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on this trip. “The last time? You’ve
brought Kyle to Vegas before?”
    Zoe and Travers exchanged a look.
“Long story,” Travers said after a minute.
    “And it wasn’t my fault,” Kyle said.
“The Fates didn’t have any sunscreen.”
    “You’ve spent a lot of time with those
women,” Megan said, trying to keep the disapproval from her
voice.
    Kyle shrugged. “I
like them, even if they don’t know much about Star Trek .”
    “They shouldn’t bother you too much,”
Travers said. “They have some business of their own to take care
of.”
    “With the Faeries,” Megan said,
keeping her tone flat.
    “Yeah.” Zoe finished the last of the
candy bar. “Now that we found the wheel for them.”
    Zoe and Travers were
serious. Megan resisted the urge to shake her head. She had
accepted the psychic part—she was aware of the studies conducted in
the 1970s that showed psychic powers existed (even if all her
professors had debunked those studies)—and she had been around Kyle
for eleven years. She liked the psychic explanation a lot better
than the intuitive one. If the kid had been as intuitive as she had
given him credit for, then he would have to have been almost
superhuman.
    She smiled to herself. For
some reason, she didn’t think that psychics were superhuman but
that intuitive people were. That was one for her own shrink to
figure out.
    “Megan,” Travers said, putting a hand
on her shoulder. She started. She hadn’t heard him approach. “We’re
going to get a marriage license. It shouldn’t take long, but I’m
leaving Kyle with you, if you don’t mind.”
    “That’s what I’m here for,” she said a
little too brightly. “And you can take as much time as you need.
Maybe a little…alone time…would be appropriate?”
    Travers grinned at Zoe, who grinned
back.
    “We’ve been so busy saving the world
that we really haven’t had time for ourselves,” Zoe said, and once
again there was no real irony in her voice.
    “We might take you up on that,”
Travers said.
    “Just not here, please.” Kyle put his
hands over his ears. He was blushing furiously. “I don’t want to
think about this stuff.”
    Travers laughed. “Promise, kiddo. I
don’t want you thinking about that stuff ever, although I supposed
I won’t be able to stop you some day.”
    “Stop now!” Kyle said, his eyes
squinched shut.
    Megan shook her head.
    Travers kissed Kyle on the
crown of his head, then smoothed the hair over the kiss. “See you
soon, kid.”
    Kyle nodded.
    Zoe waved at them both, and then she
and Travers almost skipped out the door.
    “You can put your hands down now,”
Megan said.
    “Not yet,” Kyle said tightly. He
brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped himself in a ball.
“They’re broadcasting from the hallway.”
    Megan put her arm around her nephew
and pulled him close. “I’m so sorry I never realized what was going
on.”
    He relaxed against her. “It’s okay,”
he said after a moment. “You know now.”
    “Yeah.” And it baffled her. How had
Kyle grown up to be so normal with everyone else’s thoughts in his
head? How had he been able to tell the difference between himself
and other people?
    “Great-Aunt Eugenia taught me,” Kyle
said.
    “What?”
    He brought his arms down and slid his
legs to one side, leaning hard on Megan.
    “Great-Aunt Eugenia. She came to visit
when I was really little, and she showed me, inside my own head,
how to keep private if I had to.”
    Megan blinked. Something
about this sounded familiar. She’d talked with Great-Aunt Eugenia
too about privacy. Great-Aunt Eugenia had been such an outrageous
woman, with her flowing clothes, her booming voice, and her strong
opinions, that Megan had never been sure whether the conversation
had happened or if she had only imagined it.
    At that moment, the door to the suite
banged open.
    The three women who called themselves
Fates poured into the room.
    “We need a driver,” Clotho
said. She was wearing tight