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.I still had a faint tingle.It had stopped somewhere. Itpassed beyond my radar a few minutes ago. I wasn t sure either of them believed me, but what couldthey do?Actually, it occurred to me, they both could do something really nasty to me if they felt like it: Barronscould use Voice, force me to tell him the truth, and make me hunt it, and if I understood a death-by-sexFae s thrall, V lane could amp up the sex thing and steer me around like a horny little divining rod.So, why weren t they? Because they reallywere decent guys with decent motives, albeit veryscrewed-up personalities? Or because they didn t want each other around when they used me to track it,and neither could think of a way to get rid of the other at the moment?Were we all letting it get away, to keep each other from getting it? Wow.I used to have a hard time withhigh school geometry.Life was way more complicated than math. Move, Barrons said. Get on the bike. I didn t like his tone. Where will you go, Ms.Lane, if not with me or him? Back home to Ashford? Will you strike out onyour own? Get a flat? Will your father have to come pack up after you, like you cleaned up after yoursister? I turned and began walking.He followed me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of myneck. He ll sift you, he said in a low growl, if you give him the chance. I don t think he ll risk getting within twenty feet of you, I said coolly. And you didn t have to remindme that my sister s dead.That was a cheap shot. I got on the Harley.Go with V lane and be punished for violating our bargain?I d take my chances with Barrons.For now.EIGHT Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSome of your mail missed the slot, Dani said as she pushed open the front door of Barrons Books andBaubles, and wheeled her bike inside.I glanced up from the book I was reading (Irish invasions again, some of the most boring research I dever done, except for some of the bits about the Fir Bolg and Fomorians) and, after looking behind herto make sure she was alone, smiled.Her curly auburn hair was windblown, her cheeks were flushed withcold, and she d topped her green pin-striped Post Haste, Inc.courier uniform with a jauntily perchedcompany cap, and her eternal I m-bored-and-way-too-cool-for-words expression.I like Dani.She s different from the othersidhe -seers.I ve liked her since the day I met her.There ssomething kindred in us, besides the fact that we re both on vengeance quests: her for her mother, andme for my sister. Rowena would kill you for coming here, you know. I frowned, as a suspicion occurred to me. Or didshe send you? Nah.I snuck away.I don t think anyone followed me.You re top dog on her shit list, Mac.If she dsent me, she d ve sent me with the sword. I caught my breath.I never wanted to battle Dani.Not because I was afraid I might not win althoughwith her superhuman speed, I supposed it was possible but because I never wanted to see thatexuberant, flippant spark extinguished by my hand, or any other. Really? She flashed a gamine grin. Nah.I don t think she wants you dead.She just wants you to grow the feckup and obey her every word.She s waiting for the same thing from me.She doesn t get that wearegrown the feck up.We re just not good little tin soldiers like the rest of her fluff-brained army.If youhave a mind of your own, Rowena calls you a child.If you don t have a mind of your own,I call you asheep.Baaa, she said, making a face. The abbey s so full of em it stinks of sheep shit on a summerday. I swallowed a laugh.It would only encourage her. Stop cussing, I said.Before she could get pissy, Iadded, Because pretty girls don t have ugly mouths, okay? I cuss sometimes, too.But I do it sparingly. Who cares if I m pretty? she sneered, but I saw right through her.The first time I d seen her she d hadmakeup on and been in street clothes and I d thought she was older than she was.In her uniform andwithout all that black eyeliner, I could see she was thirteen, fourteen at the most, and frozen briefly at thatawkward stage all of us suffer for a time.I d had a gangly period, too, where I d been convinced theLane genes had betrayed me, and unlike Alina, I was going to grow up ugly and have to spend the rest ofmy life eclipsed by my older sister while people said sadly, and never quite quietly enough, PoorMacKayla, Alina got the brainsand the beauty. Dani was trapped in adolescent limbo.Her torso hadn t yet caught up with her legs and arms, and Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlalthough her hormones were wreaking havoc on her skin they had yet to shape her hips and bust.Caughtbetween child and woman was a rough place to be, and she had to fight monsters on top of it. You regoing to be gorgeous one day, Dani, I told her, so clean up your language, if you want to hang out withme. She rolled her eyes, leaned her bike against the counter, tossed a rolled-up wad of mail on the counter,and sauntered cockily off toward the magazine