her eyes when she did it, half expecting to get zapped into oblivion, but instead, nothing happened. She could still feel the power, but the boots were insulating her, as were her own rubber-soled shoes.
Claire yanked down on the switch, using all of her strength, and for a second it seemed it wouldn't give--but then it did, snapping to the off position with a sudden, shocking clank of metal.
And it didn't matter. Nothing happened.
The machine kept running.
Claire stripped the boots off her hands and tossed them to Eve, who quickly bent over to put them on her feet, unfastened.
"I knew someone like you would come," Myrnin said, and Claire thought he was somewhere behind the machine, hard to see, harder to reach. "Someone who wanted to destroy everything. Someone who wanted to bring down Morganville. I've been working for days to be sure you wouldn't succeed. Save yourselves. Leave now."
"Myrnin, there's nothing here to save! It's just a machine, and it's broken! Ada's gone!"
He hissed, and there was fury in his voice when he said, "Don't you say that. Don't you ever say that."
There was a choked cry, and a sudden, violent flurry of motion in the dark where Myrnin was hiding.
Oliver staggered backward and fell into a pool of light. His face was twisted, and there was a silver stake buried deep in his chest. He went limp and stayed that way.
Claire rushed forward, but before she could get to him, Myrnin stepped out of the dark and grabbed her. She hadn't seen him coming, and couldn't twist out of the way in time. He had her in a split second, dragging her away from Oliver and off into the shadows with his hand over her mouth.
"No!" Shane yelled, and ran forward to yank the stake out of Oliver's chest. Oliver convulsed and rolled over on his side, but Shane hardly even paused.
He came after Myrnin and Claire with the weapon.
Frank Collins grabbed his son from behind and slung him out of the way just as Shane hit a trip wire, almost invisible in the dim light.
All Claire could see from her perspective was a brilliant flash of light, which was followed almost immediately by an incredible, numbing roar of sound. She felt stinging cuts open up on her body, even as Myrnin shoved her down to the floor and fell atop her, and a choking wave of dust washed over her. She twisted free of Myrnin, who was lying dazed, and tried to scramble to her feet.
In front of the machine, a huge metal column had tipped over and pinned Frank Collins in a pile of rubble. Shane was lying a few feet away, covered in pale dust but still alive and breathing; as Claire pulled herself up, she saw Michael get to him and check his pulse. He gave her a thumbs-up gesture, then moved to where Frank was pinned. He tried to lift the metal column, but it was too heavy even for his vampire strength.
And Frank didn't look good. There was a steady, thick stream of blood running from his chest to pool on the floor around him.
"Help me!" Michael yelled, and Oliver managed to crawl over and put his shoulder to the pylon as well. "Push!"
"No use," Frank gasped. "I'm done. Finish this. Claire, finish it."
She turned toward the console of the machine. It was covered in dust, and the screen was cracked, but it was still alive and working. She reached for a handful of wiring, but stopped just an inch away as she felt the hair on her arms stirring and standing up.
"You can't," Myrnin said as he rolled over and stared at her. "You can't stop it. It's all right. Once you let go, it feels better. You'll feel better. Just . . . let go."
"I can't do that." She was crying now, out of sheer frustration and fright. "Help me. Help me!"
"It can't be turned off now," Myrnin said. "I made sure. Ada won't ever be hurt again. Not by you, not by me. She's safe."
"She's killing us!" Claire screamed. "God! Stop!"
"No, she's fixing us," Myrnin said. "Don't you understand? I read the journals, the ones upstairs. Morganville hasn't been right for years. It's been changing, turning into something wrong. She's made us right again. All of us."
"Bullshit," Frank Collins said, and coughed blood. "Shut it down, Myrnin. You have to do it."
Myrnin looked at him over the pile of rubble. "Don't you want to go back to when you