He did, lifting his head and blinking like a kid coming out of a long, difficult sleep. He stared blankly for a few seconds, then focused on my face.
“Did you get it?” he asked. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that I was stroking his hair. I didn’t stop.
“Got it,” I said. “Good job, man. Thank you.”
He ducked his head, and I saw a dull flush build in his sallow cheeks.
“Kevin,” I said. “What happened to Cherise wasn’t your fault.”
Cherise looked startled, and mouthed, Me?
She didn’t remember.
Ah, the beauty of the human mind; I wasn’t sure if that was her own doing or Lewis’s; maybe he’d taken the bad memories away. Either way, I was glad.
“You know what I remember?” I asked. “I remember you going after the first enemy you found back in the forest. I remember you risking your life to even the score when you thought Cherise was dead, and Lewis and I had killed her. I remember the look on your face when you realized she was still alive.” I looked straight at Cherise, who was a little flushed now, too. “He needs you,” I said. “And you need him, too, right?” She nodded. “Better tell him, then,” I said. “And Kevin? In case you’re wondering, that’s the reason you’re going to want to live through this.”
I pushed through the kitchen door and went through the empty library, back into the large common room where the fire blazed. My own reasons for living were gathered near the warmth. David looked up, smiling. Lewis raised the coffee cup to his lips without comment. The rest of them, including Paul, waited for me to speak.
“The Demon wants to go home, or at least reach home,” I said. “Lewis. If I were going to choose a place where the veil that separates our world from hers is the thinnest, where would I go?”
He put his coffee down, leaned forward, and thought about it for a second. He exchanged a look with David, who frowned, and together they both said, “Seacasket.”
I blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
If I’d hated the helicopter flight, I loathed the plane ride cross-country. But, given the time ticking away, not to mention the stakes, I thought I’d better suck it up, take the Dramamine, and try to avoid wincing every time the plane hit a wind shear, which was about, oh, every thirty seconds, give or take.
The Wardens had a corporate jet. Who knew? Apparently I now had the authority to commandeer it, or so Lewis told me once we were strapped in. “Shouldn’t there be, like, paperwork?” I asked, and snugged my seat belt tight. “At least a signature card for that sort of thing? For security?”
Lewis had his eyes shut even before takeoff. “Trust me. If we live through this, you’ll have enough paperwork to keep you in ink stains for the rest of your life.” He paused for a few seconds, then said, “How sure are you about this?”
“Any of it? On a scale of one to ten? About a three.” That was probably more honesty than he was looking for, I was guessing, from the pained expression that flickered over his face. “Look, when I was taking on Kevin’s memories, I took on some of hers, too. More than that, I felt her…well, I can’t really call them emotions. But there’s a sense to it I really can’t describe. I know that in the beginning her only goal was to go home-it’s almost like a spawning thing for them. Even though her motivations have gotten more complicated, she still has that instinct.”
“Then why do you think she was wasting her time with trying to take over your life?” he asked, and then looked instantly sorry he’d said that. “Not that your life isn’t important or valuable…”
“Yeah, nice save. The thing is, I don’t think becoming me was an end in itself. It was all about the Wardens. Think about it: Get enough Wardens together, set them to one common task, and you can get a massive buildup of power. Something she could use to rip a hole from this world into her own.”
He looked ill, and I didn’t think it was airsickness. “I would have helped her do it,” he said. “We were talking about ways to reorganize the Wardens, concentrate their power. Nobody would have questioned her.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Sure it is,” Lewis said, and closed his eyes. “I’m going to take a nap while I still can.”
“How can you possibly sleep while…”
He switched himself off, pretty much just like that. I stayed put through the teeth-rattling jounces, and tried to pretend that I didn’t hate flying at a cellular level. Lewis really was asleep. I hated him.
Now that we were safely in the air-if that was the right term-we were free to take our lives in our hands and move about the cabin. I unbuckled and made my way through the small, cramped area toward the back. Kevin and Cherise were sitting together, heads close, whispering; they looked up at me, and Cherise winked and offered a thumbs-up. I weakly returned it, crushing the back of Paul’s seat in a death grip as the plane dipped and dropped unexpectedly, and he broke off his conversation with Marion to ask me if I was all right. I decided it was better not to lie, so I just smiled palely and kept going.
David was sitting alone at the back of the plane. He hadn’t bothered with anything so superfluous as a seat belt, of course. He, like Lewis, seemed perfectly calm, and he was reading a paperback novel, one that looked vaguely familiar to me. Lonesome Dove. Larry McMurtry.
I dropped into the seat beside him and whimpered under my breath as our fragile flying machine sledded from one punishing draft to another. He closed his book and took my hand.
“Have we done this before?” I asked.
“Flown in a plane together? No. Mostly we drive.”
“Mostly I understand why.” I gulped and tried to relax. “So, you want to tell me about Seacasket?”
“Is that why you came back here?” He was staring at the cover of his book. He was wearing round little spectacles, and they softened the lines of his face and made him seem gentle and bookish. And hot, though the hot part was pretty much a given. “Information?”
“Thought it would be important.”
“Information won’t take up much time. It’s a long flight.”
Not a pleasant thought at all. It was already too long, as far as I was concerned. I wanted my feet on the ground-or at least, my butt in the driver’s seat of a car. Now that was transportation.
“I need to keep my mind off of this,” I said, and gestured a little wildly at the clanking, shuddering aircraft we were trapped in for the next eternity.
“Be careful,” David murmured. His voice had drifted lower in tone as well as volume, and his eyes were half-closed, still focused on the book cover. “There are all kinds of ways to take your mind off of it.”
Even in the midst of ongoing panic, that sounded…interesting. More than a little. “Mmmmm?” That was noncommittal, yet expressed…
David put the book aside, flipped up the armrest that separated us, and shifted to face me. “I want to try to give you some of my memories.”
Whoa, that was not where I’d thought we were going. I’d been in a warm, happy place for a second, and now I was falling right back into Anxiety Alley. “Um…Venna said it wasn’t possible for a Djinn to-”
“You might have noticed that we all have…specialties,” he said. “Venna’s the only Djinn I’ve ever met who can-sometimes-transport humans through the aetheric without damaging them, and she’s got other skills that the rest of us have to only a lesser degree. Doesn’t make her more powerful, necessarily, because she’s deficient in other areas. Like controlling what you’d term Earth powers.”
“Which you’re stronger in.”
He nodded slowly. Light flickered across the surface of his glasses. I wondered why the hell he was wearing them; was there such a thing as a physically imperfect Djinn? Was it just a comfort thing, like a favorite shirt or pair of shoes for a human being? Like his coat…“What’s the deal with the coat?” I asked. I knew it was a non sequitur, but it gave me a chance to consider what he was saying, and how scary it could be to let David in my head. Or me in his, as might be the case.