“What are they doing? Don’t they know I’ll just kill them?”
“I think they’re trying to delay us.”
As they reached the peak of the jump, Jessica whipped the flashlight around, but nothing flew nearby. In the distance, though, the rest of the slither cloud had gathered itself around a rising black nucleus, a single darkling on the wing.
“That’s not good,” she said. The rescue plan had assumed it would take a while for anything big to reach Jenks from the deep desert. But apparently a darkling had come early, while she, the flame-bringer, had been late.
“Can I open my eyes?” Jonathan said as they began to descend.
She swept the flashlight across the trees below them one more time, but nothing sparked to life, and she flicked it off. “Sure.”
As they began to descend, Jonathan swept his gaze across the horizon swiftly, then pointed with his free hand. “That’s it over there.”
Among the low, gnarly mesquite trees a spike of rock thrust into the air like a rude finger. It was in the general direction Melissa had indicated, and she’d said that Rex had found the lost girl in some sort of cave.
“Come on. Let’s try to make it in one jump,” Jonathan said. “If they’re risking white light to slow us down, we should probably get there fast.”
Instinct took over as they dropped, Jessica twisting in midair to reorient herself for a last jump toward the stone spire. They landed in the high grass and rebounded without any pause.
They rose above the trees again, and Jessica spotted two tiny figures standing close together by a fissure in the stone. “That’s them!”
“They look like they’re in one piece,” Jonathan said softly. “Any slithers down there?”
“Close your eyes.”
She switched the flashlight on again, playing it across the small clearing, the rocks, and the treetops. Nothing burst into flame; no slithers hurtled screaming from the undergrowth. Jessica did catch, however, the dark purple flash of Rex’s eyes as he glanced up, then turned away, his expression of pain visible even from the air.
“Oops.” Jessica turned the flashlight off. “Okay. You can look now, Jonathan. Landing in five, four…”
They came down softly in the thick grass, about ten feet from Rex and the small, thin girl who stood next to him, clinging to his arm. She was about Beth’s age, wearing a ragged sweatshirt and pajama bottoms. Her eyes bulged as she stared at Jonathan and Jessica. She’d probably seen some pretty astonishing stuff tonight, but two people flying hand in hand was still pretty jaw-dropping.
“Are you okay?” Jonathan asked.
“Sorry about blinding you. Rex,” Jessica said.
His eyes still covered, his hands shaking, Rex answered, “No, that’s fine. It cleared my head. You got here just in time.”
Jessica raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant. There weren’t any slithers here. Why had they been frying themselves just to delay her another minute?
Jonathan dropped Jessica’s hand and crossed to the girl. “Cassie, right?”
She nodded dumbly.
“I’m Jonathan. Hey, your elbow looks ouchy.”
Cassie looked at the red mark, then pointed into the cave. “Banged it in there. But you should see my ankle.” She pulled up one pant leg, revealing the dark bruise of a slither bite. Jessica winced, shaking out her own hand, which was still tingling with icy needles.
“Ow!” Jonathan said. “I hate snakes.”
“No. It was this stupid cat.”
Jonathan glanced back at Jessica.
She remembered that night, only her second time in the secret hour, when the black slither-cat had transformed horribly into a snake before her eyes. Then another dozen slithers had shown up, along with a darkling in the shape of a giant panther. And then the biggest surprise of alclass="underline" finding out that the whole thing hadn’t been a dream, but an entire new reality opening up.
Jessica frowned. On the phone this afternoon no one had mentioned what was supposed to happen after they rescued Cassie from the blue time. How would they keep her from spilling the beans to everyone in town?
Of course, maybe the answer was obvious. Melissa would reach into the young girl’s mind and erase what had happened here. She had done it more than once before—to Jessica’s own parents, probably. And back when her talent was young and unformed, Melissa had forced herself into Rex’s father’s mind, leaving the old guy half crazy. The thought of his milky, empty eyes made Jessica shiver again.
But maybe it didn’t have to be that way.
“This is a pretty crappy dream, huh?” she said to the girl, rubbing her slither-bitten hand.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, and even Rex, who still looked pretty shaky, snorted out a short laugh.
“What?” Jessica shrugged. “I’m just saying, as nightmares go, this one’s on the weird side. Right, Cassie?”
The look of dazed confusion gradually faded from the girl’s face, her expression turning more thoughtful. “Well, I was kind of wondering: what’s going on here?” She looked up at the dark moon. “What happened to everything? And who are you guys?”
“You’ve got a fever, right?” Jessica asked.
“Not a fever. My grandma said it’s just a cold.”
“Oh. Right. Okay,” Jessica said slowly and deliberately. “But sometimes when we’re sick, we have funny dreams.”
Cassie crossed her arms. “Yeah, maybe. But people in those funny dreams don’t usually bring it up that I’m dreaming.”
Jonathan laughed. “Nice try, Jess.”
“Yeah, this kid’s smarter than that,” Rex said. “And tougher than she looks too.”
“Smarter?” Jessica cried. “What’s that supposed to mean? I thought the blue time was all a dream, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.” Rex chuckled. “Well, feel free to tell her whatever you want until Melissa gets here.”
Jessica frowned and glanced at Jonathan, who shrugged, a helpless look on his face. He didn’t much like the idea either, but he clearly couldn’t see any other way of keeping the secret hour secret.
A crashing sound reached them through the trees.
“Speaking of which,” Rex said.
Dess emerged first, a long metal pipe balanced over one shoulder, like a spear ready to be thrown. She stumbled into the clearing and came to a halt, looking at them one by one. Then she lowered the spear with a disgusted noise. “No monsters left, are there?”
“All under control,” Rex said.
“Rats,” Dess said. “Jessica, I haven’t slain jack squat since you became the flame-bringer.”
Jessica sighed. “Yeah. My bad.”
Melissa came into view, yanking on her long black dress, the hem of which was tangled with twigs and trailing branches.
“Jeez, Rex. That was freaky,” she announced.
“You tasted it?” he asked quietly.
“It was pretty hard to miss,” Melissa said, running a finger along one of her scars. “I mean, I already knew you were having an identity crisis. But I didn’t think a darkling would agree with you!”
Jessica glanced from one of them to the other. Rex had a funny look on his face, and she noticed that his hands were still shaking, his fingers bent stiffly into claws. Melissa was staring at him like he’d grown antlers.
“Are we missing something here?” Dess asked aloud.
“Yeah, what happened?” Jessica said. “I saw a darkling running away.”
Melissa took a step closer to Rex and the girl. “The darkling was here, but it seemed to think Rex was a—”
“Don’t!” Rex interrupted.
There was a long silence, the two of them staring at each other.
“Not now,” he hissed.
“Wow,” Cassie Flinders said. “Maybe I am dreaming because you guys are really weird.”
Everyone looked at the girl. She stood there, staring defiantly back at them. Jessica decided that she had a point.