y’re
following。 They’re focused on the road。”
“No； they won’t follow。” I was sure of this。
“Let’s go home； then。”
“Home；” I agreed wholeheartedly。
We would take both vehicles right to the caves and unload quickly so they could be hidden before
morning。 The little overhang by the entrance would not hide them from view。
I rolled my eyes as I thought of the way into and out of the caves。 Thebig mystery I hadn’t been able to
solve for myself。 Jeb was so tricky。
Tricky—just like the directions he’d given Mel； the lines he’d carved onto the back of her photo album。
They didn’t lead to his cave hideout at all。 No； instead they made the person following them parade back
and forth in front of his secret place； giving him ample opportunity to decide whether or not to extend an
invitation inside。
“What do you think happened？” Jared asked； interrupting my thoughts。
“What do you mean？”
“The recent disappearance the Seeker mentioned。”
I stared ahead blankly。 “Wouldn’t that be me？”
“I don’t think you would count asrecent； Wanda。 Besides； they weren’t watching the freeway before we
left。 That’s new。 They’re looking for us。 Here。”
His eyes narrowed； while mine widened。
“What have they been doing？” Jared suddenly exploded； slapping his hand loudly against the dashboard。
I jumped。
“You think Jeb and the others did something？”
He didn’t answer me； he just stared out across the star…bright desert with furious eyes。
I didn’t understand。 Why would the Seekers be looking for humans just because someone had
disappeared in the desert？ Accidents did happen。 Why would they jump to that particular conclusion？
And why was Jared angry？ Our family in the caves wouldn’t do anything to draw attention to
themselves。 They knew better than that。 They wouldn’t go outside unless there was an emergency of
some kind。
Or something theyfelt was urgent。 Necessary。
Had Doc and Jeb been taking advantage of my absence？
Jeb had only agreed to stop slaughtering people and souls while I was under the same roof。 Was this
their promise？
“You okay？” Jared asked。
My throat was too thick to answer。 I shook my head。 Tears streamed down my cheeks and fell from my
chin to my lap。
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I shook my head again。 I could see well enough。
He didn’t argue with me。
I was still crying silently when we got to the little mountain that hid our vast cave system。 It was actually
just a hill—an insignificant outcropping of volcanic rock； like so many others； sparsely decorated with
spindly creosote and flat…bladed prickly pears。 The thousands of tiny vents were invisible； lost in the
jumble of loose purple rocks。 Somewhere； smoke would be rising； black on black。
I got out of the van and leaned against the door； wiping my eyes。 Jared came to stand beside me。 He
hesitated； then put a hand on my shoulder。
“Sorry。 I didn’t know they were planning this。 I had no idea。 They shouldn’t have…”
But he only thought that because they’d somehow gotten caught。
The moving truck rumbled to a stop behind us。 Two doors slammed shut； and then feet were running
toward us。
“What happened？” Kyle demanded； there first。
Ian was right behind him。 He took one look at my expression； at the tears still running down my cheeks；
at Jared’s hand on my shoulder； and then rushed forward and threw his arms around me。 He pulled me
into his chest。 I didn’t know why this made me cry harder。 I clung to him while my tears leaked onto his
shirt。
“It’s okay。 You did great。 It’s over。”
“Seeker’s not the problem； Ian；” Jared said； voice strained； his hand still touching me； though he had to
lean forward to preserve that point of contact。
“Huh？”
“They were watching the road for a reason。 Sounds like Doc’s been… working in our absence。”
I shuddered； and for a moment； it seemed like I could taste silver blood in the back of my throat。
“Why； those —！” Ian’s fury robbed him of speech。 He couldn’t finish his sentence。
“Nice；” Kyle said in a disgusted tone。 “Idiots。 We’re gone for a few weeks； and they’ve got the Seekers
on patrol。 They could have just asked us to —”
“Shut up； Kyle；” Jared said harshly。 “That’s neither here nor there at the moment。 We’ve got to get this
all unloaded fast。 Who knows how many are watching for us？ Let’s grab a load and then get some more
hands。”
I shook Ian off so that I could help。 The tears did not stop running。 Ian stayed close to my side； taking
the heavy flat of canned soup I picked up and replacing it with a big but light box of pasta。
didn’t know this path well； but it wasn’t difficult。 Straight down； then straight up。
We were halfway there when a familiar voice called out from a distance。 It echoed down the tunnel；
fracturing。
“They’re back… ack… back！” Jamie was shouting。
I tried to dry my tears on my shoulder； but I couldn’t get them all。
A blue light approached； bouncing as the carrier ran。 Then Jamie bounded into view。
His face threw me。
I was trying to pose myself to greet him； assuming he would be joyful and not wanting to upset him。
But Jamie was already upset。 His face was white and tense； his eyes rimmed in red。 His dirty cheeks had
rivulets through the dust there； tracks made by tears。
“Jamie？” Jared and I said together； dropping our boxes to the floor。
Jamie ran straight for me and threw his arms around my waist。
“Oh； Wanda！ Oh； Jared！” he sobbed。 “Wes is dead！ He’sdead！ The Seeker killed him！”
