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correct. Ashan won't interfere. He won't want me to interfere, either."

"Venna," I said, "that's Bad Bob Biringanine in charge of the Sentinels. You know what he did to Djinn before. You think he's going to be any better now? Any kinder? You can't stick your heads in the sand and pretend like you don't live here, too, as if you're not at risk. Rahel's proof of that."

No answer. She transferred her unblinking stare to me, which at least enabled the doc to make a confused, nervous getaway.

"There's a book," I said. "The kind of book Star had. You know the one. And Bad Bob has it."

Her eyes went black. Storm black. She didn't move, but there was something entirely different about her, suddenly.

I held myself very, very still.

"A book of the Ancestors?" she asked. I nodded. I was very careful about that, too. "Then he has power he should not have. Like Star."

"Does that change anything?"

She never blinked, and her eyes stayed black. "I don't know," she said. "I will find out."

That sounded ominous. She blipped away before I could ask how she intended to go about doing that, and I didn't think any amount of calling her name was going to get her back. Not now.

David was still in the shielded room. He was studying Ortega, the way someone might a fascinating abstract sculpture, trying to find meaning in random patterns. I tapped on the window and got his attention; he shook his head, as if he was trying to clear it, and came through the decontamination door. One of the NEST members tried to lecture him about procedures, but he ignored it and came directly to me.

"Radiation," I reminded him.

"I shed it in the room," he said. "How about you? How do you feel?" Oh, the joys of being Djinn . . . I wondered how much of the toxic stuff I had crawling through my cells right now. Too much, almost certainly. The Earth Wardens had done their work, so I was probably going to feel sick, but not drop dead.

Probably.

"Fantastic," I said sourly. "Do you recognize him at all?"

David's head shake was just as certain, and just as regretful about it, as Venna's had been. I could see how frustrated he was, how baffled by his inability to comprehend what was in front of him, and it scared me, too. He was one of the most powerful entities on the face of the Earth. He shouldn't have this kind of blind spot.

I was trying not to think about it as an Achilles' heel, but that was getting more difficult all the time, especially when the whole thing ran through my head and the person imprisoned on that wall and impaled by the black spear was David, not Ortega.

They wouldn't know him, I thought, with a sickening drop of my stomach. Venna, Rahel, all the Djinn - they'd just stare at his body and not know who the hell they were looking at. They wouldn't even remember him at all.

Of all the possible ways to destroy someone, that had to be the worst.

It reminded me, with a sudden snap, of how Ashan had tried to destroy me, not so long ago - on the day that my daughter had died. He'd tried to strip away not just my life, but the memory of my life. He'd been stopped midslaughter, which was why I was still around, but there was something fundamentally similar about what Ashan had done, and what was happening now, to the Djinn.

The Mother had intervened to stop him - but, I thought, that had mostly been because he'd done it on the grounds of the chapel in Sedona, on what was, for them, holy ground. The same kind of protection might not apply for David out here.

The answer was in the book. It had to be in the book.

"David - " I chose my words very carefully, remembering Venna's extreme reaction. "The book, the one that we looked at earlier - "

He raised his eyes to meet mine, and I saw surprise in them. "The Ancestor Scriptures."

"You remember them."

"Of course I remember them."

"And what about where we left them?"

"In a vault," he said promptly. "Locked up."

"Where was the vault?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. For a second he looked baffled, then angry, then blank. "I don't know," he said. "How can I not know?"

"David, what did the book say about Unmaking?"

His pupils expanded, black devouring bronze.

"Don't say that." His words had