one arm around Megan, looking down to see if she was beaming at me in awe.
Instead her teeth were chattering. “So … cold …”
“But it was awesome, right?” I said.
She breathed out, letting go of me and stepping onto the roof. A few people gawked at us from beside a tent on the far side of the building. “Not particularly stealthy,” she noted. “But yes, awesome. And you can stop ogling me now.”
I tore my eyes away from the way her damp T-shirt, underneath her jacket, clung to her skin and bra. “Sorry.”
“No,” she said, pulling her jacket tight and doing the buttons, “it’s all right. I mean, I teased you for looking at other women. That implies I want you to look at me instead. So I shouldn’t get mad when you do.”
“Mmm …,” I said. “So you’re gorgeous and logical.”
She gave me a flat stare. I just shrugged.
“I’m still not sure this will work,” she said.
“You’re the one who came to see me,” I said. “And if you hadn’t noticed, back in the base, that moment in my room … it seemed to be working pretty well then.”
We stood, looking at one another, and I hated how awkward it suddenly felt. As if a fat man at the buffet had suddenly forced his way between us to get at the mac and cheese.
“I should be going,” she said. “Thank you. For being willing to talk. For not turning me in. For … being you.”
“I’m pretty good at being me,” I said. “I’ve had all these years to practice—I hardly ever get it wrong these days.”
We stared at each other.
“So, uh,” I said, shuffling from one foot to the other, “want to go with me to check up on Obliteration? If you’re not doing anything else important, I mean.”
She cocked her head. “Did you just invite me on a date … to spy on a deadly Epic planning to destroy the city?”
“Well, I don’t have a lot of experience with dating, but I’ve always heard you’re supposed to pick something you know the girl will enjoy.…”
She smiled. “Well, let’s get to it then.”
35
I pulled out my mobile for a map of the area and Megan looked over my shoulder and pointed to the south. “That way,” she said. “We’ve got a walk ahead of us.”
“You sure you don’t want to …” I gestured at the spyril on my legs.
“What part of ‘spying’ involves flying through the city and drawing the attention of everyone nearby?”
“The fun part,” I said, sullen. I’d practiced for a reason. I wanted to show off what I knew.
“Well,” Megan said, “it might not matter, but I’d rather be quiet about this. Yes, Regalia wanted me to seduce you, but I don’t want to be blatant—”
“Wait, what?” I stopped in place.
“Oh, um, yeah.” Megan grimaced. “Sorry. I meant my explanation to be way better.” She ran her hand through her hair. “Regalia wanted me to seduce you. I’m not sure how much she knows of my background with the Reckoners, and I think she came up with the idea of me and you on her own. But don’t worry; I decided before even coming here that I wasn’t going to actively work against the Reckoners.”
I stared at her. That was kind of a large bomb to drop on me, just like that. I knew it was stupid, but suddenly I found myself questioning the affection she’d shown me earlier.
She wouldn’t have just told you if she were really planning on doing it, I told myself pointedly. I’d already decided to trust Megan. I’d just have to do it on this issue too.
“Well,” I said, starting off and giving her a smile, “that’s good. Even if being seduced kind of sounds like it would be fun.”
“Slontze,” Megan said, visibly relaxing. She took my arm and steered me across the rooftop. “At least if we’re spotted, I think Regalia will assume I’m just trying to do as she said.”
“And if something goes wrong,” I noted, “we can use your illusions to distract her.”
Megan shot me a glance as we reached a narrow rope bridge to the next roof. She started across in front of me, presenting a fine silhouette. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to use my powers,” she said softly.
“You aren’t.”
“I sense a very large but.”
“Funny, because right in front of me, I see a—”
“Watch it.”
“—very attractive, um, set of calves. Look, Megan, I know I told you not to use your powers. But that was just