on him, his eyes were red, lids swollen. There were tears tracking down his cheeks.
He was still holding my wrists in a brutally tight grip.
"I'm okay," I said. I wasn't. I felt hollow and odd, as if I was floating several feet from my own emotions. "Hey. Don't worry. I won't go nuclear on you." I didn't think I had anything left, anyway. "I'm losing, you know. Can't hold it." Lewis let go, very slowly, and swiped his arm across his eyes. He sat back on his haunches, and his gaze moved away from me, up and behind.
Locking eyes with David, presumably.
I felt David's warm hand touch the back of my neck. "Don't move," he said. He sounded almost as odd as Lewis. "I need to tell you something." This didn't sound positive. "What?"
"The mark. It's gone."
Wasn't that good? "And?"
There was a short, heavy silence. David said, "It burned off your skin, all the way down to the bone in places. I've tried to close the wound, but - "
"It won't let you," I finished for him. That explained the emergency numbness covering my entire back, and the shocked trembling of my muscles. I felt cold, too. My body was trying to marshal its resources against a life-threatening crisis. "It doesn't matter, the mark's still there. It's buried inside me. I can't burn it out. Was anyone hurt?" David let out an uneven breath. "Other than you?" I felt his weight ease off of me, and then he moved into view, kneeling next to me. Lewis moved out of his way. "No. You didn't hurt anyone. You fought it off."
"No. Not really." I swallowed and tried to order my drifting, scattered priorities. "I saw Bad Bob. He has sixty former Wardens with him. I can tell you where."
"Jo - " That was Lewis again, soft and almost regretful. "We can't believe you now. You understand that, don't you? You can't know that any of what you saw is real. He could have put it there. He's a manipulative son of a bitch. Even if it was true, he'll move before we can get there."
"He knows," I said. "He knows we got one of the skins. He'll be activating the others. You have to move, now. Stop them."
Lewis tore his gaze away from me. "David, I'm going to need you."
"No," David said.
"If this ship goes down, she still dies. Is that what you want?" David's eyes flashed - not fire, not bronze, but white-hot, like the flash from the sharp edge of a diamond. "I'll give you all the power you need. I'll assign Djinn to you. But I won't leave her. Don't ask me again." The edge to his voice scared me, and I reached out to touch his hand.
"No," I said. "I'm not dead, I'm just massively screwed up." I sucked in a deep breath.
"Help me sit up."
David didn't like the idea, but he saw that if he didn't, I'd flail around and do it anyway, probably hurting myself even more. "Wait," he said. "Bandages." I suppose the medical team had arrived, because I was lifted up to a sitting position, my arms were raised, and I got wrapped up like a mummy, from waist to just under my armpits. It was a very odd sensation - I could feel every bit of the pressure and texture on my front and sides, but the bandages simply disappeared when they touched my back.
It took care of half the problem that I was naked in the middle of a crowd. Somebody brought in one of the cruise line's fluffy guest robes, which took care of the other half once I'd gotten it on and belted.
When I faltered getting up, Cherise ducked in and braced me, arms around my waist. David held me up on the other side. "I'd carry you, but - " I understood. There was no way for him to do it without putting pressure on my ruined back.
"It's fine. I can walk." I wasn't sure I could, but damned if I wasn't going to try. As I stood there catching my breath and my balance, though, I took a look around.
I'd pretty much managed to trash the first-class lounge. The sofa was a skeletal wreck, burned through to the springs. The carpet where I'd been standing (or lying) was melted and blackened into a tangled knot of ash and acrylic fibers. Add to that the still-lingering smoke that curled blackly around the room, seeking exits, and the general