Thin Air (Weather Warden #6)

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The Djinn, Rahel, had moved closer, too, and now those eyes were just plain eerie. A hot, metallic gold, with flecks of brass. Predatory eyes. She slowly drummed her neon-colored talons along her folded arms, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Marion, in the wheelchair, was easier to read. She looked worried. And contemplative. And from the unfocused way she was examining me, she was doing that aetheric vision thing.

"Joanne," she said. She was the first to smile at me. "It's so good to see you safe." She held out her hand, and I shot Lewis a nervous glance. He nodded, so I took it and shook. Her skin felt warm, her grip firm. Her dark eyes held mine steadily. "I see you've had some hard times, but so have we all. It's good you're back with us again. We can use your strength."

It was, at the very least, a public endorsement. Probably more than I could reasonably ask for. "Thanks," I said. I had the feeling that I might not have been a friend, but at least there was respect between us. Respect, I could return. The others standing around were regarding me with varying expressions of wariness or hope, neither of which made me feel any too secure.

Marion's attention slid past me to focus on Kevin, and her expression changed to concern. "My God, Lewis, what happened to the boy? No, never mind. Not here. Let's get him to the clinic." Her eyes passed over Cherise, then came back, and she frowned, puzzled. She looked sharply at Lewis, an open question on her face, and he shook his head.

"Later," he said.

She pressed controls and wheeled the chair in a tight circle, leading the way to a small parked caravan of plain black sedans and vans. I started to follow.

The guy Lewis had pointed out as Paul caught my arm in a big, square hand and dragged me to a stop. "Not so fast, babe," he rumbled. He had an East Coast accent, maybe Jersey, if I had to guess. Olive-toned skin, dark hair with flecks of gray, dark stubble showing even though I was sure he'd freshly shaved. "No welcome for me?"

"Paul," I said, and he hugged me. Full-body. "Um, hi." I resisted an urge to struggle, because he seemed to want to hold on a little too long for comfort.

"Kid, I thought you were gone," he murmured, lips close to my ear. "Don't do that again, all right? You've given me plenty enough heart attacks already." And then he pecked me on the cheek and backed away. The way he looked at me, I wondered...No, surely not. Surely I hadn't slept with every guy I knew.

"I-I'll try to be more careful," I said. Awkward. I didn't know where I stood with this guy-kissing-close, obviously, but not much else. He was a little intimidating up close, which was funny, since I'd been spending time with Lewis and David, guys who defined intimidating. I swallowed and forced a smile. "I need to go with..." I mimed following Lewis. Paul studied me for a second, brows pulling together in a frown, and let go.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I was hoping...Yeah. You probably should get yourself looked at, too. Call when you're done, okay? We got to talk. Things to work out."

I nodded, kept the smile going, and walked quickly after Lewis, who was helping Kevin and Cherise into the black cargo van, the one with the Handi-Lift on the back that was already lowering for Marion's wheelchair.

I didn't make it to join them. Another person stepped into my way, and I felt whatever nerves hadn't already been alarmed wake up and start screaming.

"A moment," Rahel said softly, holding up one graceful, long-taloned hand between us. She looked at me, close range, and yes, Djinn eyes were frightening. Her expression stayed blank and still, and I hesitated, wondering whether or not to yell for help. Her eyes flicked past me, focusing on the Wardens behind me, and she reached out and took hold of my shoulder. "A moment of your time, my friend. I have been so concerned for you." She didn't wait for agreement. She steered me sideways, away from the Wardens but also away from any potential rescue from Lewis. When I tried to pull back, her fingers dug deeper, and I hissed in pain. "Sistah, you come whether you like it or not," she warned in a very low tone. "I have news for you, from David."

The use of his name got me at least willing to listen. She kept hold of my shoulder, but loosened her grip so I wasn't in danger of deep-tissue bruising.

"I don't remember you," I said. Seemed best to get it out of the way. "I'm sorry. It's...this problem I have."

"I'm well aware," she said. No smile at all, and her tone was dry and cool. "You shouldn't be here, Snow White. Not as you are, neither here nor there, living nor dead, human nor Warden. They think to bring you back. I think it is a foolish concept. It opens doors that are dangerous for us all."

"Gee, thanks," I said with no sincerity. "That's the news?"

She snorted. "Opinion. At least you haven't lost your sense of the absurd. David wishes me to tell you that he is on Ashan's trail, and for you to stay with Lewis." Rahel smiled. She had pointed teeth. I mean, seriously. Pointed. "You know what happens to little lambs who wander from their herd."

I yanked myself free this time. "Hey, Creep Show, save it for the cheap seats. Aren't you supposed to be on my side or something?"

She blinked, and I had the satisfaction of seeing a Djinn thrown just a half step off balance. It didn't last. "I am," she said. "As your kind is measured, you're not insufferable, only infuriating. And...you loved the child. I count that in your favor."

"Imara," I said. "You're talking about Imara, right?"

Her expression composed itself to instant formality, and she tilted her head. Beads clicked as the braids slithered over her shoulders with a sound like dry paper shifting. "Ashan was fortunate the Oracle took him before we could reach him. Had he been in my hands, he'd still be screaming."

Which was supposed to be comforting or something.

"Great," I said faintly.

That made Rahel look up again, sharply. "You don't remember the child, either," she said. "Do you?"

I started to lie about it, then shook my head. To my surprise, Rahel put her hand to my cheek in a gesture that was almost human. Almost affectionate.

"I can pity you for that. You will remember, though," she said. "Such emptiness must be filled."

And in a weird sort of way I suppose she did comfort me. A little. "Thanks," I said. "I...Will you tell David I'll be with Lewis?"

