Passion - By Lauren Kate Page 0,10

to light the road. Luce blinked a few times to help her eyes adjust. They were standing in front of what looked like a very long ditch, right in the middle of the city.

There must have been a hundred people there. All of them bundled up to their ears. Some were down on their knees, digging with shovels. Some were digging with their hands. Some stood as if frozen, watching the sky. A few soldiers carted off heavy loads of earth and rock in splintery wheelbarrows and farm carts to add to the rubble barricade at the end of the street. Their bodies were hidden under thick army-issue wool coats that billowed out around their knees, but beneath their steel hats, their faces were as gaunt as any of the civilians'. Lucinda understood that they were all working together, the men in uniform and the women and children, turning their city into a fortress, doing anything they could, down to the very last minute, to keep the enemy tanks out.

Kristina, her grandmother called, the same notes of panic-washed love in her voice as when she'd been looking for Luce.

A girl appeared at their side almost instantly. What took you so long?

Tall and thin, with dark strands of hair escaping from under the porkpie hat on her head, Kristina was so beautiful, Luce had to swallow a lump in her throat. She recognized the girl as family right away.

Seeing Kristina reminded Luce of Vera, another past life's sister. Luce must have had a hundred sisters across time. A thousand. All of them would have gone through something similar. Sisters and brothers and parents and friends whom Luce must have loved, then lost. None of them had known what was coming. All of them had been left behind to grieve.

Maybe there was a way to change that, to make it easier on the people who'd loved her. Maybe that was part of what Luce could do in her past lives.

The great boom of something exploding sounded across town. Close enough that the ground rocked under Luce's feet and her right eardrum felt like it was splitting. On the corner, air-raid sirens started going off.

Baba. Kristina took hold of her grandmother's arm. She was near tears. The Nazis--they're here, aren't they?

The Germans. Luce's first time stepping through time on her own and she'd landed smack in World War II. They're attacking Moscow? Her voice wobbled. Tonight?

We should have left town with the others, Kristina said bitterly. Now it is too late.

And abandoned your mother and your father and your grandfather, too? Baba shook her head. Left them alone in their graves?

Better we should join them in the cemetery? Kristina spat back. She reached for Luce, squeezing her arm. Did you know about the raid? You and your kulak friend? Is that why you didn't come to work this morning? You were with him, weren't you?

What did her sister think Luce could possibly have known? Who would she have been with?

Who but Daniel?

Of course. Luschka must be with him right now. And if her own family members were confusing that Luschka with Luce ...

Her chest constricted. How much time did she have left before she died? What if Luce could find Luschka before it happened?

"Luschka."

Her sister and grandmother were staring at her.

What's wrong with her tonight? Kristina asked.

"Lets go." Baba scowled. You think the Moscovitches are going to hold open their basement forever?

The long drone of a fighter plane's propellers sounded over them in the sky. Close enough that when Luce looked up, the dark swastika painted on the underside of its wings was clear. It sent a shiver through her. Then another boom rocked the city, and the air grew caustic with dark smoke. They'd hit something nearby. Two more massive explosions made the ground shudder beneath her feet.

It was chaos on the street. The crowd at the trenches was disappearing, everyone scattering up a dozen narrow streets. Some hustled down the stairs of the metro station on the corner to wait out the bombs underground; others disappeared into dark doorways.

A block away, Luce caught a glimpse of someone running: a girl, about her age, in a red hat and a long wool coat. She turned her head for just a second before she sprinted on. But it was long enough for Luce to know.

There she was.

Luschka.

She wrestled free of Baba's arm. I'm sorry. I have to go.

Luce took a deep breath and ran down the street, straight into the roiling smoke, toward