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managed to pull over to sleep (catnaps, at best) I woke up more tired than ever. Ashan never stopped watching me. He was crazy as a rat on LSD, and I thought I could understand why; having spent time with Venna, seen how different she was from human, I could imagine the shock of being busted from Djinn back to merely mortal. Be enough to drive anybody mad-and I wasn't convinced that he hadn't been a little mad to start with. If what he'd done to me was, in fact, forbidden, he'd been playing with fire. When the old commercials said, "It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature," they hadn't exactly been kidding around.

I wondered what he'd been like before. Maybe Venna inferred that from my frequent, nervous glances in the rearview mirror, because she said about fourteen hours into the drive, "He didn't hate you at first, you know. You weren't more than an annoyance to him. It was all because of David-Ashan was jealous, and he wanted to be Jonathan's heir. You were David's weakness, so Ashan exploited that, because he wanted to destroy David before he got too powerful."

All politics. "Funny," I said. "It feels personal now."

"Now it is," she agreed. "You're like a virus, you humans. You get under our skins."

"Flattering."

She frowned. "Was it? I didn't mean it to be."

I resisted the urge to explain sarcasm to her. Barely. "What about memories? Are you going to give me his since he's human?"

She looked away. "Do you think you want them?"

"Just the ones about me."

This time, she looked at me straight on. "Do you really want them?"

I realized then what I was asking for. Not just memories of me as Ashan saw me, but the things Ashan might have done to me. To other people I loved.

To my daughter.

I cleared my throat. "Let me think about it."

She nodded. From the backseat Ashan said, in a low, harsh voice that didn't sound like it got much use, "You can't be saved, you know. Whether you die today or in fifty years, you still die."

Cheery little fella. "I'll take surviving the fifty years, if I have a choice."

He smiled thinly. "You don't." His eyes were bright-not Djinn bright, which was a whole order of magnitude weirder, but plenty bright enough to indicate crazy. "I'll freely give you my memories, meat. I want you to know everything. It would please me if you went to your death remembering every painful second of what I did to her."

I thought longingly about the Taser, then deliberately relaxed. "Can't you shut him up?" I asked Venna.

She glanced over the seat at Ashan. "I don't like to keep him unconscious all the time. It's not good for him."

"Like I care."

Venna giggled. I nearly drove off the road. "Sorry," she immediately said, subdued. "Was that wrong? I don't usually try to laugh. I never was human, you know. I never learned."

"Really? What a shock, you seem like such a regular kid." I checked the map. We were making good time, and the lodge that Venna had indicated was our stopping point for the day was only about an hour's drive down the road.

I was starting to feel pretty good about the possibilities when I felt the engine give the tiniest little hitch.

"No," I whispered.

There it was again. Stronger. It sent a shudder through the car.

"No!"

The third time, the whole engine seized up with a clatter of valves. Great. "Venna! Little help!"

But she wasn't looking at me. I wasn't even sure if she'd realized we were coasting to a stop at the side of the road.

"She's found you," said Ashan, and smiled coldly. "They may kill me, but I think they'll kill you, too. And that would be worth my death."

"Venna!" I pumped my foot on the gas, but it was stupid; the car wasn't going anywhere, not without supernatural repairs. "Dammit-"

"He's right," Venna said. Her voice sounded colorless, emotionless, but there was a bright spark of fear in her eyes. "David broke my shields. He must know I was hiding you. They're coming, and they'll kill Ashan. I can't risk that."

I couldn't help but think that it was the threat to Ashan that got her interested, but I didn't have time to think about it; something happened to the car's engine, and it choked, growled, and caught fire again. The car leaped forward. I hastily shifted gears to accommodate.

"Maybe we should talk-" I began.

"No! Drive!" Some invisible force slammed the gas pedal down, and