I BACKED TOWARD LUKE. "Holy shit," he said, his hands out ready to do something but unsure what. There was nothing holy about the scene before my eyes, but all I could do was nod.An instant later Peter made a strangled sound as the metamorphosis reversed itself. I watched with nauseating horror as his face and body reshaped into a scaly version of Peter, except for his eyes. They were the last things to return to normal after his scales had blended back into regular human skin. His torn suit hung on him in tatters as he moved his mended arm back and forth experimentally before smiling with satisfaction."What the hell was that?" choked out Zander, his face a mask of disgust. "What are you?"Peter chuckled sourly. "Sorry to spring that on you without warning." He didn't sound sorry. "Just one of the perks of the Blessing.""You call that a perk?" snapped Zander with derision. "You're some kind of demon." Peter sneered, "I'm more powerful than you'll ever be, half-breed." His bo
"THIS IS YOUR LAST chance, Tru," warned Peter. His eyes were wide as he took in the approaching wolf. Several rattlesnakes hissed and hovered over Ruthie, ready to strike. He pressed his lips together, staring at his pets as if communicating with them. Suddenly, they darted toward Isaac. He growled and snapped at them, catching one in his mouth and cutting it in half. The others retreated as he padded toward Ruthie. Peter had made a drastic miscalculation, forgetting that very little could penetrate the skin of a usemi. I saw the moment it dawned on him, and he backed away, moving into another swirl of reptiles while redirecting several more rattlesnakes Ruthie's way. Phoebe took in the crumpled form with initial confusion as lizards and snakes slithered over it almost obliterating the color of the bright orange dress. She gasped with horror when she realized who it was. "Ruthie?" Phoebe rushed toward her, trying to head off the incoming rattlesnakes. She grabbed and tossed them
I TRIED TO GRASP the notion that my best friend had some kind of super power after all. "And yeah, Ruthie is terrified of reptiles," I finally said, feeling my throat tighten.Wynona nodded as if that explained everything. "I've heard of it before, but this is the first time I've seen it. Her aura is telling me that she's scared."I bit my lip, wondering if she was all right. "That means she'd have to be idimmu, right?" I'd lived in fear of this possibility ever since I'd healed her from the shark bite. Phoebe looked at me with concern."Yeah, I guess so," said Wynona with a nod. "Um, I'm not sure how long she can stay out of her body. Whoa!" She stared at my brother, who still had his head cocked to one side looking at what Wynona said was Ruthie's spirit. "I think that guy can see her!" A dog barked and I remembered that Dad and Knox were here, my safe normal world colliding with my impossibly crazy one. I spun around to see Dad kneeling on the ground, his face ashen. He held Kn
ZANDER'S FATHER PAUSED AT the edge of the street, taking in the scene before him. He ran a hand over his wavy brown hair, taming the flyaway strands caused by the helicopter wind before clasping both of his hands in front of him. With his jeans and teal-colored V-neck sweater, he looked more like some laid-back office manager rather than the leader of the supernatural world that I knew him to be. He even had a name befitting a megalomaniac like himself. Kasadu, or something ridiculous like that. I would have expected a power suit or military uniform, not a walking Gap advertisement. A line from Macbeth flitted through my mind. "Something wicked this way comes." Every fiber of my being urged me to run, but all I could do was stare with some kind of sick fascination.I wasn't the only one gawking at him. Phoebe and Wynona looked on with varying shades of despair in their faces. That was no surprise since he represented a different nightmare for each of us. The Efotis had literally been
GERARD CROUCHED BESIDE US, peering down like a kid who'd found an ant pile. Zander quickly pulled us backward, sliding across the hard ground to put some distance between his father and us. Gerard continued to stare thoughtfully.I looked away from him to see all eyes on us. But everyone's placement had changed. A scuffle must have broken out while I was healing Zander, because blood dripped from a cut above Thaddeus' eye, and Uriel's lip was bleeding. All three sharum wore glowing collars that seemed to be holding them in place. Their faces were pinched with pain, and their hands bound behind them. The soldiers next to them also looked beat up, and they didn't seem very happy about it. Two pressed their guns against the skulls of Uriel and Thaddeus. Dr. Frankler gave me a weak smile. The side of my lip twitched to think that she was trying to comfort me, even now. When I briefly met Uriel's gaze, he appeared relieved, despite the gun at his head. I looked for my other friends and f
GERARD SIGHED, AS IF Zander's outburst hurt his feelings. But I could tell he was acting. It was obvious to me, however, Zander cringed as if regretting his words. "Let me handle this, Cynthia," Gerard said. "I'd like to talk to them privately." She shook her head with a very stubborn Zander-like expression on her face. He pressed the back of his hand along her neck, saying, "Don't you worry. He'll come around. Return to your protectors while I chat with these two youngsters." I watched as a blank look crossed her face before she sniffled and nodded, gazing up into Gerard's face almost worshipfully before walking toward the huddle of soldiers. "Did you see that?" I asked Zander, sending the question along our mental path. He must have noticed. It had to have been Gerard's mind control in action.Yes, Zander replied, and I could feel the anger in his mind.Gerard motioned for the two closest soldiers to move away, giving him more privacy. As soon as his wife stepped into her wal
GERARD LOOKED TOWARD THE loose huddle around his wife and commanded, "Tighter." The men closed in until they had formed a solid wall that prevented her from seeing outside of it ... or anyone from getting to her. I wasn't sure which was his purpose."Ken," Gerard barked. One of his soldiers hustled over and Gerard said something low enough that I couldn't hear. The man nodded impassively before jogging toward the parking lot. A minute later the Taylors walked single file along the path toward us. Mr. Taylor looked terrified, his face almost ash white against his dark suit, but Mrs. Taylor carried herself like a queen. She kept her chin up as she walked purposely toward us in her sharp business skirt and jacket, cool and confident. With a long coat thrown over her short red formal, Zena wobbled along behind her parents, her high heels making it difficult to walk along the rocky terrain. Her eyes darted about furtively, taking in the bizarre scene before her. When she saw Ruthie and
I YANKED AWAY FROM the guard holding me and ran back to Zander, who gasped, "I'll be fine, Tru. Go to him." I knew he meant my dad and that he'd realized the same thing I had. Ignoring the guns pointed at me, I rushed toward Dad and Knox. Donavitch was grinning at me, clearly enjoying my terror, and Knox was barking out a warning to Mrs. Taylor as she pointed her gun at Dad. "Look out, Dad!" He looked from me to Mrs. Taylor and flinched when he saw the gun pointing at him. "No, Eleria!" yelled Mr. Taylor.Crack!In the blink of an eye, two bodies fell to the ground. At the last second, Mr. Taylor had raced after his wife and thrown his body in front of my dad. They both went down. I fell to the ground next to Dad, frantically searching for his wound. A bright red stain in the center of his blue flannel shirt expanded to the size of my hand within seconds. Had the bullet gone through Mr. Taylor and Dad? Of course! The gun had been loaded with cutters, the Nasaru's usemi-killin