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washed it. I marveled at my urge to mother him, considering how much he disliked me. And how generally unlikable the kid was.

"She's still out there," I said. "She could do to other people what she did to you. For all I know she's already doing it. You can't seriously be okay with that."

Another mute shake of his head. I didn't know what it meant, but it was at least a response.

"You don't want to remember," I said. "I know. I get that. But we don't have a lot of choices now. We have to find her."

"What's this 'we'?" He looked up, and his eyes were dark with resentment. "It's never about the 'we' with you. When you say 'we,' you just want something. And then you'll leave me behind."

"I won't. Not this time."

"Why should I believe you?"

"No idea. But I'm telling you the truth. If you want to go with me, I've got no issues with that. You've got more motivation than most people out there to take her down, right? I could use that."

He frowned. "What if Lewis says no?"

"You think Lewis is the boss of me?"

He chewed another bite of sandwich while he thought about it, then gave me a grudging nod of acceptance. "Okay. What do you want me to do?"

I took in a deep breath and looked at Cherise, who'd put down her barely nibbled cookie and was watching, wide-eyed. "It's what I did to Cherise before. I want to look at your memories and-"

I didn't get to finish, because Kevin slammed his chair back with a screech of wood on wood, and headed for the door. I summoned a blast of wind to slam it shut in his face-too much wind, too clumsy, and I had to bleed off the resulting energy into a surge of static that made sparks flare in the light fixtures.

"Screw you! You're not touching me!" Kevin yelled, and grabbed the doorknob. Another unintended consequence of my ham-fisted use of power: It was hot enough to burn. He yelped, cradled his hand, and backed away.

I got up and took his hand in mine, palm up, and smoothed my fingers over the burn. This was easier, somehow. There was a rich, quiet flow of power coming up from my feet, channeled up from the ground, and it spilled like golden light through my body and out of my stroking fingers, to coat his wound and sink in deep.

In seconds the burn was gone.

"Shit," Kevin said, and pulled his hand back to stare at it. Then he looked at me. "Thought you were Weather."

"Well, you know, I joined one of those Power-of-the-Month clubs, and it looks like I've completed the set."

His fingers curled in over the palm, hiding it. "I don't care what you are. I still don't want you in my head."

Kevin had issues, with a capital I. "I'll limit it to just what I need to know," I said.

"And what, I'm supposed to trust you?" He gave me a scorching look of contempt. "Please."

"Kevin."

"What?"

"I'm asking," I said. "I'm just asking. I won't force you to do it. I won't take it from you. But without you I don't know how we're going to do this; I really don't. You're important."

I kept it simple, and straightforward, and he frowned at me, looking for the trick. For the spin.

There wasn't any. I meant exactly what I said.

He looked away, to Cherise. She was uncharacteristically quiet and sober, and she slowly nodded.

"I'll be right here," she said. "Right here."

Kevin sank down in his chair, hands scrubbing his knees in agitation, and gave me one quick, jerky nod of acceptance.

I didn't wait for him to have second thoughts. Sometimes it's better to pull the Band-Aid off quickly.

I put my hand on his head and dropped into the world according to Kevin.

Chapter Fifteen

FOURTEEN

He was just a kid when his dad got married to the Evil Hag Bitch from Hell, just a kid, and she wouldn't leave him alone; she was always touching him, coming on to him; he was a kid...

I tried to pull away from the memories, but Kevin's mind was full of mines, booby traps, sinkholes of horrible things. He'd been a good kid once, or at least no worse than most boys his age, but throw in a stepmother who wasn't above teasing him, then using him, then outright molesting him...

Kevin's mind was a house of horrors. I was afraid to move; everything I did seemed to resonate through him, and