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“No,” she said decisively. “You must speak to Revi’.”

“But you just said—”

“It is absolutely not our place to explain this. He would be furious with us, if the two of you have not spoken of it yet. And rightfully so.”

I looked at Ivy, who only nodded, eyes serious.

“You should do it soon,” Ullysa added. “No matter what he says.” Her violet eyes met mine, hardening as her voice darkened. “Kat will not be able to help him with this for long, sister...and I won’t have you retaliating, not in my home.”

She gestured sharply, as if in judgment.

“...It was an open offer. We both saw it. If you let it happen now, you have absolutely no recourse if he accepts.”

At the serious look in both women’s eyes, a kind of fear grew in me, but not one that impelled me into movement, even though they both seemed to be waiting for me to leave. I had no intention of chasing down Kat.

If he didn’t want her there, he could damned well tell her himself.

What I hadn’t wanted to think about, though, was the other reason. The one where if I did go into that room, I’d have to explain to Revik why I didn’t want Kat there. I’d sworn off the jealousy thing after Jaden...and the possessiveness thing, and the trying to control what other people did thing.

As I pictured Kat in there with him, though, the pain came back in a sharp swell...along with fear, a sudden realization that I didn’t really want to think about why I’d decided not to take him up on his offer of sex before breakfast. For that’s what it had been, I realized blankly. He’d asked me back to the room for sex...and he’d barely had the self-restraint to be polite about it.

When I didn’t move, Ullysa sighed again.

That had been over a week ago.

When I’d finally returned to the bedroom with the orange walls, later that same day, Revik was no longer in it. No one came out and said anything, but it was pretty clear I’d committed some kind of major
faux pas.

Ullysa’s voice jerked my mind back to the present.

“Are you going to try?” Ullysa said, exasperated. “Or will you simply stand there? With all respect, I have other things that need doing, Esteemed Bridge.”

I raised the gun half-heartedly, aiming at the dark human outline in paper hanging from a clip attached to a mechanized pulley about twenty feet away. Forcing my mind to a blank, I steadied the gun with my other hand and fired off three shots. Each one threw both of my arms back into their shoulder sockets.

When the sound died, I refocused on the target, lowering the gun.

Only one bullet had even hit the white paper, and that was a tear in one corner that even I had to admit was likely dumb luck.

Clicking at me, seer-fashion, Ullysa held out her hand.

“Give it to me.”

I handed over the gun, swinging my arm to get the kink out of my shoulder. Something caused me to glance back as I did it, and my breath caught.

Revik stood by the door, his long body leaning against the frame. His eyes narrowed, focused on mine, then shifted to the paper target.

He raised an eyebrow.

I felt my face flush. Wiping a few strands of hair out of my eyes, I found I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I finally stuffed them in the pockets of the jeans Ullysa had lent me. I focused back on her, trying to listen.

“Watch,” Ullysa said, raising the gun. “You are closing your eyes...and jerking every time you squeeze the trigger. You are not even looking at the target, Allie! There is no way you would hit it like that.”

I nodded, feeling Revik’s eyes on me still.

“Revi’ told me your father taught you to shoot—”

“Rifles.” I heard the defensiveness in my own voice. “...And I was a kid. I never took it up as a hobby.”

“Well, fine. But with a rifle you also must
aim
...with your eyes open. And it is normal to flinch, but you must train yourself not to jerk.”

I nodded again, then glanced back in spite of myself.

Revik had vanished from the doorway.

I felt a pang that made it hard to breathe.

I’d never been the mooning type, not even with Jaden, so it made me crazy how I found myself reacting to him. Worse, it felt completely outside of my control. He was even starting to look different to me...and definitely not worse, unfortunately.

Maybe I really did have Stockholm Syndrome.

I felt Ullysa watching me, a curious look on her face. I waved the weapon away with a grimace when the beautiful seer offered it.

“Forget it. I don’t think guns are my cup of tea, ‘Llysa.”

“You must learn, Alyson.”

“Maybe some other time.”

Ullysa frowned, glancing at the door. For an instant, her eyes slid out of focus. When they clicked back, she frowned again, muttering under her breath. She indicated toward the target with her free hand.

“Once more. Please.”

Sighing, I caved, taking the gun. Once more. Right.

I raised it to eye level, pointing it resignedly at the target.

As I concentrated on aiming that time, however, a grid appeared behind my eyes...not dissimilar to the grid I’d seen while driving, the one Revik had shown me. I felt him with this one too, and flinched...but he held me in place, almost as if he stood behind me, gripping my arms.

Just watch,
he sent.
Trust me.

I bit my lip, but forced myself to relax.

In the middle of that grid, a sharp spot of light hovered near the target.

