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rose in light upward exhalations from the heated water.
"At least that, Nydia. I would think Falcon would be extremely jealous of her."
"Did she come on to you, Sam? Sure, she did," she said, not giving him time to answer the question. "Oh, they both do what they want to do. Have their little affairs. I've known about them both for years."
"Why do I get the feeling you and your mother don't get along?"
"Because it's true. We're civil to each other—most of the time—but we stopped being friends a long time ago."
"Care to talk about it?"
"Later. Here comes the never-aging sexpot."
Sam shook his head at the acid in Nydia's remark.
"Nydia's been going to a church," Black said to Falcon. The men sat in the study, the heavy doors closed.
"I know it, so does Roma. There is nothing we can do about it. For several reasons. But we know He has been meddling."
"But why? I thought the rules …"
Falcon cut him off with a wave of his hand; a curt slash of impatience. "The Masters make the rules, each knowing they can break them at will. If, really, any rules do exist, which I more and more doubt. But nevertheless, we are required to follow what our individual Master dictates. And don't ask questions. What goes on in the minds of the two Supreme Beings is beyond the grasp of even us. When are the others arriving?"
"Tomorrow. Noon. I arranged for a helicopter to bring them in."
"Balon's bastard know of their coming?"
"No. Neither does Nydia."
Falcon brooded for a time, his dark features unreadable. "You feel … how many to be ready converts?"
"Ten. Five young men, five young women. The others are for our mutual enjoyment. Two young men, four young women."
"Leave the men for Roma. We'll share the women. They are young?"
"And tender."
"Lovely?"
"Beautiful."
"Virgins?"
"I think … possibly three. Susan is curious of our Master. She will be an easy convert, and an easier fuck. But one of them I know is pure. She is the one I picked for you.
Both men laughed, the chuckling evil. "Problems should they vanish?"
"By that time it will be over and done with, bon?"
"Oui. Balon's bastard is to be Roma's … exclusively. You understand that?"
"Yes, Falcon. Unless she tells me differently."
"You may have to kill your sister, Black. Or, on a more pleasant note, plant your seed within her. Does either prospect disturb you?"
The young warlock shrugged his reply.
"Good. You are your mother's child. Well, now … a full nine days." He smiled, the smile as corrupt as his heart was dark. "I am looking forward to the time."
The hot wind picked up, rousing Jane Ann from a fitful sleep. Tony had not returned. She opened her eyes and gasped in fright when she saw the mist at the foot of the bed.
The mist began to change, to take some shape, and her fright turned into a mixture of relief and joy. Jane Ann smiled.
"I will do what I can to help," the voice said, beating a silent message inside her head. "But I don't know how much He will allow me to do. I am rather a maverick within the Kingdom."
"Oh, Sam!"
"Let me finish. You have lost half of all you once loved, Balon flung his message. "And I can tell you no more than that. Help Miles and Wade while you can. In the end, it will be up to you and the clay man. But more weight will be put on your shoulders, your faith."
She did not understand. "Tony? He is the half I have lost?"
"I can tell you no more at this time."
Jane Ann knew then that her suspicions had been correct. Tony had gone to the other side. "Our son?"
"He will be tempted, and he will fall from grace more than once during the next nine days. But I can do little to help. I will attempt to see him, perhaps attempt to write to him. I … think he will find an unexpected ally coming forward. But my place is with you, and at the end, you will have a choice to make."
And Jane Ann knew what that choice would be.
"Don't be too hasty in your decision." Balon hurled the warning. "You have many, many good years ahead of you. You don't have to do this."
"I must."
"Once you have decided, the only alternative is to accept the Dark One's offer."
"I will never do that. I love you, Sam. I want to be with you.
"I must go now," Balon projected. "Be careful."
The mist