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getting out of the hotel. Even if he wasn’t totally fond of heights.
He threw one leg out the window, and then the other. The rusted steel of the fire escape groaned under his weight. Modem was already halfway down the ladder leading to a narrow street. He grabbed hold of the railing and peered over the edge. “Is this really necessary?”
Modem stopped and looked up. You want Brisa to follow us? Because she will if she knows we went out the main entrance.
Jayden’s lips parted. Hot shit. She did it too—the whole mind-talking thing.
Who was this girl?
“Okay, then,” he mumbled before following her down. The sounds of the city filled his ears—honking horns, the rush of cars zooming by, and the low, steady murmur of people talking on their cellphones as they walked down the sidewalks.
“Where are we going?” He strode beside Modem, and she kicked a pebble along the way, watching it bounce until it came to a stop. “Hey. Why didn’t you tell me you were like us?”
Modem shrugged. “’Cause.” She stole a glance at him, and then rolled her eyes. “Brisa would have freaked out if she found out, okay?”
“She doesn’t know?”
“Nope. And I’m not going to tell her, either. Not yet, anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s overprotective and crazy.”
Jayden grinned. The girl was growing on him. “What were you doing in my dream last night?”
“In your dreams?” She kicked the pebble again. This time it flew into the bushes. “You some kinda perv or something?”
His eyes widened. “What? No, I didn’t—”
She laughed. “I’m just messing with you.” She turned a corner, leading him down a thin walkway to what looked like a park set in the center of the city. Towering trees gave shade to kids on swings and a few women sitting at a picnic table.
Modem twirled a few strands of hair around her finger. “What are you doing here, really?”
Jayden shrugged. “I don’t know. Hawa brought us here. What are you doing here? You’re not like the other kids.”
“Clearly. And I knew you were like Brisa the second I saw you. That you guys were the same—had some kind of ability, like me.” She slowed beside a low rock wall and hopped onto the edge, dangling her feet off the side.
Jayden plopped beside her. “So…you’re Riyata, too?”
Modem blinked at him. “Is that what you call it?” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I always felt like a total freak until Hawa came along. When I found out what she could do, I didn’t feel so weird.”
“Why didn’t you say anything when we got here?”
“I guess ’cause I don’t trust you. Maybe I wasn’t sure.” She fidgeted with one of her necklaces.
“Fair enough.” Neither of them spoke while they watched the people in the park. They were all so carefree, laughing and playing in the late-afternoon heat.
“Why do you keep looking for that woman?”
Jayden shook his head. “I’m a seeker, it’s kind of what I do. But I don’t seek her. Not on purpose, anyway. My ability has been kind of schizo lately.” He tapped his temple with his finger. “It’s all messed up. I can’t control it.”
“Oh. Well, that makes sense. I wondered if you had some kind of death wish or something.” Modem shook her head, her tiny features carrying more concern than most kids would understand. “That lady is bad news. I can feel it.”
“Yeah. I know.” He plucked a yellow weed out of the grass and spun it between his fingers. “So, what do you do, anyway? Read minds?”
“I’m a hacker. The best hacker—”
“Between here and Fifty-Fourth Street. Yeah, I remember.”
“Right. I hack into dreams, thoughts, and memories.”
“Reminds me of this creepy girl from back where I stayed before this.” Freaking Children-of-the-Corn Marzena and her mind powers. Could Modem be a dreamwalker? It explained why Modem liked computers so much. Dreamwalkers preferred to be alone. Hacking computer systems was a one-person job, and she
He threw one leg out the window, and then the other. The rusted steel of the fire escape groaned under his weight. Modem was already halfway down the ladder leading to a narrow street. He grabbed hold of the railing and peered over the edge. “Is this really necessary?”
Modem stopped and looked up. You want Brisa to follow us? Because she will if she knows we went out the main entrance.
Jayden’s lips parted. Hot shit. She did it too—the whole mind-talking thing.
Who was this girl?
“Okay, then,” he mumbled before following her down. The sounds of the city filled his ears—honking horns, the rush of cars zooming by, and the low, steady murmur of people talking on their cellphones as they walked down the sidewalks.
“Where are we going?” He strode beside Modem, and she kicked a pebble along the way, watching it bounce until it came to a stop. “Hey. Why didn’t you tell me you were like us?”
Modem shrugged. “’Cause.” She stole a glance at him, and then rolled her eyes. “Brisa would have freaked out if she found out, okay?”
“She doesn’t know?”
“Nope. And I’m not going to tell her, either. Not yet, anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s overprotective and crazy.”
Jayden grinned. The girl was growing on him. “What were you doing in my dream last night?”
“In your dreams?” She kicked the pebble again. This time it flew into the bushes. “You some kinda perv or something?”
His eyes widened. “What? No, I didn’t—”
She laughed. “I’m just messing with you.” She turned a corner, leading him down a thin walkway to what looked like a park set in the center of the city. Towering trees gave shade to kids on swings and a few women sitting at a picnic table.
Modem twirled a few strands of hair around her finger. “What are you doing here, really?”
Jayden shrugged. “I don’t know. Hawa brought us here. What are you doing here? You’re not like the other kids.”
“Clearly. And I knew you were like Brisa the second I saw you. That you guys were the same—had some kind of ability, like me.” She slowed beside a low rock wall and hopped onto the edge, dangling her feet off the side.
Jayden plopped beside her. “So…you’re Riyata, too?”
Modem blinked at him. “Is that what you call it?” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I always felt like a total freak until Hawa came along. When I found out what she could do, I didn’t feel so weird.”
“Why didn’t you say anything when we got here?”
“I guess ’cause I don’t trust you. Maybe I wasn’t sure.” She fidgeted with one of her necklaces.
“Fair enough.” Neither of them spoke while they watched the people in the park. They were all so carefree, laughing and playing in the late-afternoon heat.
“Why do you keep looking for that woman?”
Jayden shook his head. “I’m a seeker, it’s kind of what I do. But I don’t seek her. Not on purpose, anyway. My ability has been kind of schizo lately.” He tapped his temple with his finger. “It’s all messed up. I can’t control it.”
“Oh. Well, that makes sense. I wondered if you had some kind of death wish or something.” Modem shook her head, her tiny features carrying more concern than most kids would understand. “That lady is bad news. I can feel it.”
“Yeah. I know.” He plucked a yellow weed out of the grass and spun it between his fingers. “So, what do you do, anyway? Read minds?”
“I’m a hacker. The best hacker—”
“Between here and Fifty-Fourth Street. Yeah, I remember.”
“Right. I hack into dreams, thoughts, and memories.”
“Reminds me of this creepy girl from back where I stayed before this.” Freaking Children-of-the-Corn Marzena and her mind powers. Could Modem be a dreamwalker? It explained why Modem liked computers so much. Dreamwalkers preferred to be alone. Hacking computer systems was a one-person job, and she
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