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the surveillance cameras, too.
I could pop the door right open, with a relatively minor pulse of power. I could fritz out the cameras, too.
But the truth was, I could do that anytime I needed to, and right now it wasn't my first choice. I just wanted to reach my soft, expensively appointed bed.
I looked up at the surveillance eyes focused on where I stood, sighed, and took the long way around.
I still got lost. This huge floating palace was like some creepily deserted amusement park -
all the lights were on, but there seemed to be a faintly sinister edge to everything. It was made to be inhabited, to be full of life and fun and conversation, and instead there was just fear. The few people I spotted were staff (crew?) going about their business.
I somehow ended up on the Grand Promenade, or at least that was what I read on the map.
It was the big railed expanse looking out over the ocean. Overhead, the sky was nail gray, and the water looked just as hard and unfriendly, with sharp-edged waves. The Grand Paradise was big and heavy enough to cleave its way through like a knife, even at the labored speed we were moving.
The promenade was deserted, too. I stood in the clammy wind for a while, watching the endless rolling of the waves, and then I yawned and felt my eyelids growing even heavier.
So tired.
At least, I was tired until I felt a hot, seductive tingle on my back, just over the shoulder blade. That jerked me back to full alert like a jab from a cattle prod.
I didn't make any more stops on my way.
Safely in the bedroom - no sign of Cherise downstairs - I sat down, closed my eyes, and focused on David. I can't really describe the connection between the two of us; the ceremony and the vows - even though our wedding had been interrupted by Bad Bob's attack, and technically not really finished - had pulled us together, bound us in ways that even now I couldn't understand, except that it made it easier to call him when I needed him.
When I opened my eyes, David was forming out of the air in a swirl of gray and gold. There was something blank in his eyes this time, as if I'd taken him away from something both terrible and important. He'd been with Lewis. I wondered how bad it was.
Then he took a deep breath and willed it away, whatever it was.
"The mark is burning," I said, without any preamble at all. He took on human form and flesh and sat down next to me. He felt warm as summer, and he smelled faintly of spices and real, human sweat, deliciously male. His fingers unbuttoned my cotton camisole and pushed it down my arms, and then he unhooked my bra and slid it off. There was no seduction in it, or at least not as much as I'd have liked; he was very focused on the job at hand.
When his fingertips pressed on the black torch mark on my back, we both gasped. He spread his whole left hand over it, and the heat spread, increased to an agonizing burn that felt as if it should come with the sound of sizzling. His right arm went around me, holding me up, keeping me from fighting him to get away from the pain.
With shocking suddenness, the fire turned to ice, a chill that ripped all the way through me, and I shuddered. When I exhaled, my breath frosted the air in delicate feathers that vanished in seconds.
I couldn't feel the mark on my back anymore, and that was a huge relief. But, as David trailed his fingers over it, I realized that I could feel less of the area around it, too. The numb spot was growing.
I turned to look at him, and caught the unguarded pain in his face before he could hide it from me. He was tired, and he was anguished. Worse, he was despairing.
"Stop that," I said. "What's happening?"
"It's getting larger," he said. "I had to expand the containment to keep it within the boundaries. You can't push yourself this hard."
"I know that, and yet I'm not seeing I have much of a choice. How's Lewis?" He didn't want to tell me, but I think he knew I wasn't about to let him slip away without an explanation."Fighting his guilt," David finally said. "He blames himself for the deaths.