CHAPTER 49
Interrogated
Ikilled Wes。
My hands； scratched and bruised and painted with purple dust in the course of the frantic unloading；
might as well have been painted red with his blood。
Wes was dead； and it was as much my fault as if I’d pulled the trigger myself。
All of us but five were gathered in the kitchen now that the truck was unloaded； eating some of the
perishables we’d picked up on the final shopping trip—cheese and fresh bread with milk—and listening
to Jeb and Doc as they explained everything to Jared； Ian； and Kyle。
I sat a little space away from the others； my head in my hands； too numb with grief and guilt to ask
questions the way they did。 Jamie sat with me。 He patted my back now and then。
Wes was already buried in the dark grotto beside Walter。 He had died four days ago； the night that
Jared and Ian and I had sat watching the family in the park。 I would never see my friend again； never hear
his voice…
Tears splashed on the stone beneath me； and Jamie’s pats increased in tempo。
Andy and Paige were not here。
Lily was not here。
“She’s not… doing so well；” Jamie had murmured when he’d caught me scanning the room for her。 I
didn’t want to know any more。 I could imagine well enough。
Aaron and Brandt were not here。
Brandt now bore a smooth； pink； circular scar in the hollow space beneath his left collarbone。 The bullet
had missed his heart and lungs by a hair and then burrowed halfway through his shoulder blade trying to
escape。 Doc had used most of the Heal getting it out of him。 Brandt was fine now。
Wes’s bullet had been better aimed。 It had pierced his high olive…skinned forehead and blown out the
back of his head。 There was nothing Doc could have done； even if he’d been right there with them； a
gallon of Heal at his disposal。
Brandt； who now carried in a holster on his hip a boxy； heavy trophy from the encounter； was with
Aaron。 They were in the tunnel where we would have stored our spoils if it had not been occupied。 If it
was not being used as a prison again。
As if losing Wes was not enough。
It seemed hideously wrong to me that the numbers remained the same。 Thirty…five living bodies； just like
before I’d e to the caves。 Wes and Walter were gone； but I was here。
And now so was the Seeker。
My Seeker。
If I’d just gone straight to Tucson。 If I had just stayed in San Diego。 If I had just skipped this planet and
gone somewhere entirely different。 If I’d given myself as a Mother like anyone else would have after five
or six planets。 If； if； if… If I had not e here； if I had not given the Seeker the clues she needed to
follow； then Wes would be alive。 It had taken her longer than me to figure them out； but when she did；
she didn’t have to pursue them with caution。 She’d barreled through the desert in an all…terrain SUV；
leaving bright new scars across the fragile desert landscape； each pass getting closer。
They had to do something。 They had to stop her。
I had killed Wes。
They still would have caught me in the first place； Wanda。 I led them here； not you。
I was too miserable to answer her。
Besides； if we hadn’t e here； Jamie would be dead。 And maybe Jared； too。 He would have
died tonight； without you。
Death on every side。 Death everywhere I looked。
Why did they keep her？Mel snarled。Why didn’t they kill her right away？ Or kill her slow—I don’t
care how！ Why is she still alive？
Fear fluttered in my stomach。 The Seeker was alive； the Seeker was here。
I shouldn’t have been afraid of her。
Of course； it made sense to be afraid that her disappearance would bring the other Seekers down on us。
Everyone was afraid of that。 Spying on the search for my body； the humans had seen how vocal she was
about her convictions。 She’d been trying to convince the other Seekers that there were humans hiding in
this desert wasteland。 None seemed to take her seriously。 They had gone home； she was the only one
who kept looking。
But now she’d vanished in the middle of her search。 That changed everything。
Her vehicle had been moved far away； left in the desert on the other side of Tucson。 It looked as though
she’d disappeared in the same way it was believed I had： pieces of her bag left torn nearby； the snacks
she’d carried with her chewed open and scattered。 Would the other souls accept such a coincidence？
We already knew they would not。 Not entirely。 They were looking。 Would the search bee more
intense？
But to be afraid of the Seeker herself… That didn’t make much sense。 She was physically insignificant；
probably smaller than Jamie。 I was stronger and faster than she was。 I was surrounded by friends and
allies； and she； inside these caves at least； was all alone。 Two guns； the rifle and her own Glock—the
very gun Ian had once envied； the gun that had killed my friend Wes—were trained on her at every
moment。 Only one thing had kept her alive until now； and it couldn’t save her for long。
Jeb had thought I might want to talk to her。 That was all。
Now that I was back； she was condemned to die within hours whether I spoke to her or not。
So why did I feel as though I was at the disadvantage？ Why this strange premonition thatshe would be
the one to walk away from our confrontation？
I hadn’t decided if I wanted to talk to her。 At least； that was what I’d told Jeb。
Without a doubt； I didnot want to talk to her。 I was terrified to ever see her face again—a face that； no