much was involuntary with this body。 Tears sprang up in my eyes； and I coughed to hide a sob。 My head
rang； vibrated in aftershock。
“Wanda？ Mel？ I’m sorry！”
His arms wrapped around us； pulled us into his chest。
“’S okay；” I whimpered。 “We’re okay。 Did you get it all？”
His hand touched my chin； turned my head。
“Ahh；” he gasped； sickened。 “I took half your face off。 I’m so sorry。”
“Right。” His voice was still weak； but he leaned me back into my seat； settling me carefully； and then the
car rumbled beneath us。
Ice…cold air blew in my face； shocking me； stinging my raw cheek。 I’d forgotten what air…conditioning
felt like。
I opened my eyes。 We were driving down a smooth wash—smoother than it should have been； carefully
altered to be this way。 It snaked away from us； coiling around the brush。 I couldn’t see very far ahead。
I pulled the visor down and flipped open the mirror。 In the shadowy moonlight； my face was black and
white。 Black all across the right side； oozing down my chin； dripping across my neck； and seeping into
the collar of my new； clean shirt。
My stomach heaved。
“Good job；” I whispered。
“How much pain are you in？”
“Not much；” I lied。 “Anyway； it won’t hurt much longer。 How far are we from Tucson？”
Just then； we reached pavement。 Funny how the sight of it made my heart race in panic。 Jared stopped；
keeping the car hidden in the brush。 He got out and removed the tarps and chains from the bumper；
putting them in the trunk。 He got back in and eased the car forward； checking carefully to make sure the
highway was empty。 He reached for the headlights。
“Wait；” I whispered。 I couldn’t speak louder。 I felt so exposed here。 “Let me drive。”
He looked at me。
“It can’t look like Iwalked to the hospital like this。 Too many questions。 I have to drive。 You hide in the
back and tell me where to go。 Is there something you can hide under？”
“Okay；” he said slowly。 He put the car into reverse and pulled it back into the deeper brush。 “Okay。 I’ll
hide。 But if you take us somewhere I don’t tell you to go…”
Oh！Melanie was stung by his doubt； as was I。
My voice was flat。 “Shoot me。”
He didn’t answer。 He got out； leaving the engine running。 I slid across the cup holders into his seat。 I
heard the trunk slam。
Jared climbed into the backseat； a thick plaid blanket under his arm。
“Turn right at the road；” he said。
The car was an automatic； but it had been a long time and I was unsure behind the wheel。 I moved
ahead carefully； pleased to find that I remembered how to drive。 The highway was still empty。 I pulled
“Lights；” Jared said。 His voice came from low on the bench。
I searched till I found the switch； then flicked them on。 They seemed horribly bright。
We weren’t far from Tucson—I could see a yellowish glow of color against the sky。 The lights of the
city ahead。
“You could drive a little faster。”
“I’m right at the limit；” I protested。
He paused for a second。 “Souls don’t speed？”
I laughed。 The sound was only a tad hysterical。 “We obey all laws； traffic laws included。”
The lights became more than a glow—they turned into individual points of brightness。 Green signs
informed me of my exit options。
“Take Ina Road。”
I followed his instructions。 He kept his voice low； though； enclosed as we were； we could both have
shouted。
It was hard to be in this unfamiliar city。 To see houses and apartments and stores with signs lit up。 To
know I was surrounded； outnumbered。 I imagined what it must feel like for Jared。 His voice was
remarkably calm。 But he’d done this before； many times。
Other cars were on the road now。 When their lights washed my windshield； I cringed in terror。
Don’t fall apart now； Wanda。 You have to be strong for Jamie。 This won’t work if you can’t do
that。
I can。 I can do it。
I concentrated on Jamie； and my hands were steadier on the wheel。
Jared directed me through the mostly sleeping city。 The Healing facility was just a small place。 It must
have been a medical building once—doctors’ offices； rather than an actual hospital。 The lights were bright
through most of the windows； through the glass front。 I could see a woman behind a greeting desk。 She
didn’t look up at my headlights。 I drove to the darkest corner of the parking lot。
I slid my arms through the straps of the backpack。 It wasn’t new； but it was in good shape。 Perfect。
There was just one more thing to do。
“Quick； give me the knife。”
“Wanda… I know you love Jamie； but I really don’t think you could use it。 You’re not a fighter。”
“Not for them； Jared。 I need a wound。”
“I need one like Jamie’s。 I don’t know enough about Healing。 I have to see exactly what to do。 I would
have done it before； but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to drive。”
“No。 Not again。”
“Give it to me now。 Someone will notice if I don’t go inside soon。”
Jared thought it through quickly。 He was the best； as Jeb had said； because he could see what had to be
done and do it fast。 I heard the steely sound of the knife ing out of the sheath。
“Be very careful。 Not too deep。”
“You want to do it？”
He inhaled sharply。 “No。”
“Okay。”
I took the ugly knife。 It had a heavy handle and was very sharp； it came to a tapered point at the tip。
I didn’t let myself think about it。 I didn’t want to give myself a chance to be a coward。 The arm； not the
