Rachel Caine - Thin Air

The other two in the room had been waiting for us at the lodge: Marion and Paul. Marion looked tired, but I couldn’t see any long-term effects from our last encounter. I was glad, because I had the feeling that damaging Marion would be a very bad move on many different levels.

Paul looked pissed. He was scary when he was pissed.

“The other one convinced all of us,” Lewis said. “She told us what we wanted to hear, and we all bought in. But it wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. And now she’s out there, and we need to stop her.”

“This is bullshit !” Paul spit, and stalked away, arms folded, to stare out the big picture window at the gorgeous view. I exchanged a look with Lewis, then got up and went to stand next to Paul, my hands folded on the windowsill. “Don’t try to slick me, chickie. I got zero reason to believe you, either.”

“That’s true,” I said, and turned to look him right in the eyes, then jerked my head to the door. “Can we talk in private? Please?”

He glanced at the others, suspicion grooved so deep into his face it looked like tribal tattoos. “I got nothing to say to you.”

“Paul.” I kept watching him, then turned and walked to the door. I didn’t look back, but after a few seconds of silence I heard his heavy footsteps coming after me. The next room over was a small library. No fires lit in this room; it was cool and smelled of old paper, spiced with a hint of pumpkin from a bowl of potpourri. The curtains were drawn over the single window, and I shut the door after Paul followed me inside, and leaned against it with the knob digging into my back.

He folded his arms and glared. “What? And don’t even think about touching me, bitch.”

“You seem pretty angry about being fooled. Just what did she do to get you on her side?”

He went white, then mottled red. He didn’t answer.

“Paul,” I said. “Look, I don’t remember you, okay? All I have is memories from a few people-”

“Yeah.” He snorted. “Heard what you did to Marion and the folks at the clinic. Sounds like you’re the menace, not the other one.”

“-and a whole lot of guesses. You and me, we were never…?” I was keeping my voice very low, although I wasn’t stupid enough to assume that the rest of them couldn’t hear me if they wanted to eavesdrop. Especially David.

Paul shrugged, looking extremely uncomfortable. “None of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a no. Then why am I thinking you’re looking at me in a whole different way than you were the last time I met you?”

He gave me a miserable look and scrubbed his hands over his dark five-o’clock shadow. “Jesus fucking Christ, don’t go there.” His voice had dropped to an urgent whisper. I matched it.

“Did she? Go there?”

Of course she had. He looked helplessly at me, and I understood. Evil Twin had set out to win over every single person that I could count on, and Paul had an Achilles’ heel…he wanted me. So…she gave him what he wanted. And somehow she’d kept David from knowing it. (Because otherwise Paul wouldn’t be standing here intact and unharmed. I knew that without the benefit of any memories.)

I shook my head. “Paul, that wasn’t me. She wasn’t me.”

“So you say. Sorry, but I’m not buying the next load of crap to get trucked by.” He was looking a little ill now. “That was you. Joanne. Christ, I’ve known her-you-half your life. I’d know the difference!”

The scariest thing about it? Maybe he was right about that. Maybe the Demon really had become more me than me.

“She showed you what she wanted you to see,” I said. “She showed David the faithful lover. She showed each of you exactly what would get her the maximum mileage…” God, what had she shown Lewis? One hell of a good time. I tried hard not to even consider it. “She wanted you on her side. Against me.”

“I repeat: I got zero reason to believe you. And I’m not hearing anything to convince me.”

I spread my arms. “I’m not a Demon. You can check.”

“How do you think we do that? It’s not the fucking Inquisition around here.”

“Ask Marion. She’d know. She can see Demon Marks.” Which begged the question…“Why didn’t she recognize Evil Twin?” I asked it aloud, not expecting an answer, but surprisingly Paul actually had one.

“She wasn’t awake,” he said. “After you pulled your stunt that night in the clinic, she was in a coma. She came out of it this morning.”

“When the person you thought of as me left,” I said. He frowned and nodded. “Well, that’s a coincidence. Lucky E.T. didn’t just kill her.”

He looked suddenly ill.

“What?”

Paul’s mouth opened and closed, then opened again to say, “Marion’s breathing stopped three times in the night. If there hadn’t been an Earth Warden with her…”

Evil Twin didn’t dare act directly, then, not if she was trying to carry on her campaign to become the one true Joanne. That had saved Marion’s life. No doubt E.T. would have been delighted to have dispatched one of the only people in the world who could see her true, unpleasant nature. But Faux Joanne probably would have managed to keep her in a coma indefinitely, until an opportunity came around to quietly shuffle her offstage.

Paul’s gaze, which had unfocused to mull things over, sharpened back on me. “How do I know you weren’t behind that?”

“We could play this game all day, Paul, but the point is, I’m here, Marion’s awake, and she’s not pointing at me and screaming, ‘Demon,’ now, is she? So you’re going to have to take something on faith.” My turn to fold my arms and frown. “Paul, if I was in love with David, I’d never have slipped off with you. Not that you aren’t studly, but…”

He looked deeply uncomfortable. Shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. Adjusted the limp tie at the collar of his much-rumpled business shirt, which was finely tailored but not up to the rigors of a Joanne Baldwin crisis. “Yeah,” he mumbled to the floor. “I guess I knew that. I’ve known you a long time. You’re a tease, but-”

“Tease?”

“Flirt,” he amended hastily. “Jesus. Touchy, ain’t ya? Look, whatever happened, the point is, she didn’t get what she wanted, right?”

I wasn’t so sure of that. “What did she want?” I pushed away from the door and paced a little, nervous and chilly. “She wanted to cut me off from any support, sure, but it was more than that. She went out of her way to enlist people. She wanted to be part of the Wardens. Why?”

“Because you were?”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t just that she wanted a life. It’s more than that.” I remembered the way she’d felt in the clinic when she’d been about to kill me. And even back in the forest before the helicopter rescue. She’d refined her methods, but what she wanted wasn’t just to be me. “Before she came after me, she took over Kevin. She wanted something, and it wasn’t just about finding me, because she took him over when he was fighting the California fire-when was that?”

Paul pulled a handheld computer from his pocket and booted it up with a press of his thumb. He had big hands, but he was good with them, tapping out commands with effortless speed. “Same day,” he said. “Same day you disappeared in Sedona.”

I nodded. “Then I need to talk to Kevin. Now.”

Summoning Kevin for a personal chat took about an hour, during which somebody provided lunch; I’d forgotten how good food could taste, and devoured two sandwiches without pausing for much beyond swigs of bottled water. Oh, it was good. I’d been willing to settle for some of Lewis’s stale trail bars.