I fought not to react as his presence retreated, leaving me standing there, shaking and a little sick-feeling, staring at the grid and that sharp spot of light. Once I relaxed a little more, I saw that the grid originated from one of the geometrical shapes above my own head. I aligned the grid and the sharp bright spot with the silhouette on the paper.

“Gently,” Ullysa said.

I glanced at her in surprise. I’d forgotten she was there.

I started to pull out of the Barrier, but a faint pressure told me to stay.

So he hadn’t left entirely.

Aligning the grid once more, I forced a deep breath...and squeezed the trigger.

Inside the Barrier, there was no need to flinch.

Without clicking out of that calm state, I aligned the grid over a different part of the silhouette, firing again. I fired a third time, and a fourth. It all seemed to happen slow, like in a dream, but when I opened my eyes, the corridor between me and the target still drifted with smoke.

Ullysa laughed aloud, clapping her hands.

I stared at the target. Four neat holes punctuated the head, chest and abdomen of the shadowy outline. For a bare instant, I flushed in elation, tinged with a near relief that I’d finally managed to hit something, and that I might even be able to repeat the trick on my own.

Then I found myself really looking at the outline of the silhouette. My excitement faded.

I was practicing killing people.

Behind me, I felt his presence withdraw. It left gradually, almost reluctantly, leaving a faint whisper of nausea in its wake.

“ANY MORE NEWS of Jon or Cass?” I said.

I didn’t wait for an answer before plopping down on the enormous, faux-suede couch in front of the wall-length monitor. The feeds ran as a gentle hum on that same monitor, the sound low, text running beneath flickering and morphing images.

Mika flopped down heavily beside me, gesturing what I now knew to be a “yes” in seer sign language.

We had just come from the kitchen. She handed me a glass of grapefruit juice and half a sandwich filled with something called
iresmic
, a chutney-like spread made by seers, so weird-tasting in the extreme. Still, it was better than most of the stuff they’d tried to give me, half of which made me gag outright.

Mika, who was the same, short, Chinese-looking seer from that first night I’d gotten there, gestured at the monitor.

“Your friends have been moved by the government,” she said. “Your mother, too. It is good, Allie...it means they are handling it through the humans.” Mika rolled her eyes, smiling faintly as she finished swallowing her bite of sandwich. “...It is the Rooks’ new favorite toy, to call everyone a terrorist.”

I tried to smile back. I couldn’t quite feel the same relief the seers did at my mom and brother in a federal prison.

“I suppose breaking them out is out of the question?” I said.

Mika laughed, poking me in the ribs with a finger. “You human-borns are all the same. It is all pow-pow with guns...”

“Yeah,” I said, exhaling. “That’s me. Gun girl.”

Mika smiled, but her eyes remained serious. “The Rooks have infiltrators all over the human government, Allie...and in every branch of law enforcement. It would be very dangerous for your family if we were to try such a thing. They will let them out soon. Our intelligence tells us that your mother should be out in a few days...maybe less. And in some ways, they are safer in there. The other humans may harass them once they are out.”

I frowned, not really reassured by that, either.

From above us rose a loud bang, like someone knocking a table to the floor.

I glanced up, then back at Mika.

When the seer didn’t react, I forced a shrug.

“Yeah,” I said. “I figured there was a reason.”

“We will monitor the situation closely.” Mika hesitated, then added, “I know Dehgoies feels very responsible...”

I looked back at the television, keeping my face neutral. “I really don’t know enough about what he could have done differently to blame him,” I said honestly. “Anyway, he didn’t make me a seer. I don’t know why he thinks this is all on him.”

Mika patted my leg. “We will get them out as soon as they are released. Do not worry, Bridge Alyson.”

The banging above us started up again.

It grew louder, more rhythmic, broken by thick female cries.

I glanced up, then smiled wanly at Mika. “Someone’s having fun.”

Mika clicked in irritation, shaking her head. “Kat...always Kat. ‘Llysa should give her a soundproof room, or at least one away from the common areas. Poor Ivy...their rooms are next to one another.”

She noticed my expression then, and her irritation faded.

“Oh. Sorry, Allie.”

I shook my head, taking another bite of the sandwich and chewing.

Mika sighed, staring back at the ceiling. “It is not you, you know. She would never admit it, but she has always been weak for him.”

I let the sandwich drop to my lap, suddenly not hungry at all.

Mika clicked her tongue. “It is no excuse. She would not be doing this if you had been raised seer. If it were me, she would wake up missing an ear.”

Briefly, I was tempted to press it. If anyone might tell me what was really going on with me and Revik, it was Mika. I’d already asked her, of course, but every seer in the place had taken some kind of vow of silence. Mika at least seemed to feel bad about not telling me.

I forced a smile. “Wow,” I said finally. “Remind me not to piss you off.”

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