rack, but not before I caught the startled, thoughtful lookin her eyes.She would remember what I d said.She would cling to it during her worst moments and itwould get her through, the same way my Aunt Eileen s promise that I would one day be pretty hadgotten me through. Found it on the sidewalk, she tossed over her shoulder. Fecking postmen can t even hit the slot. Shepunctuated it with a glance that was a dare to correct her, and I might have, but she plucked aHot Rodmagazine from the stand.Nice choice.I d gone for the same thing at her age. Do you know you re sitting on the edge of a whole neighborhood of nasty Unseelie? You mean the Shades? I said, absently flipping through the mail. Yeah.I call it a Dark Zone.I vefound three of them in the city. You come up with the coolest names.Doesn t it creep you out that they re so close? Creeps me out that they exist at all.Have you seen what they leave behind? She shuddered. Yeah.Rowena sent me out with a team looking for some of us who didn t make ithome one night. I shook my head.She was too young to be seeing so much death.She should be reading magazines andthinking about cute guys.As I thumbed through the fliers and coupons, I spotted an envelope stuck in themiddle.I d seen that kind of envelope before: thick, plain, off-white vellum.No return address.It had a Dublin postmark, stamped two days ago.MacKayla Lane c/o Barrons Books and Baubles,it said.I ripped it open with trembling hands.I talked to Mac tonight.I closed my eyes, mentally braced myself, then opened them again.It was soooo good to hear her voice! I could picture her lying on her bed, sprawled across the rainbowquilt Mom made for her years ago that s frayed at the edges from a hundred washings, but she refuses togive it up.I could close my eyes and smell the caramel-apple pie with pecan crumb crust Mom was Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbaking.I could hear Daddy in the background, watching baseball with old man Marley from next door,yelling at the Braves as if the batter s ability to hit the ball depended on how loud they could shout.Homefeels like it s a million miles away, not four thousand a mere plane ride, eight hours and I could see her.Who am I kidding? Home s a millionlifetimes away.I want to tell her so badly.I want to say, Mac,come over here.You re asidhe -seer.We re adopted.There s a war coming and I m trying to stop it,but if I can t I m going to have to bring you over here anyway, to help us fight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I still had a faint tingle.It had stopped somewhere. Itpassed beyond my radar a few minutes ago. I wasn t sure either of them believed me, but what couldthey do?Actually, it occurred to me, they both could do something really nasty to me if they felt like it: Barronscould use Voice, force me to tell him the truth, and make me hunt it, and if I understood a death-by-sexFae s thrall, V lane could amp up the sex thing and steer me around like a horny little divining rod.So, why weren t they? Because they reallywere decent guys with decent motives, albeit veryscrewed-up personalities? Or because they didn t want each other around when they used me to track it,and neither could think of a way to get rid of the other at the moment?Were we all letting it get away, to keep each other from getting it? Wow.I used to have a hard time withhigh school geometry.Life was way more complicated than math. Move, Barrons said. Get on the bike. I didn t like his tone. Where will you go, Ms.Lane, if not with me or him? Back home to Ashford? Will you strike out onyour own? Get a flat? Will your father have to come pack up after you, like you cleaned up after yoursister? I turned and began walking.He followed me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of myneck. He ll sift you, he said in a low growl, if you give him the chance. I don t think he ll risk getting within twenty feet of you, I said coolly. And you didn t have to remindme that my sister s dead.That was a cheap shot. I got on the Harley.Go with V lane and be punished for violating our bargain?I d take my chances with Barrons.For now.EIGHT Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSome of your mail missed the slot, Dani said as she pushed open the front door of Barrons Books andBaubles, and wheeled her bike inside.I glanced up from the book I was reading (Irish invasions again, some of the most boring research I dever done, except for some of the bits about the Fir Bolg and Fomorians) and, after looking behind herto make sure she was alone, smiled.Her curly auburn hair was windblown, her cheeks were flushed withcold, and she d topped her green pin-striped Post Haste, Inc.courier uniform with a jauntily perchedcompany cap, and her eternal I m-bored-and-way-too-cool-for-words expression.I like Dani.She s different from the othersidhe -seers.I ve liked her since the day I met her.There ssomething kindred in us, besides the fact that we re both on vengeance quests: her for her mother, andme