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impulses.

I blinked away tears and focused on Kevin, with the bottle in his hand - and Cherise, clinging to Kevin and crying. "Keep David safe for me," I said. "I love all of you. I won't forget."

And then I turned and dived off the boat, into the water.

Chapter Nine

So.

It was just me and the sharks. I was acutely aware of the vast, complicated landscape of predator and prey beneath me as I floated; I'd drawn a whole lot of sharks here, and the Great Whites in particular alarmed me, because I'd seen Jaws .

I couldn't feel my back at all, but the rest of my body was chilled from the water. Still, I wasn't likely to die of exposure, or even hunger or thirst. I could maintain my body's electrolyte levels, heat, and general health; I could desalinate water to drink. I could eat raw fish that I could call into my hands, if I wasn't especially fussy. Wasn't looking forward to that part; sushi prepared by a brilliant Japanese chef is a far cry from munching on something fresh out of the sea and spitting out the scales and bones.

I floated and watched the rescue craft fleet sail away. The hatch remained open on the lifeboat I'd left, and I heard arguments pouring out of it until the wind carried it away.

Cherise had tried to jump out, twice. I could still hear her screaming at the top of her lungs long after other sounds had faded.

"Bye, sweetie," I whispered, and bobbed in the waves for a while, until the boats were just dazed smudges on the horizon.

I wasn't a good enough Earth Warden to control several hundred sharks, all operating under their natural instinctive programming. What I could do - and did - was create conditions that made it less fun for the sharks to come near me, basically administering electrical shocks to anything that came closer than ten feet.

It was terrifying. Eventually, though, the sharks lost interest or found other prey to follow. A few continued to circle, but I couldn't wait; the longer I delayed, the less likely it would be that David's containment of Bad Bob's torch would hold for me. I started to swim.

It was fun at first, and then boring, and then difficult. The human body is designed for only so much wear and tear without periods of rest, and my Earth Warden powers could maintain it, but repairing overly stressed muscles took time.

Time I wasn't going to have.

I kept swimming. After a while, pain took on a lulling sort of normality. You really can get used to just about anything, especially if you don't have any alternatives.

The sun began to dip toward the horizon, and I thought about being out here at night, with a sky full of stars. It was oddly peaceful. I was still myself - rescued from the abyss into which Bad Bob had dragged me, though he hadn't exactly dragged me there kicking and screaming, to be perfectly honest about it. I had a wide streak of darkness inside, all my own, and it wasn't just the scars left over from my earlier Demon Mark; I'd always been ambitious. I'd always pursued power.

I guess I wasn't so different from Bad Bob after all, except that I knew all that was both a strength and a weakness. And I knew it had to have limits.

I felt none of the power or fury that had thundered through me when the torch had been active, but sooner or later, David's containment field would fail, and without him here to renew it, the torch would burn hotter than ever. I was a Warden. I wouldn't be that easy to kill, even stranded out here on the ocean.

I'm working too hard,I thought. If I swim all the way to him, I'll have nothing left when I get there.

Depression set in. It does that when your friends sail off and abandon you, and when you have to say a probably permanent good-bye to the one man in the world you'd not only die for, but live with . Maybe it's not worth it. Maybe I should just take myself out of the game. That'd throw a curl in Bad Bob's tail.

It had a seductive, petulant sort of sense to it. If I died, his plans were screwed, at least the ones I'd seen. He wanted me. He might even need me to make his small-A apocalypse come true. Without me, he had his Sentinels,