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I swallowed hard and suppressed the Shane-like impulse to shake her. She was making as much sense as she could, I knew that. The kid was half-autistic, half-psychic; it was a miracle she got out as much as she did. And it always made sense, later. "Who won't make it?"
"Unclear," she said, as if she was one of those Magic 8 Balls I liked so much.
"Screw this," Shane said. "I'm going to get Claire."
"We," Michael said. "We're going to get her."
Miranda nodded. "But there's someone else we need." She pulled free of my grip and darted away, running surprisingly fast; I ran after her, and heard the boys pounding in my wake. The girl ran like she had an absolutely accurate map of where she wanted to go, and I quickly lost count of the turns and blurred doorways until she skidded to a stop in front of one that looked identical to all the others. "It's locked," she said, and looked at Michael. "Break it."
He shrugged and took hold of the knob. It was vampire-reinforced, but he was determined, and a few sharp sideways tugs snapped it off in his hand. He reached into the hole and pulled the metal tongue back, then swung the door open.
Inside, my brother, Jason, was sitting cross-legged on a rumpled bunk in a bright orange prison-style jumpsuit with numbers over where a breast pocket would have been. He looked up, tossed lank hair back from his face, and stared at Michael, then past him at me. "Family reunion," he said. "Cool." He raised one hand, and I saw he was handcuffed to a length of chain that was fastened to the wall-enough slack for him to get to the bathroom, but not much more. "No need to be afraid. I'm safe."
Shane cast a sidelong look at Miranda, and said, "Seriously?"
She nodded. "We need him."
"Okay, then," Michael said. "Just so we're clear, Jason: I love your sister, but that doesn't extend to you. You step out of line, you do anything that isn't in your sister's best interests, and I'll carry out your sentence. We clear?"
"Michael!" I blurted. I wasn't sure what appalled me more-that he was thinking about letting Jason go, or that he was thinking of killing him. Maybe both.
"Clear," Jason said. "Look, man, you let me go and I promise you, I'll do whatever you want. Once that's done, I'm out of Morganville and out of your lives. All right?"
"Deal," Michael said. "I'll be watching you."
For an answer, Jason held up his pinned wrist. Michael took hold of the chain and bent one of the links, and just like that, my brother was ... free.
"Are you totally sure about this?" I asked Miranda under my breath. She nodded placidly. "Because I know him. And he's not-"
"I know," she said. "He's not trustworthy. But that's okay. This time he's what we need."
Jason stood up, moved his arm as if reveling in the freedom, and said, "So, what are we doing?"
"Getting guns," Miranda said. "Lots of guns."
That drew a scary smile from my brother. "I like this plan," he said, and followed Miranda out. Michael went after, dogging him with a worried frown.
I exchanged a look with Shane.
"I know," he said. "We are into the This Is a Bad Idea neighborhood, and heading down I Have a Bad Feeling Street. But either we believe her or we don't. Maybe she's gone completely over the edge. You considered that?"
"I consider it every time I talk to her," I said, "but do you want to risk it? With Claire's life on the line?"
He shook his head. "Let's go," he said. "But keep an eye on your brother."
Both eyes. Absolutely.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CLAIRE
She had never seen it coming.
The first moments of waking up were spent wondering what the hell had happened. She remembered getting the call. Dressing. Going down in the elevator. Meeting Myrnin and Hannah in the garage.
And then ... and then he'd turned on her. Grabbed her. Abducted her. She'd fought, too. Fought until he'd put her out.
And now she was here, and her head ached miserably. But where was here? And what the hell had happened? Why?
The next thing that came to her, after the panic, was the realization that she wasn't submerged in water. It wasn't the draug, at least. The relief of that was intense, until she tried to move, and discovered that she was tied to a chair. A heavy one, thick wood, plush fabric. A smell of old dust.
The room was dim, but after a few blinking seconds of confusion she realized that she knew it.
She was home. In the Glass House.
Don't go home, Miranda had said. Oh God.
This was the parlor room, the one they rarely used; it was mostly a place to dump backpacks, coats, purses, stuff on the way into the living room, where they actually gathered. She tried to remember when she'd been home last. Days blurred together-God, had it only been yesterday? No, that had to be wrong. It felt like at least a week. Maybe it was somewhere in the middle.
Her head hurt in pounding waves, but she couldn't feel any bruises. When she tugged at the ropes holding her in the chair, they were firm. Whoever had tied her up had been nice about it; there was soft padding between the ropes and her wrists and ankles.
That consideration didn't make her feel any better about being restrained.
"Easy," said a voice from behind her, and she felt someone tug on the ropes, probably checking the knots. Hannah Moses. She immediately knew it even before Hannah came around to look at her. The police chief looked eerily the same as she always had-competent, calm, a little hard around the edges. But still, always, honest and fair. That was creepy, considering their relative situations. "Easy. I don't want you to hurt yourself. You're fine, Claire. You're perfectly safe."
"Safe?" Claire echoed. "What are you talking about? I'm tied up!"
"For your protection," Myrnin said. She hadn't spotted him, but he was standing stock-still next to the front window, looking out through a crack in the blinds. "To keep you out of the way."
"The way of what?" she demanded. Myrnin turned and exchanged a look with Hannah, and Claire didn't like that, didn't like it at all. "Where's Shane?"
"Hopefully he is with the others," Myrnin said. "Safety in numbers and all that."
"The others-I have no idea what you are talking about!" She yanked at the ropes, unsuccessfully. "Let me go!"
"Where do you think you would go? The vampires' ragtag army is, even now, taking your chemicals to the water treatment plant and the other targets I marked out for Oliver on my map," Myrnin said. "They will almost certainly succeed in their attempts. You and Shane have given us an advantage the draug could not have planned for, and the draug will die, trapped where they are. Those in the clouds cannot stay; their safety there is shrinking and will soon be gone. They will have to fall to earth. The desert will consume what's left."
"Excuse me, but then why am I tied up?"
"Because those are the spawn," he said. He still sounded like the old Myrnin, the one she mostly trusted, the one who always seemed to have a point, however weird and twisty it might be. "The spawn are nothing, they are the bees industriously gathering pollen for the hive. The queen-king, in this case-is vital to the survival of all. Magnus thought he could hide himself among his spawn, but he cannot. You can see him, whether he chooses it or no. He cannot afford that. Once his spawn are dead, there is nothing left to hide him. So he must count them lost, and find you. Kill you."
He seemed to think that explained everything. Claire gritted her teeth and forced herself not to scream at him; it wouldn't do any good. Neither Hannah nor Myrnin was looking like they had any doubts about what they were doing. "I don't even know how I do it!"
"Myrnin explained that," Hannah said. "The bracelet Amelie gave you to wear. It's a kind of draug early warning system. It inoculates the wearer to be able to see them clearly. You wore it long enough for the effects to still be in your system. Myrnin's right, Claire. Wherever you've gone since Magnus realized you could see him, he's sent his creepers after you. Or even come himself."
"He must come himself. With his spawn dead, he cannot hide in numbers," Myrnin said. He was speaking to her directly now, and earnestly, as if he really wanted Claire to understand why he was doing all this. "You can see him, and he cannot hide. Nor, in Morganville, can he easily flee. This is the first time that we have ever had this advantage over him. We've never been able to destroy his thralls without damage to ourselves; we've never been able to hunt him. It equals the contest, you see. He won't have it."
