seen Rahel do amazing things, and terrible things, but it had always been her.
This wasn't her. And suddenly, that made me angry.
"All right, Mom," I said, and climbed up to my bare feet. I'd lost my towels, not sure where or how; my cold, damp hair straggled down my back and over my shoulders, and I was unevenly coated in concrete dust like I had a serious case of mange. "You want me? Here I am!" I had a black rage boiling inside me, fueled by sheer terror, and I wasn't the type to go down without a fight. I bent and scooped up a bent piece of iron rebar. It felt gritty and cold in my hands as I took up a batting stance.
Rahel reached for me. I swung, connected with her shoulder, and the rebar snapped in half, sending a piece flying away to clatter against the rubble of the far side of the destroyed room. I wasn't done. I jabbed at her with the broken end, hoping to bury it in her guts, but she just batted it easily away. When I tried it again, she took hold of the rebar and ripped it out of my hand.
She flung it contemptuously after the other half.
I thought desperately of David--not as a savior, not as someone to come running in and sweep me off my feet. I thought how desperately I was going to miss him, and how much this would hurt him, and how sorry I was not to be able to tell him--tell him ...
As Rahel swiped a hand full of razor-sharp talons toward my neck, I knew I was going to die. I'd heard other people talk about coming to some kind of peace, acceptance, whatever.
Not me. I wanted to howl out my defiance and fury.
Instead, I ducked.
The claws missed my throat, my face, and tangled in my hair. She instantly grabbed a fistful, yanking me off balance toward her. I fought, scratched, punched, did everything I could--a wild animal, fighting for my life.
I heard a distant, wild screaming somewhere at the very limits of hearing, a banshee kind of sound that dopplered closer in seconds. A freight train full of demented shriekers, all of it hurtling straight for me.
Maybe that was death. Rahel's claws flashed, and I managed to get my arm up to defend my throat. I didn't feel the cuts, but I saw the skin part like tearing silk, weirdly beautiful. Even the spray of blood looked beautiful--brilliantly colored, every misty drop frozen in crystal clarity.
Then the screaming freight train hit me, full force, and my world went dark. Agony rolled through my body, as if every cell was being ripped apart, rolled in acid, and set aflame ...
but somehow, impossibly, I was still alive.
I heard myself shrieking, just like that sound I'd heard, and then fire exploded out of the ground to engulf me.
No, not fire.
Power.
Thick golden streams of power, flooding up my body, wreathing me in glorious streamers, whipping around and around and then plunging in to waken an explosion that should have ripped me apart.
It should have ripped the world apart.
But instead, I opened my eyes and saw the haze of the aetheric, overlaying the drab, gray destruction. I saw the swirling, unsettled energies, the anger, the stain of all the past in this place.
And I saw the Mother, looking out of a Djinn's eyes in blind, unthinking fury.
I knocked Rahel's arm aside and slammed my palm down flat against her chest, directly between her breasts. Force rippled out and down my arm, and blew explosively in a tight-focused blast from me to her.
I knocked the Djinn into the air, over a pile of fallen concrete blocks, and out into the relatively clear area of the parking lot.
I looked down at myself. I was covered in cuts, concrete dust, and blood--so much so that I might as well have been wearing a really skin- tight outfit. But everything was still working, at least while the adrenaline was pumping.
Good enough.
I walked over the broken concrete and glass, heedless of more cuts, and followed Rahel out to where she'd fallen. Not surprisingly, she was already back on her feet, and her sharp teeth glittered as she snarled.
I kept walking toward her, but as I did, I reached for power, and it came, welling up out of the ground, descending from the skies, crackling and bleeding out of every electrical impulse around me. I formed it into a ball of luminescent poison