for my sister. Rowena would kill you for coming here, you know. I frowned, as a suspicion occurred to me. Or didshe send you? Nah.I snuck away.I don t think anyone followed me.You re top dog on her shit list, Mac.If she dsent me, she d ve sent me with the sword. I caught my breath.I never wanted to battle Dani.Not because I was afraid I might not win althoughwith her superhuman speed, I supposed it was possible but because I never wanted to see thatexuberant, flippant spark extinguished by my hand, or any other. Really? She flashed a gamine grin. Nah.I don t think she wants you dead.She just wants you to grow the feckup and obey her every word.She s waiting for the same thing from me.She doesn t get that wearegrown the feck up.We re just not good little tin soldiers like the rest of her fluff-brained army.If youhave a mind of your own, Rowena calls you a child.If you don t have a mind of your own,I call you asheep.Baaa, she said, making a face. The abbey s so full of em it stinks of sheep shit on a summerday. I swallowed a laugh.It would only encourage her. Stop cussing, I said.Before she could get pissy, Iadded, Because pretty girls don t have ugly mouths, okay? I cuss sometimes, too.But I do it sparingly. Who cares if I m pretty? she sneered, but I saw right through her.The first time I d seen her she d hadmakeup on and been in street clothes and I d thought she was older than she was.In her uniform andwithout all that black eyeliner, I could see she was thirteen, fourteen at the most, and frozen briefly at thatawkward stage all of us suffer for a time.I d had a gangly period, too, where I d been convinced theLane genes had betrayed me, and unlike Alina, I was going to grow up ugly and have to spend the rest ofmy life eclipsed by my older sister while people said sadly, and never quite quietly enough, PoorMacKayla, Alina got the brainsand the beauty. Dani was trapped in adolescent limbo.Her torso hadn t yet caught up with her legs and arms, and Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlalthough her hormones were wreaking havoc on her skin they had yet to shape her hips and bust.Caughtbetween child and woman was a rough place to be, and she had to fight monsters on top of it. You regoing to be gorgeous one day, Dani, I told her, so clean up your language, if you want to hang out withme. She rolled her eyes, leaned her bike against the counter, tossed a rolled-up wad of mail on the counter,and sauntered cockily off toward the magazine rack, but not before I caught the startled, thoughtful lookin her eyes.She would remember what I d said.She would cling to it during her worst moments and itwould get her through, the same way my Aunt Eileen s promise that I would one day be pretty hadgotten me through. Found it on the sidewalk, she tossed over her shoulder. Fecking postmen can t even hit the slot. Shepunctuated it with a glance that was a dare to correct her, and I might have, but she plucked aHot Rodmagazine from the stand.Nice choice.I d gone for the same thing at her age. Do you know you re sitting on the edge of a whole neighborhood of nasty Unseelie? You mean the Shades? I said, absently flipping through the mail. Yeah.I call it a Dark Zone.I vefound three of them in the city. You come up with the coolest names.Doesn t it creep you out that they re so close? Creeps me out that they exist at all.Have you seen what they leave behind? She shuddered. Yeah.Rowena sent me out with a team looking for some of us who didn t make ithome one night. I shook my head.She was too young to be seeing so much death.She should be reading magazines andthinking about cute guys.As I thumbed through the fliers and coupons, I spotted an envelope stuck in themiddle.I d seen that kind of envelope before: thick, plain, off-white vellum.No return address.It had a Dublin postmark, stamped two days ago.MacKayla Lane c/o Barrons Books and Baubles,it said.I ripped it open with trembling hands.I talked to Mac tonight.I closed my eyes, mentally braced myself, then opened them again.It was soooo good to hear her voice! I could picture her lying on her bed, sprawled across the rainbowquilt Mom made for her years ago that s frayed at the edges from a hundred washings, but she refuses togive it up.I could close my eyes and smell the caramel-apple pie with pecan crumb crust Mom was Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbaking.I could hear Daddy in the background, watching baseball with old man Marley from next door,yelling at the Braves as if the batter s ability to hit the ball depended on how loud they could shout.Homefeels like it s a million miles away, not four thousand a mere plane ride, eight hours and I could see her.Who am I kidding? Home s a millionlifetimes away.I want to tell her so badly.I want to say, Mac,come over here.You re asidhe -seer.We re adopted.There s a war coming and I m trying to stop it,but if I can t I m going to have to bring you over here anyway, to help us fight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]