He was so worried, Trevor could feel it coming off Michael in waves.
"It's normal," Trevor assured him.
Michael stopped pacing and sat down on the other side of Isabel. He took her hand gently.
"Hey, my Izzy lizard," he said quietly. "Hang in there. It's almost over."
It was clear that seeing Isabel in pain was torture for Michael. Trevor would bet anything that Michael would rather be the one going through the akino if he could spare Isabel.
Michael had been willing to give him that same loyalty. He'd stood by Trevor one hundred percent. When his friends accused Trevor of coming to Earth to steal the Stone, Michael had backed him without hesitation, even though he'd known Trevor for only a few days. The fact that Trevor was Michael's brother was enough. Or it had been enough until Trevor had completely betrayed his trust. Trevor didn't know if he'd ever be able to make it up to his brother.
A low groan from Isabel pulled him away from his thoughts. "The amount of pain-that is unusual," Trevor admitted.
"What?" Michael demanded. "Why?" He tightened his grip on Isabel's hand.
Trevor reached over and loosened his fingers a little.
"Oh, very nice," Michael muttered. "She's in agony, and I decide to break a few bones in her hand."
"You didn't break them," Trevor corrected him. He took Isabel's other hand and held it gently, stroking her feverish skin with his thumb.
"So how she's feeling-it's not normal," Michael said. He swallowed hard, as if his throat was too dry to produce saliva. "What does that mean?"
Trevor moved his thumb to Isabel's wrist, checking her pulse. It was weak and erratic. She was very close now. "I think it's just that the human body responds in a different way to-"
"A different way?" Michael interrupted. "So are you telling me she could die? Why didn't you say that? I trusted you. I didn't even bring the communication crystals."
"You can trust me," Trevor insisted. "She's not going to die." But a tiny seed of doubt had sprouted inside him. Why the hell had he been so completely sure her akino would operate the same way his had? The human body was so different. Maybe it wouldn't be able to stand the strain.
Isabel twisted her head from side to side, making horrible mewling sounds. Trevor sprang to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Michael cried.
"I'm going to get one of the Stones from DuPris," he answered. "If she holds one, its power will ease the pain." He turned and sprinted to the center of the hangar. When he touched the solid wall of the ship, a doorway appeared, and Trevor rushed inside.
"Leader!" he called as he ran down the narrow corridor, feet crunching the metal mesh of the floor. "I need you."
DuPris didn't answer, but Trevor could hear him singing to himself. It sounded like he was in the control room.
Trevor took a right and pounded down the corridor, keeping his head down. The ship wasn't designed for beings his size, and he had to constantly remind himself to stay low. One more turn and the corridor widened into the control room. DuPris didn't turn around or even flinch as Trevor ran up behind him.
"Leader, I need to borrow one of the Stones," Trevor blurted out. "Isabel and Michael have arrived, and her human body is not responding well to the akino. She's going through all the usual stages, but there's so much pain."
DuPris continued fiddling with the switches in front of him as if Trevor had never spoken. "I told you you could have your little friends over, but they aren't allowed to play with my things," he answered.
"What?" Trevor cried. He grabbed DuPris by the shoulder and spun the leader toward him. "You don't understand-"
Trevor stopped abruptly, realizing what he had just done. He quickly removed his hand from the leader's arm. "Forgive me. I had no right," he said. "I request that I be given permission to use one of the Stones."
DuPris reached into the pocket of his pleated pants and pulled out the fully charged Stone. He turned it back and forth in his fingers.
What is he waiting for? Trevor thought. Why isn't he giving it to me? He knew better than to ask the questions aloud. He'd overstepped once. He would not do it again.
"You request," DuPris repeated. "You request. Haven't you realized yet that you are not in the position to request? I am the leader. I command. You obey."
"Of course," Trevor answered desperately. "But-"
And suddenly he was hurtling through the air. He slammed into the wall of the control room, cutting the back of his head on the corner. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, and when he did, his heart started pounding with fear and fury. "You used the Stone on me," he whispered, staring at DuPris.
"At very low power," DuPris agreed cheerfully, leering at Trevor. "I thought you needed a little reminder of exactly how the chain of command works."
Max urged his molecules together faster. Faster, faster, faster. The instant his body had re-formed, he scanned the room, searching for DuPris. Max didn't see him, but he spotted Michael and Trevor in one corner, crouched on either side of Isabel. He sprinted toward them, hearing the others running behind him.
Trevor looked up as the small crowd approached. His eyes went wide with fear or wonder-Max couldn't tell.
"You shouldn't have come here," Trevor said.
"Now, Trevor. Mind your manners," a voice called. Max turned and saw DuPris step into the entryway of the ship. "You should make all your little friends feel welcome."
The beings of the consciousness exploded with fury and fear at the sight of DuPris. Max used all his will to keep the connection low. He needed to stay sharp, stay in control. If he let the consciousness start running the show, it could be deadly for everyone.
"Thank you for letting Michael bring my sister here," Max said, trying to keep his voice even.
He figured if DuPris was going to pretend that everything was fine, he would, too. Not that he believed DuPris's act for a second. Max knew that DuPris was like a cat-he liked to play with his victims a little while before he killed them. Which was more than fine with Max. It would give him some time, hopefully enough time to get Isabel safely through her akino and get them all out of there.
Max strode over to Trevor and roughly pushed him aside, then took his place kneeling next to Isabel.
"What the hell were you thinking, Michael?" he said, eyeing his friend. "Can't you see she's almost dead?"
He pulled the communication crystals out of his pocket and placed them in Isabel's fingers.
"Make the connection, Izzy," he urged.
"You've got to do it, Isabel," he heard Maria call from behind him. "We love you. It's the only way you can stay with us."
Michael grabbed for the crystals, but Max was too quick. He locked his hand around Michael's wrist, stopping him.
"You're wrong, Max." Trevor circled around Isabel and crouched next to Michael. "She's almost reached her crisis. In just a few moments she'll make the turn. She's going to be fine."
"You don't know that," Alex said, joining the little circle.
"You've given us no reason to trust you," Max said, daring Trevor to contradict him. He shot a glance at the ship. DuPris was still in the doorway, an amused smile on his lips.
Liz knelt next to Isabel and touched her forehead gently. "Isabel, please, make the connection," she urged.