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more potential victims. The fewer we have to worry about, the better."

"But we have to get out of here!"

"And we will," Lewis said, and leaned his head against the wall with his eyes shut. His skin was the color of old, wet paper. "But David's right. Bringing people into this is a bad idea, both for them and for us. We need to find our own way out, and to do that, we need rest."

"But-" Lewis needed rest, that much was clear. I turned to David. "Seriously, can't you see he's hurt? Can't you do anything for him?"

"If he'd let me," David said. "Which I doubt."

"I'm fine," Lewis growled.

"See?"

"Lewis," I pleaded. "Don't be a dick. Okay, if you're going to be a dick, at least be smart. You'll slow us down. I need you in shape to get me out of here, right?"

Lewis didn't open his eyes, but after a long moment, he nodded. David stood up and walked to him, put a hand lightly on his shoulder, and then moved it to the back of his neck. He crouched down next to him, and his eyes burned like lava in the darkness, nearly bright enough to read by.

Lewis made a sound. Not a happy one. His face went an even more alarming shade of gray. "Sorry," David said quietly. "You should have let me do this sooner. There's damage to your lungs."

Lewis just nodded, tight-lipped. He was sweating from the pain, and his hands were trembling where they gripped the foil blanket around him.

With a glance at me, David brushed his other hand across Lewis's forehead, and with a sigh, the man's long body relaxed against the wall.

Out like a light.

"He'll be better when he wakes." David settled Lewis more comfortably, then turned back to me. "He was afraid to let go. He didn't want to leave you alone with me."

"What?" I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. "Why?"

David smiled slowly. "Because like most Wardens right now, Lewis doesn't fully trust the Djinn. Even though I have more reason than anyone else to want to keep you safe." David eased down on the rock next to me, not quite close enough to touch. "He thinks my loyalties are divided. He's right, of course. And the Djinn certainly aren't making any of this easier."

"What do the Djinn have against me?" Was there anybody who didn't hate my guts?

"You, personally? Nothing, really. But many of them hate Wardens, and most of the rest have a kind of benign contempt for humankind in general. Our two species are not friends," he said. "We're barely neighbors."

"What about you and me?" My eyebrows rose. "I thought we were neighborly."

"We're different."

"But Lewis is still worried about you. Because you're Djinn."

"Exactly," David said. His eyes met mine, and in the shadows they were dark, human, and very gentle. "And as I said, he's right to be worried. I won't hurt you, Jo. I swear that. But I can't make that vow for other Djinn, not yet. There's too much anger. And-long-term, the future for us may not be bright."

I sucked down a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about relationships. Look, Lewis said the only way to stop a Demon was to throw a Djinn at it. Which I guess used to be an easier answer-"

"Try convenient," David said. "At least when the Wardens had plenty of Djinn as slaves. Now, they'll have to rely on our goodwill if they face a true crisis. Which, as I've said, isn't extensive." He glanced sideways at me, then became very interested in the deep, still waters of the black pond. "I wish I could tell you that I would sacrifice myself for you, if I had to. I would give anything to tell you that, and a few months ago I would have, without hesitation. But now-now I have to think of my people. I can't confront a Demon, not directly. Not even to save your life. I also can't order one of my people to do it. Lewis knows that."

I could tell what saying that cost him, and I didn't quite know how to answer. It took me a few seconds to work it out, and when I spoke, my voice sounded soft and very tentative. "You're ashamed of that, but you shouldn't be. It's okay, I'd never ask you to risk your life-or any Djinn's life-for me. I don't want Lewis to do it, either. If it comes down to it"-I swallowed, hard-"I want