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her, right?"

He didn't speak at all. He traced his thumbs down the line of my chin, and there was a light in him that made me kindle in response. I kissed him, breathless with relief, and he responded so ardently I felt faintly embarrassed to be doing this in public view. The kiss was a promise, intimate and gentle, of a lot more to come. When I pulled back his hands continued to move over me, restless and frantic, silently assuring me that he knew. He knew.

The Wardens were all looking at Lewis. Lewis, in turn, was staring at the two of us with a stone-hard expression and dark, impenetrable eyes.

And then he smiled, and there was a trace of bitterness in it, but just a trace. The rest was pure satisfaction. "Well, that was close," Lewis said, and jerked his head at the other Wardens. "Glad to be right. Back off. Give them some air."

The Wardens clustered together, murmuring in low voices. Lewis didn't join them. He took a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed, said a few words, and sat down on a log to wait.

I focused back on David. "You really thought that bitch was me?" He flinched. "Oh, come on. You didn't."

His hands stroked through my hair, combing out tangles and curls. It fell in a shining black silk curtain over my shoulders and his hands. "I love your hair," he whispered. "Did I ever tell you that?"

"Can't remember," I said, and smiled just a little. "Sorry. Nothing personal. The other one's got my memories. I'm still brain-damaged."

He sighed and rested his forehead against mine, a gesture of trust more intimate than a kiss. "The morning after we got you to the clinic, you-went crazy. Tried to kill the staff and escape," he said. "We found you and restrained you, and when you woke up, you...remembered. You were all right again." Shadows flickered in his eyes. "Except you weren't. And it wasn't you. It was her." He swallowed hard. "But she remembered, Jo. She remembered Imara. She knew your past, she knew me-I had no reason to doubt it. She felt..."

"Real," I supplied soberly. "I know. It's not your fault. She knew what you wanted, what you needed, and she played right to it. I can't blame you. I wouldn't have believed me, either. She set me up good. Pretty stiff competition."

"She's not competition," he said, and kissed me, fast and hard. "She's been voted off the island."

I didn't know why that was funny, but it was, and I felt giggles bubbling up inside me, hot and giddy. "Speaking of islands, I'd really like to be on one. A deserted one, with sandy beaches and warm breezes and-"

"And clothing optional?" he murmured. "I'd like that, too."

"Well? Get to it, Magic Man." I wasn't serious, and he wasn't taking me seriously. Man, being responsible was a huge pain in the ass. "David-I still don't remember. What memories I have, they're borrowed, they're not mine. But my feelings...those are mine. And they're real."

His hands went still, waiting.

"I have these feelings for you that I really can't-God. David, look, if you want to go find Joanne Number Two, go ahead. She's a ready-made girlfriend, I'm kind of a DIY project, at best."

He gave me a slow, wicked smile. "But I like working with my hands."

I fought the urge to melt against him. "What are we going to do about her?"

His eyes, which had faded to a warm human brown, flared back to bronze. "She tried to convince me to kill you," he said. "I don't know what she'll do next."

"Well, Venna had a plan-"

"Venna. I thought she'd been deceived." David smiled crookedly, well aware how ironic that was now. "She was protecting you. From me."

"I'm not so shortsighted," Venna said, out of nowhere. I jumped. Five feet away, the air shimmered, shifted, and revealed Venna's tiny, tidy figure-spotless, composed, back in her Alice-themed dress and pinafore. She smiled slightly. Nothing innocent about it.

At her feet lay Ashan, unconscious.

"I wasn't just protecting her," Venna continued, as if she'd been part of the conversation all along. "What Ashan did caused an imbalance, and the Demon took advantage. We have to right the balance-you know that. Joanne is a means to an end."

David's eyes were fixed on Ashan. "What about him?"

"All locks have keys."

"You can make duplicate keys," David said, "when you break one."

To his credit, David didn't rip Ashan in half on sight. I suspected that was because of