leg—that’s all I paused to decide。 My knees were scarred。 I didn’t want to have to hide that； too。
I held my left arm out； my hand was shaking。 I braced it against the door and then twisted my head so
that I could bite down on the headrest。 I held the knife’s handle awkwardly but tightly in my right hand。 I
pressed the point against the skin of my forearm so I wouldn’t miss。 Then I closed my eyes。
Jared was breathing too hard。 I had to be fast or he would stop me。
Just pretend it’s a shovel opening the ground；I told myself。
I jammed the knife into my arm。
The headrest muffled my scream； but it was still too loud。 The knife fell from my hand—jerking
sickeningly out from the muscle—and then clunked against the floor。
“Wanda！” Jared rasped。
I couldn’t answer yet。 I tried to choke back the other screams I felt ing。 I’d been right not to do this
before driving。
“Let me see！”
“Stay there；” I gasped。 “Don’t move。”
I heard the blanket rustling behind me despite my warning。 I pulled my left arm against my body and
yanked the door open with my right hand。 Jared’s hand brushed my back as I half fell out the door。 It
wasn’t a restraint。 It was fort。
“Healer Knits！ I need you in reception！ This is an emergency！”
“No。” I tried to speak calmly； but I swayed in place。 “I’m okay。 Just an accident。”
She put the microphone down and hurried around to where I stood swaying。 Her arm went around my
waist。
“Oh； honey； what happened to you？”
“So careless；” I muttered。 “I was hiking。… I fell down the rocks。 I was… cleaning up after dinner。 A
knife was in my hand。…”
My hesitations seemed like part of the shock to her。 She didn’t look at me with suspicion—or humor；
the way Ian sometimes did when I lied。 Only concern。
“You poor dear！ What’s your name？”
“Glass Spires；” I told her； using the rather generic name of a herd member from my time with the Bears。
“Okay； Glass Spires。 Here es the Healer。 You’ll be fine in just a moment。”
I didn’t feel panicked at all anymore。 The kindly woman patted my back。 So gentle； so caring。 She
would never harm me。
The Healer was a young woman。 Her hair； skin； and eyes were all a similar shade of light brown。 It
made her unusual looking—monochromatic。 She wore tan scrubs that only added to that impression。
“Wow；” she said。 “I’m Healer Knits Fire。 I’ll get you fixed up directly。 What happened？”
I told my story again as the two women led me down a hallway and then through the very first door。
They had me lie down on the paper…covered bed。
The room was familiar。 I’d been in only one place like this； but Melanie’s childhood was full of such
memories。 The short row of double cabinets； the sink where the Healer was washing her hands； the
bright； clean white walls…
“First things first；” Knits Fire said cheerfully。 She pulled a cabinet open。 I tried to focus my eyes；
knowing this was important。 The cabinet was full of rows and rows of stacked white cylinders。 She took
I saw the label again as she twisted the lid off。 Two short words。No Pain？ Was that what it said？
“Open your mouth； Glass Spires。”
I obeyed。 She took a small； thin square—it looked like tissue paper—and laid it on my tongue。 It
dissolved at once。 There was no flavor。 I swallowed automatically。
“Better？” the Healer asked。
And it was。 Already。 My my head was clear—I could concentrate without difficulty。 The pain had
melted away with the tiny square。 Disappeared。 I blinked； shocked。
“Yes。”
“I know you feel fine now； but please don’t move。 Your injuries are not treated yet。”
“Of course。”
“Cerulean； could you get us some water？ Her mouth seems dry。”
“At once； Healer Knits。”
The older woman left the room。
The Healer turned back to her cabinets； opening a different one this time。 This； too； was filled with white
containers。 “Here we are。” She pulled one from the top of a stack； then took another from the other side。
Almost as if she were trying to help me fulfill my mission； she listed the names as she reached for them。
“Clean—inside and out… Heal… Seal… And where is… ah； Smooth。 Don’t want a scar on that pretty
face； do we？”
“Ah… no。”
“Don’t worry。 You’ll be perfect again。”
“Thank you。”
“You’re very wele。”
She leaned over me with another white cylinder。 The top of this one came off with a pop； and there was
an aerosol spray nozzle underneath。 She sprayed my forearm first； coating the wound with clear； odorless
mist。
“Healing must be a fulfilling profession。” My voice sounded just right。 Interested； but not unduly so。 “I
haven’t been in a Healing facility since insertion。 This is very interesting。”
“Yes； I like it。” She started spraying my face。
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She smiled。 I guessed that I was not the first curious soul。 “This is Clean。 It will make sure nothing
foreign stays in the wound。 It kills off any of the microbes that might infect the wound。”
“Clean；” I repeated to myself。
“And the Inside Clean； just in case anything has snuck into your system。 Inhale this； please。”
She had a different white cylinder in her hand； a thinner bottle with a pump rather than an aerosol top。
She puffed a cloud of mist into the air above my face。 I sucked in a breath。 The mist tasted like mint。
“And this is Heal；” Knits Fire continued； twisting the cap off the next canister； revealing a small pouring
spout。 “It encourages your tissues to rejoin； to grow