lined with dull red。 Our mouth tasted of dust； and at first we were sure that we had dreamed Uncle Jeb’s
appearance。 Of course we had。
Our head was clearer this morning； and we noticed quickly the strange shape near our right
cheek—something that was not a rock or a cactus。 We touched it； and it was hard and smooth。 We
nudged it； and the delicious sound of sloshing water came from inside。
Uncle Jeb was real； and he’d left us a canteen。
Our fingers were stiff and clumsy as we twisted the cap from the top of the canteen。 It wasn’t all the way
full； but there was enough water to stretch the walls of our belly again—it must have shrunk。 We drank it
all； we were done with rationing。
We dropped the metal canteen to the sand； where it made a dull thud in the predawn silence。 We felt
wide awake now。 We sighed； preferring unconsciousness； and let our head fall into our hands。 What
now？
“Why did you give it water； Jeb？” an angry voice demanded； close behind our back。
We whirled； twisting onto our knees。 What we saw made our heart falter and our awareness splinter
apart。
There were eight humans half…circled around where I knelt under the tree。 There was no question they
were humans； all of them。 I’d never seen faces contorted into such expressions—not on my kind。 These
lips twisted with hatred； pulled back over clenched teeth like wild animals。 These brows pulled low over
eyes that burned with fury。
Six men and two women； some of them very big； most of them bigger than me。 I felt the blood drain
from my face as I realized why they held their hands so oddly—gripped tightly in front of them； each
balancing an object。 They held weapons。 Some held blades—a few short ones like those I had kept in
my kitchen； and some longer； one huge and menacing。 This knife had no purpose in a kitchen。 Melanie
supplied the name： amachete。
Others held long bars； some metal； some wooden。 Clubs。
I recognized Uncle Jeb in their midst。 Held loosely in his hands was an object I’d never seen in person；
only in Melanie’s memories； like the big knife。 It was a rifle。
I saw horror； but Melanie saw all this with wonder； her mind boggling at their numbers。 Eight human
survivors。 She’d thought Jeb was alone or； in the best case scenario； with only two others。 To see so
many of her kind alive filled her with joy。
You’re an idiot；I told her。Look at them。 See them。
I forced her to see it from my perspective： to see the threatening shapes inside the dirty jeans and light
cotton shirts； brown with dust。 They might have been human—as she thought of the word—once； but at
this moment they were something else。 They were barbarians； monsters。 They hung over us； slavering for
blood。
There was a death sentence in every pair of eyes。
Melanie saw all this and； though grudgingly； she had to admit that I was right。 At this moment； her
beloved humans were at their worst—like the newspaper stories we’d seen in the abandoned shack。 We
were looking at killers。
We should have been wiser； we should have died yesterday。
A shiver passed through me at the thought。 I’d skimmed through the histories of human atrocities。 I’d
had no stomach for them。 Perhaps I should have concentrated better。 I knew there were reasons why
humans let their enemies live； for a little while。 Things they wanted from their minds or their bodies…
Of course it sprang into my head immediately—the one secret they would want from me。 The one I
could never； never tell them。 No matter what they did to me。 I would have to kill myself first。
I did not let Melanie see the secret I protected。 I used her own defenses against her and threw up a wall
in my head to hide behind while I thought of the information for the first time since implantation。 There
had been no reason to think of it before。
Melanie was hardly even curious on the other side of the wall； she made no effort to break through it。
There were much more immediate concerns than the fact that she had not been the only one keeping
information in reserve。
Did it matter that I protected my secret from her？ I wasn’t as strong as Melanie； I had no doubt she
could endure torture。 How much pain could I stand before I gave them anything they wanted？
My stomach heaved。 Suicide was a repugnant option—worse because it would be murder； too。 Melanie
would be part of either torture or death。 I would wait for that until I had absolutely no other choice。
No； they can’t。 Uncle Jeb would never let them hurt me。
Uncle Jeb doesn’t know you’re here；I reminded her。
Tell him！
I focused on the old man’s face。 The thick white beard kept me from seeing the set of his mouth； but his
eyes did not seem to burn like the others’。 From the corner of my eye； I could see a few of the men shift
their gaze from me to him。 They were waiting for him to answer the question that had alerted me to their
presence。 Uncle Jeb stared at me； ignoring them。
I can’t tell him； Melanie。 He won’t believe me。 And if they think I’m lying to them； they’ll think
I’m a Seeker。 They must have experience enough to know that only a Seeker would e out here
with a lie； a story designed for infiltration。
Melanie recognized the truth of my thought at once。 The very wordSeeker made her recoil with hatred；
and she knew these strangers would have the same reaction。
It doesn’t matter anyway。 I’m a soul—that’s enough for them。
The one with the machete—the biggest man there； black…haired with oddly fair skin and vivid blue