"I will." She stepped back. "Ashan is lucky once again. David would have hunted him and ripped him into nothing by now, had he not been distracted by concern for you. It appears he needs Ashan alive and functioning to try to fix what was done to you." A slow, cool smile revealed even, white teeth. Nonpointed. "After his usefulness comes to an end, well, maybe David will organize an entertainment. We haven't had one of those for ages." I was sure she meant it literally. The ages part, anyway. I shuddered to think what entertainment might mean.

"So David's okay, then," I said.

She shrugged. "David's obsession with you puts his leadership of us in some doubt. But he remains the conduit to the Mother, and so may not be easily challenged. Still, he is not secure. His insistence on repairing what was done to you has been taken badly in some quarters."

"Including your quarter?" I asked her, looking her right in the eerie eyes.

It was very quiet. I could hear the whine of the rotors powering down on the helicopter, the hiss of blowing snow, the engines starting in various SUVs around the landing area. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding fast.

"For my part," Rahel finally said, "I should think the world less interesting without you, sistah. Take that as you wish."

And she turned and walked away, misted into nothing, and was gone.

Wow. Not sure how I felt about her, but I couldn't dislike her. Fear her, sure. Dislike her...no.

I hurried over to the black van, which was starting its engine, and piled into the back with Lewis, Kevin, Cherise, and Marion. Lewis slid the door shut with a solid thump, and whoever was driving-just a black silhouette against the dim gray sky-turned the van in a tight circle and headed out, bumping over uneven ground.

Marion let out a slow sigh. "That was about as civil as we might have expected," she said. "Lewis, be careful. They're going to pull you aside and talk politics."

"Politics? We've got time for politics?"

"There's always time for politics," she said. "Something you never could grasp, I'm afraid."

"What a load of bullshit. How's the rehab?" He gestured at the wheelchair.

"You know that Earth Wardens are always slower to heal themselves, and besides, there haven't been any shortage of victims to tend." She shrugged. "I'll be all right. Another month, maybe two. I'd have been walking already if I'd had the time to devote to it, but we've been a little busy. As you've probably heard."

"Guessed," Lewis said. "Between the remnants of the California fire, the earthquake in Kansas City, and the hurricane in North Carolina-"

"We've been stretched thin," Marion agreed. "Not just here in the U.S., of course. Latin America's having a hell of a time. Even Canada's being pummeled. Europe's an icebox, Africa's an out-of-season swamp, Asia's got all of the above, and Australia and New Zealand keep flipping from summer to winter from one day to the next."

"Great. Anybody not having a climate shift?"

"Middle East," she said. "But they have other problems. So. You going to explain to me what I'm looking at here?"

"What do you think you're looking at?" Lewis asked.

Marion gave him a hard look. "Save the rhetorical method; I'm not in the mood. Him-that's Demon damage, obviously. Fixable, but we need to get him to a clinic for treatment."

"No such things as Demons," Lewis said. Which confused me, until she smiled.

"Indeed not. And so we're still telling people. So, you believe this one has hatched out? Is an adult?"

"Yes."

"Any idea where it could be?"

"Back where we came from, most likely, but specifically? No."

Marion shook her head and frowned absently at the rolling forest scenery beyond the van's windows. "Not good. We don't have a way to detect or track it."

"What about Garson?" Lewis asked. "He's the best at-"

"Garson's dead," she interrupted. "Killed by his own Djinn during the initial attack. Every adept we had who was capable of tracking or identifying Demons, or Demon Marks, is dead or incapacitated, except me. And believe me, I'm being damn careful."

"Specifically targeted?"

"Well, it's worse than our usual rotten luck," Marion said. "You can't detect them, can you?"

Lewis shook his head. "If I'd been able to, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place," he said. "I'd have smelled it on Star when she first came after me two years ago."

Marion's dark almond-shaped eyes narrowed. "Estrella? I never got the full story from you about that."

"And you won't now," he said easily. "Old news. Let's talk about what we're going to do about this."

"Well, the Djinn aren't of any practical use anymore. A few might help us out, if they're feeling generous and we're feeling lucky. But I wouldn't count on them." She looked deeply troubled about that. "I never liked the servile system they operated under, but it's going to take some time to get used to their freedom. Time for us, as well as them."

"The Ma'at can help out with that," Lewis said. "Their system is based on cooperation, not the coercion the Wardens used in dealing with the Djinn. I'll get them in touch with you." To me, he said, "Separate organization, the Ma'at. They've been working to create balance between Wardens, humans, and the world around us."

"Trust me, it sounds more high-minded than it is in practice," Marion said. She seemed annoyed. "I always meant to ask, are the Ma'at your creation? Because their manifesto has that just-out-of-school, disillusioned, fight-the-power feel to it, and only someone young could come up with something so idealistic. And base it in Las Vegas."

Lewis shrugged. "Doesn't matter who formed it, or how. What matters is that it works."

"Sometimes," she shot back. "Guess what? The Wardens work sometimes, too."

"Less and less often. You have to admit that."

The van reached a freeway, and the ride turned smooth as glass. The van rocked slightly in wind gusts, but for the most part we sped along so easily we might have been flying. I began to feel just a little safer. Safer? some part of me mocked. You think a little thing like distance is going to matter? When are you going to mention that the Demon looks like you?

Later, apparently.

"I'll talk to them," Marion was reluctantly saying. "It's possible the Ma'at have Demon trackers. I'll see what we can horse-trade for the privilege."

"One other thing," Lewis said. "I want you to check Joanne over thoroughly when we get to the clinic."

Marion raised an eyebrow and glanced at me, as if she'd forgotten I was there, clinging to a handhold and swaying to the hiss of the van's tires. "For?"

"Anything. Everything." His face was closed and suddenly unreadable. "I found her in the forest, half-dead from the cold. Naked."

"Naked," Marion repeated. "Any injuries?"