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But something . . . she felt something. Something registered, some power.
A freak.
Bug was close by, still invisible, but not touching her, not making physical contact. Nor was Caine touching her. The power to read freaks only worked on direct touch.
Was she sensing her own power? No. No, this was something different. It was faint but persistent.
She turned away and placed her hand on her stomach.
“So, Quinn, tell me: what’s the big crisis?” Caine asked.
Diana nearly fainted. There it was, clearer than before. A reading. Two bars. Definitely. Clear, unmistakable.
“There’s a sickness,” Quinn was saying. “Like a flu or something, but kids are coughing their lungs out, dying.”
No, Diana thought. Please, no.
“And there are these creatures, like, well, people are calling them roaches . . . And Drake . . .”
“Old Drake’s alive?” Caine stood suddenly.
“In a way,” Quinn said darkly.
“I have to . . . ,” Diana said faintly. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
She fled the room and held it together until she reached her room. There she threw herself on the bed and lay both hands on her belly. She read her own power—as always, two bars. But there it was still, definitely there. A second power.
Not possible. It didn’t happen this quickly. She tried to recall half-remembered lectures from sex ed a million years ago. Words like “blastocyst” and “embryo” swam in her brain.
It had been just twenty-four hours since the first opportunity for fertilization. She knew from past experience that a home pregnancy test wouldn’t even work until ten days after.
Absurd. She was panicking. She was misreading. There was no way, none. Impossible, not this quickly.
Impossible, some cruel voice inside her said, as impossible as an impenetrable dome. As impossible as everyone over the age of fourteen disappearing. As impossible as coyotes who could speak.
As impossible as a boyfriend who could mock the laws of physics by raising a boat from the sea with nothing but a thought.
• • •
Little Pete’s fever was spiking again. Astrid had found a thermometer in the former nurse’s office at Coates.
Nurse Temple—Sam’s mother—she realized with a pang. Nurse Temple. This had been her workplace. Of course like everything at Coates it had been trashed—medicine cabinet emptied, glass doors smashed, sheets on the cot soiled, reference books tossed around for no apparent reason.
Someone had made a little fire of medical records. The ashes were scattered near the window.
A bird had built a nest on a high shelf and then abandoned the nest. There were pinfeathers wafting around on the floor, mixing with the ashes.
That’s how she’d found the thermometer, by noticing the feathers. There was no way it would be sterile, of course, but nothing had been clean in the FAYZ for a long time.
Little Pete registered 103.1. And his cough was worsening.
“What are you going to do, Petey? Are you going to let yourself die?”
Did he even know he might be dying? Little Pete knew nothing about viruses. How would he cope with an enemy he didn’t even know existed? He didn’t understand germs, but he knew he was hot. A breeze had started blowing. How long until he blew this roof off?
Astrid heard Orc bellowing out a song downstairs. She couldn’t watch him anymore. If he wanted to drink himself to death, why stop him? For the sake of his immortal soul?
