was there, pulling you out of the car." David was watching her, too, and I couldn't mistake what was in his eyes for anything but worry. "She kept the car from catching fire until we were both out. Otherwise I think you'd be dead."
I took a breath, let it out, and nodded. "Does she know about you?"
"I don't think so. I've been careful."
That didn't unknot the tension from my shoulder blades. "Yeah, well, keep it up. I love her, but-you be careful."
I went after Star toward nature's Porta Potti. She was already taking advantage of the lack of facilities, and she looked absolutely comfortable doing it, but then she was the outdoorsy L.L. Bean type. Me, I circled around, looking for a comfortable piece of ground free of any hint of fire ants, wasps, or other hazards to my exposed behind. Star finished up and went back toward David. I skinned down my pants.
"Is this a bad time?" a voice asked me when I was halfway to a crouch. I yelped and scrambled back up, tripped over my pants and almost fell. "Over here, Snow White."
I turned while I yanked up my waistband. Paul's Djinn, Rahel, still in her sunshine yellow suit, sat primly on a tree stump, inspecting her nails.
"Please, go ahead," she invited. "You're not bothering me. I have all the time in the world."
"What do you want?" Although I figured I knew. . . . This was what I'd been dreading. Marion, for whatever reason, hadn't used her Djinn against me, but there were plenty of Wardens willing and able to do so-Paul, for one. I couldn't take Rahel in a straight fight. Nobody could, except another Djinn.
Which was why there weren't a lot of territorial disputes at the upper levels of the Wardens. I was worn out, maybe David-no, it would be suicide for David to get into this. He was depleted, and he was masterless; she'd break him with a snap of her well-manicured fingers.
"Your attention, please," she said, and clicked her nails together. They looked glossy and sharp. Her hundreds of braids rustled as she turned her head toward me, a dry sound, like bones rattling. "You're going the wrong way."
Not what I'd expected. I was braced for a fight, and the lack of one threw me. "Excuse me?"
Rahel hopped down from her perch and slinked in my direction. I fought the almost uncontrollable urge to back up; my heels were already sinking into damp ground. "I said . . . you're going . . . the wrong . . . way. Snow White. Go back where you were told to go."
I was feeling difficult. "Or?"
She lunged at me, caught my arm in one hand, and leveled the other right in front of me, claws out an inch from my eyes. "There is no or, fool. You do what I tell you, when I tell you."
I kept my chin up and looked past those razor-sharp, carefully manicured nails to her beast-yellow eyes. She was doing something with her lips, but it had only a superficial resemblance to a smile.
"Death lies ahead," she said. "Certain and unforgiving. Behind you lies opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?"
"To choose as you wish."
I didn't get it. "Did Paul tell you to be deliberately obscure, or is this just a personal preference with you?"
No answer. Just that steady, predatory stare.
It clicked together in my head. Duh. "You're not Paul's Djinn at all, are you? I just assumed you were, and you never told me different. Right?"
"Yes." Teeth flashed. "Now you can decide which question I've answered."
"Doesn't matter, I didn't ask any of them in ritual. Let me try again. You're not Paul's Djinn at all, are you?"
"You can't outrun what's coming. Go back. You must make a choice."
"Third time's the charm, sunshine. You're not Paul's Djinn at all, are-?" Before I could finish asking the ritual third, her hand was around my throat, choking the question off. I gagged, tried to pull free, and couldn't. Her eyes were full of fury.
"Ask me no questions," she purred, "and I'll tell you no lies, Child of Demons. Go back the way you came."
She let the pressure ease enough for me to gulp in a breath and ask, "Why should I?"
Rahel let go of my throat and snapped her fingers. "You have two paths ahead of you.