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the air too.
    What have I done?
    “I’m sorry, I—” I start, but I’m cut off by Emma’s glare, one of pure hatred.
    “You monster,” she says. “You fucking freak. Are you possessed? How did you do this?”
    I take a step forward but she’s on her feet, a pipe from one of the shelves I knocked down in her hands.
    “Emma . . .”
    “Don’t you take another step closer.”
    “It’s okay,” I say. “It’s me. Cody.”
    She shakes her head. Or maybe it’s just trembling—it’s hard to say. At her feet, her brother gurgles something unintelligible.
    I take another step forward.
    “Let me help you—”
    And then she swings. The pipe connects with the side of my head and everything goes black.
    When I wake up I’m in a car. A really nice car, all gray leather and touch screens. A man in a suit drives. I sit in the back passenger seat. Ethan sits beside me.
    “Welcome back to the world of the living,” he says.
    My head pounds. I raise my fingers to find a throbbing knot on the side of my skull.
    “Emma . . .” I murmur.
    “It was quite the swing. You’ve probably got a concussion. I can have one of my doctors look at you if you feel dizzy or off.”
    “Where is she?”
    “She stayed behind. Apparently one of the men was her brother. She called for help. I came in as soon as I heard there was trouble and took you. Didn’t want you getting hurt more or arrested or anything like that.”
    I nod my head a little, but that just makes it hurt more. The pain makes it difficult to piece together everything that’s just happened. A hundred different places on my body hurt. My white T-shirt is stained with drops of blood. My Loric Chest . . . there’s a thump in my heart when I think of it. I look around the car. My dirty duffel bag sits at my feet on the floorboard. I reach for it, frantically ripping back the cover. The Chest is still there. I exhale.
    Ethan continues. “So, you have a few tricks up your sleeve you hadn’t bothered to tell me about. No wonder the two of you were so good at the jobs I gave you.”
    “She didn’t know,” I say.
    I regret the words immediately. They’re an accidental admission of truth—that I do have powers. That I’m different.
    But he knows that already. He saw what I did just as clearly as Emma did.
    “Ah, that explains her reaction.”
    A monster, she called me. I thought she was my friend.
    I stare out the window, unsure of where we’re going. Maybe I should just roll down the window and fly out into the night. Find some other place to go. Start over again.
    Maybe it’s time I finally do go back to Canada.
    A question forms in my sore head: Is this what my life is going to be like now? Moving from place to place, with no idea of what I’m supposed to be doing? No way to find the other Garde. No way the Garde are going to find me. If they’re even looking for me. I could cause a scene or show off my powers, but the Mogs would probably have me killed before the Garde ever came out of hiding.
    I wish there was another way.
    “What were you to her? Partners? Friends? More than that?”
    I roll this question around in my head for a moment, trying to see what he’s getting at.
    “Friends,” I say. “I mean, I think we were.”
    “A friend wouldn’t have reacted as she did, Cody,” he says, leaning back into his seat. “A friend wouldn’t have turned her back on you. I hate to say this, but I think it’s possible that Emma has been riding on your coattails, trying to get anything out of you that she could. Using you.”
    I start to protest, but he raises a hand, stopping me from speaking.
    “Do you know what you are to me?”
    I shake my head slowly. “An employee?” I ask.
    “Potential,” Ethan says. “Raw power. I am not a fool. I know talent when I see it, and I respect it. I’ve been all around the world. I’ve seen some pretty crazy, unexplainable stuff in my day. Stuff you wouldn’t believe even if I swore an oath on everything I hold