, Dev, he told himself, this is hardly the time to be thinking of sex.

  His body had other ideas. Weak, fragile women had never attracted him. And Katya, she was all of that. But he'd glimpsed the steel frame beneath that translucent skin, those lost eyes - when this woman found herself again, she'd be a force to be reckoned with.