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strange look. "I know," he said. "I'll watch."

That was said with a good deal more seriousness. I nodded and turned again, looking behind us.

The truck was still there, but rapidly falling behind as the Mustang's engine opened up with its throaty growl. I frowned. The truck didn't seem at all intimidated by my scowl. You've seen Duel one too many times, I told myself, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something . . . something wrong. Something dangerous.

But despite all that, the steady blur of passing scenery, David's impeccable (nay, uncanny) driving, and the soft, lulling roar of road beneath tires took its toll. Before too long, I was leaning against the passenger-side window, sleepily contemplating the headlights visible in the far distance behind us, and slipping over the edge into sleep.

Or almost, anyway. I jerked myself awake with a start, banging my head against the glass, and blurted, "How are they still there? The truck? How fast are you going?"

David didn't even need to glance at the speedometer to say, "About one-fifty."

No semitruck on the planet was going to do more than eighty on these roads, and that was if they were asking for trouble, especially at night. So at half our speed, more or less, he should have been far behind us by now.

Invisibly far.

I checked the headlights again. They were still visible, and if anything, they were closer. "How fast is that truck going?"

It no longer mattered, because I felt a sudden snap of power out at sea, as if someone had pulled a steel wire taut in front of us, and I had time to see a wall of water rise up, glistening and glass-brick thick in the moonlight, beautiful and deadly. . . .

David let out an almost inaudible hiss and reacted instantly, faster than any human could have.

It was almost fast enough.

Plowing into a puddle of water three inches deep in a car going a hundred miles an hour creates an incredibly strange set of physical problems. Forces shear in unpredictable directions, and as the driver, if you don't get it right in that first second, you're out of control. Spinning, skidding, flipping . . .

If only it had been that easy. But this was a wall of water, not just a puddle. It was at least a foot thick, probably more than that, a huge amount of mass.

If we'd hit it head-on, the car would have been crushed. Instead, David's reactions were just fast enough to throw us into a skid, which burned off some of the kinetic energy. In that extra quarter second, he and I both reached out to snap apart the wall of water.

Again, we almost succeeded. It was evaporating into mist even as we hit it, but part of it was still inevitably solid.

The impact was like being slapped by God. I heard crumpling metal and I was jerked violently from side to side. The glass next to me shivered and cracked into a frosted geometric mess. I heard David's voice but couldn't sort it out; there was too much to process, and my body couldn't decide what to complain about first.

"I'm fine," I said, although I probably wasn't. David did something to the car, swore quietly, and I heard metal grinding in the engine. Well, he could fix it. He was Djinn, after all. That was what they did; they fixed things. They were nature's great handymen.

"Hold on," he said, and his hand closed over mine. I turned toward him. Mist leaked in through the window cracks. The water we'd vaporized had formed a thick, heavy, creamy fog that swallowed us up. "I love you. Hold on. I'm sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry - "

The fog was getting lighter. It wasn't anywhere near dawn. David was still talking, low and quietly.

"I can't get us out," he said. "I can get myself out, but not you. If I try to pull you out, I'll kill you. So hold on. I'll protect you. Jo, I love you. I love - "

The semitruck burst out of the fog like the red fist of a vengeful god, and I felt the surge of power around us as David pulled together a bubble of protection just before the world came to a sudden, sharp end.

"Hey."

I jerked awake, sweating and trembling. The sun was coming up, a hot blur on the horizon, and I wasn't dead - we weren't dead, and there wasn't any truck. There hadn't been any