eyes—made a sound of disgust and spit on the ground。 He took a step forward； slowly raising the long
blade。
Better fast than slow。 Better that it was this brutal hand and not mine that killed us。 Better that I didn’t
die a creature of violence； accountable for Melanie’s blood as well as my own。
“Why？ You said you made sure。 It’s one of them。”
I recognized the voice—he was the same one who’d asked Jeb why he’d given me water。
“Well； yes； she surely is。 But it’s a little plicated。”
“How？” A different man asked the question。 He stood next to the big； dark…haired Kyle； and they
looked so much alike that they had to be brothers。
“See； this here is my niece； too。”
“Not anymore she’s not；” Kyle said flatly。 He spit again and took another deliberate step in my
direction； knife ready。 I could see from the way his shoulders leaned into the action that words would not
stop him again。 I closed my eyes。
There were two sharp metallic clicks； and someone gasped。 My eyes flew open again。
“I said hold it； Kyle。” Uncle Jeb’s voice was still relaxed； but the long rifle was gripped tightly in his
hands now； and the barrels were pointed at Kyle’s back。 Kyle was frozen just steps from me； his
machete hung motionless in the air above his shoulder。
“Jeb；” the brother said； horrified； “what are you doing？”
“Step away from the girl； Kyle。”
Kyle turned his back to us； whirling on Jeb in fury。 “It’s not agirl； Jeb！”
Jeb shrugged； the gun stayed steady in his hands； pointed at Kyle。 “There are things to be discussed。”
“The doctor might be able to learn something from it；” a female voice offered gruffly。
I cringed at the words； hearing in them my worst fears。 When Jeb had called me his niece just now； I’d
foolishly let a spark of hope flame to life—perhaps there would be pity。 I’d been stupid to think that；
even for a second。 Death would be the only pity I could hope for from these creatures。
I looked at the woman who’d spoken； surprised to see that she was as old as Jeb； maybe older。 Her
hair was dark gray rather than white； which is why I hadn’t noticed her age before。 Her face was a mass
of wrinkles； all of them turning down into angry lines。 But there was something familiar about the features
behind the lines。
Melanie made the connection between this ancient face and another； smoother face in her memory。
“Aunt Maggie？ You’re here？ How？ Is Sharon —” The words were all Melanie； but they gushed from
my mouth； and I was unable to stop them。 Sharing for so long in the desert had made her stronger； or me
weaker。 Or maybe it was just that I was concentrating on which direction the deathblow was going to fall
from。 I was bracing for our murder； and she was having a family reunion。
Melanie got only halfway through her surprised exclamation。 The much…aged woman named Maggie
My head snapped back and then forward。 She slapped me again。
“You won’tfool us； you parasite。 We know how you work。 We know how well you can mimic us。”
I tasted blood inside my cheek。
Don’t do that again；I scolded Melanie。I told you what they’d think。
Melanie was too shocked to answer。
“Now； Maggie；” Jeb began in a soothing tone。
“Don’t you ‘Now； Maggie’ me； you old fool！ She’s probably led a legion of them down on us。” She
backed away from me； her eyes measuring my stillness as if I were a coiled snake。 She stopped beside
her brother。
“I don’t see anyone；” Jeb retorted。“Hey！” he yelled； and I flinched in surprise。 I wasn’t the only one。
Jeb waved his left hand over his head； the gun still clenched in the right。“Over here！”
“Shut up；” Maggie growled； shoving his chest。 Though I had good reason to know she was strong； Jeb
didn’t wobble。
“She’s alone； Mag。 She was pretty much dead when I found her—she’s not in such great shape now。
The centipedes don’t sacrifice their own that way。 They would have e for her much sooner than I
did。 Whatever else she is； she’s alone。”
I saw the image of the long； many…legged insect in my head； but I didn’t make the connection。
He’s talking aboutyou； Melanie translated。 She placed the picture of the ugly bug next to my memory
of a bright silver soul。 I didn’t see a resemblance。
I wonder how he knows what you look like；Melanie wondered absently。 My memories of a soul’s
true appearance had been new to her in the beginning。
I didn’t have time to wonder with her。 Jeb was walking toward me； and the others were close behind。
Kyle’s hand hovered at Jeb’s shoulder； ready to restrain him or throw him out of the way； I couldn’t tell。
Jeb put his gun in his left hand and extended the right to me。 I eyed it warily； waiting for it to hit me。
“C’mon；” he urged gently。 “If I could carry you that far； I woulda brought you home last night。 You’re
gonna have to walk some more。”
“No！” Kyle grunted。
“I’m takin’ her back；” Jeb said； and for the first time there was a harsher tone to his voice。 Under his
beard； his jaw flexed into a stubborn line。
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“’S my place； Mag。 I’ll do what I want。”
“Old fool！” she snapped again。
Jeb reached down and grabbed my hand from where it lay curled into a fist against my thigh。 He yanked
me to my feet。 It was not cruelty； it was merely as if he was in a hurry。 Yet was it not the very worst form
of cruelty to prolong my life for the reasons he had？
I rocked unsteadily。 I couldn’t feel my legs very well—just prickles like needle po