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wean himself from seeing visions of the future? Once things calmed down, I would ask him to try.
    Conserving our powers seemed wise anyway. Our abilities weren’t infinite. Both Finn and I had tapped ourselves out, and needed to recharge. I gazed up at Selena, vaulting a gully with ease. So what happened to her if she used hers too much, other than running out of arrows? What were her weaknesses?
    Changing the subject, I told Finn, “It seems like having problems with parents is an Arcana trait. Like, more than just a few spats over curfew.”
    Was it our curse to be misunderstood by them? My beloved mom, rest her soul, had sent me to a nuthouse. Matthew’s mom had tried to drown him. Even Arthur had hinted that he’d melted his father in acid—
    I heard another snapping branch, this time to my left. When I jerked my head around, I tripped but bounced upright. Ahead, Selena paused, canting her head. Sensing something too? She petted the flights of her last arrow, retrieved before we’d left Requiem. But after a moment, she continued walking.
    Finn’s eyes were on her as well.
    “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about how it worked out with Selena,” I said. “I know how much you like her.”
    “Past tense. It’s one thing to like a girl who wants another guy. It’s another to like a girl who plans to murder you at a time of her convenience.”
    “She said she was raised for this. I guess she can’t help it.” I couldn’t believe I was taking up for Selena. I turned to Matthew. “What’d you tell her to get her on my side?”
    “The future. If she kills you, Death stabs her in the eye with her own arrow.”
    “Such a lovely guy.”
    A raindrop pelted me in the face then. Drops began to fall more steadily, as did the temperature, our breaths smoking. “Matthew, you told me that we’d grow weaker when the rain came. You said, ‘You’ve never known terror, not like you will when the rains come.’ How? Why?”
    “Sunny and green? You annihilate. Now?” He shook his head. “Powers. Stop. Start. Fits. A plant with no sun is weak. Already you feel it. Plus, obstacles get faster, stronger. Foes laugh at us.”
    Matthew’s lessons had fallen into four categories: arsenal, foes, field of battle, and obstacles. “Which obstacles?” No answer. “At least tell me how long the rain will last.”
    With a decisive nod, he said, “Until the snow comes.” As if that answered everything.
    “When will that be?”
    “The Army grinds on, a windmill spins. The one who learns most wins last.”
    Whatever that meant. Matthew couldn’t be pumped for information and he couldn’t be rushed to predict things.
    When I saw that Jackson and Selena had stopped atop another rise ahead, I almost moaned with relief. The sun would set soon. Maybe there was a shelter nearby?
    Once we reached them, I struggled to disguise how exhausted I was. Judging by Jackson’s rolled eyes, I fooled no one.
    “I didn’t . . . say a word,” I gasped. “Not . . . complaining.”
    After a hesitation, he muttered, “No, you never do.”
    That had sounded almost not cruel.
    From this vantage, we could see down into Requiem, all the way along the road to that warehouse. Just as Jackson had said, it was overflowing with Baggers. They were spilling out of doorways, huddled in alcoves. Some briefly braved the day, scurrying back to shelter. Like they were testing the sunlight.
    “Is it just me, or do they look faster?” Selena asked.
    I nodded. “What’s driving them out? What’s got them in such a frenzy?”
    Matthew said, “Bloodlust.”
    Finn shook his head. “I thought they turned to blood because there was no water around.”
    “Rain means they’re always strong enough to track blood. New battery.”
    “You’re joking.” I pinched my forehead. “They prefer blood?” The rain would just energize them. Sure enough, the obstacles would get faster, stronger. No longer would we see their crumbly bodies on the sides of the