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prayer, and felt suitably guilty for not summoning a minister to oversee the whole shebang
despite the obvious danger it would ve caused her  I moved on to the next order of
business.
 So, now that the Magistrate can t come after me, why do you think he let me go the way
he did? Why make me think Matt rescued me?
 It depends what he knows about you, said Dave.  Looking at it from a military
perspective at least, you ve got to wonder what he stands to gain from your release if he
thinks you re just some girl as opposed to  
 A Sensitive who has died twice and been brought back twice by Raoul. To fight for
Raoul.
 So, assuming the Magistrate somehow has access to your background, how much do we
really know about Raoul? asked Dave. We looked at each other. Not a lot. There was
that undercurrent that, when you started to translate it into words, began to erode. And
made you look idiotic for trusting it. All we really knew for sure was that he was a force
for good in the world. That we worked for him. And now I might be in trouble as a result.
I reached into my jacket for my cards. I wished I could shuffle them, but for now it would
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have to be enough just to hold them in my hand and pace.  Okay, let s put ourselves in the
demon s head if we can. What do they always want?
 Souls, everybody chorused.
 He could ve had mine easy. I was good and stuck, but he let me go.
 Bait for the bigger fish? suggested Dave.
 As in Raoul? I asked.  If I thought Matt was working for Raoul in another capacity,
would I go running back to him, demanding an explanation? Yeah, maybe. Even if it
meant certain death for me. In which case, the Magistrate could easily follow me, because
of the Mark. He could grab Raoul while he was sitting there with his defenses down and,
no doubt, take me along with him.
 Should you warn him?
I frowned at my brother.  Don t you two ever talk?
He suddenly found the curtain rod fascinating.  This is the job I was meant to do. I figure
if he has a problem with my performance he ll let me know.
Okay. So maybe Dave was more of a consultant. Like Bergman. And Raoul was waiting
for just the right time to access his skills. Which might take forever if they had to actually
talk. Because communication is such a two-edged sword for guys. On the one hand, they
almost always mean what they say. Refreshing, I know. On the other hand, getting them to
actually say it can be like coaxing a corpse to tap dance. Not that it can t be done. But it s
so freaking exhausting. Not to mention the cost in heavyweight fishing line and Savion
Glover videos.
I sighed.  Yes, I ll speak to him. By the way, Grace isn t your mole. Vayl and I have been
taking turns watching her almost since we arrived. We found her behavior the most . . .
suspect, I told him, feeling slightly apologetic now I knew she was innocent. An ass, yes,
but a loyal one.  She hasn t been in this room at all.
 So who do we have left? Dave murmured sadly.  The mole is either Cam, Jet, or
Natchez. He went to the bench and sank down onto it, clasping his hands between his
knees, staring at the ornate carpet. Cassandra followed, sat beside him.
 Can you tell us more about these men? she asked.
 What about you? he snapped.  Why can t you just tap them and tell who s betrayed
me?
She flinched, almost as if he d hit her.  I m sorry, he said instantly.  I just can t believe . .
. you can t imagine what we ve been through together.
 Our original plan was for me to try to divine their purposes, Cassandra assured him.
 Unfortunately, something happened to me the moment I touched you. I was afraid to
speak. And I wasn t sure until I linked with Jasmine just now. And nothing happened.
Then I knew. I ve gone muddled.
I guess we were all kind of gaping at her like seals at the zoo, hoping for a jaw full of fish.
Tears sprang to her eyes.  It s not something over which I have any control. One doesn t
plan for these things!
 What do you mean by muddled? I asked.
Cassandra tended to play with her hands when nervous. Since she wore multiple rings on
her long, slender fingers, it was a wonder little golden circlets weren t popping off her
knuckles like tiddlywinks. She darted one glance at Dave and then refused to look at him
anymore as she told me,  Sometimes a Seer who is overwhelmed by a strong emotion
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becomes so inundated by all the wonderful possibilities that emotion opens up to her that
she can See no other visions. That is what has happened to me.
It took me about a half a second to get it, and then, oh baby, did I!  You mean  
 Yes, she interrupted,  exactly.
 I don t get it, said Cole. He moved to sit on the valet chair. His costume looked odd to
me, though his beige-and-white-striped shirt and olive-green pants weren t that different
from any of the other guys . Then I realized I was missing the red high-tops he typically
wore.  Are you, like, too scared to See? he asked her.
 No.
 Then what is it? asked Bergman.
Cassandra gave me a pleading look.
I shook my head, too unsure of how I felt about the event to actually describe it aloud.  I
think you re going to have to tell them, I said.
 Now?
Dave took Cassandra s hand in his. Her eyes went wide and a bemused sort of half smile
spread across her face as he said,  Look, I d appreciate anything you can do. Wondering
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