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with a suspiciously long silence, as if he'd already known and had hoped to keep it from me. That would have been par for the course.

I also gave him the update about the book, and realized midway through that I didn't actually know what it was David had read that had so unnerved him. It didn't tactically matter to Lewis, but it mattered to me, so after I finished the call, I asked.

"The Unmaking," David said. "I didn't think - until I read it in the book, I didn't think what you were describing could be true. The Unmaking is the opposite of creation."

"Antimatter."

He nodded slightly. "You see it as science; we can't see it at all, but the Ancestor Scriptures tell us that if it can be brought forth, it will feed on and destroy all Djinn, and we won't be able to see it. It's been thought to be nothing but a ghost. A boogeyman."

"But it's real," I said. "It's the black shard, the one we found in the dead Djinn. That was a dead Djinn."

"It's how they grew more of the Unmaking," David said. I saw his throat work as he swallowed. "It feeds and grows inside a Djinn. What you found was just the husk, discarded and left behind. The Unmaking itself is far, far more powerful. That's how the Sentinels are able to wield so much power; they steal the energy that pours from the Unmaking's destruction of the world around it." He closed his eyes briefly. "I sent Rahel to them without any idea of the danger."

"You couldn't have known!"

He ignored my attempt to mitigate things. "Ortega should have been back by now."

"Maybe he's having trouble finding them - "

"No." His eyes unfocused into the distance. "No, that's not it."

I felt a sick lurch. "David?"

"He's - " David reeled, as if he'd been slapped, and crashed into a table that held a glittering display of crystal. He went down amid a shower of glass like falling stars. I threw myself onto my knees next to him, trying to think what kind of first aid I could do for a Djinn, and saw a sickening blackness bloom along the right side of his face, like fast-growing mold. His mouth stretched in a silent scream, and his eyes flared a muddy red. "Ortega," he gasped. "Help him. I'll hold on to him as long as I can, but you have to help him!"

Ortega was under direct attack, and it was manifesting in David. Of course it was; he was the Conduit. Until he severed the connection, and left Ortega to die alone, he would suffer along with him.

I launched myself up on the aetheric, burning through the six inches of steel roof like mist, all the way up until the entire Florida coastline was below me, sparking and burning with psychic energy. It wasn't hard to identify the trouble spot; it was a huge red dome of boiling, smoky power, and as I plunged down toward it, I felt the turbulence of the ongoing battle batter me, threatening to rip me apart. I couldn't spot Djinn on the aetheric; they were like ghosts, flitting out of the corners of my eyes. But I could see the destruction.

Oversight isn't ideal to seeing the details of an event, but it is useful for watching the ebb and flow of power. Ortega was an elusive sparkling shadow, dodging between thick threads of power that formed psychic nets; the Sentinels were trying to trap him. They'd already hurt him. I could see the darkness in him, just as it had been manifesting in David back in the real world.

I could sense his fury and despair. He couldn't get free. There was something holding him here, something -

I needed to get to him. Quickly. But instant transportation was a Djinn thing, and mostly fatal to humans; the only Djinn I'd ever known who could carry a human from one point to another without leaving pieces behind was Venna.

I slammed back down into my skin, a disorienting shock that I ignored because I didn't have time for it. David was writhing amid the broken glass, fighting for control. My hands hovered over him, but I didn't want to try to touch him. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it was beyond my capacity to fight.

"Trying - trying to hold him," David gasped. "Have to - "

David was choosing this. Ortega was in trouble, and David was trying to anchor him,