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“Yeah. I need to be sure I have control. How about Indigo or Ohngel?”

“Worth a try.”

Dom went still.

When he relaxed, Maddy asked, “Well?”

“I told Ohngel you couldn’t reach your sisters. Something about their voicemail being full and them not answering their phones. He told me he had the entire U.S. Army at his disposal and would get back to me.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Remi was quelling riotsin Angor while Dom took time off from the job.

The bronze-winged assassin hovered above a bunch of Soul Suckers, escapees from the Slough of Despair. He herded them together. “What the fuck’s wrong with you? You’re adding to your sentence with this shit.”

“We heard voices,” said the spokesfemale, a typical Sucker with puckered lips. Her long dark hair was tangled as if she’d been pulling on it. Obviously, the Ordeal had done a number on her. “We started running.”

“Whadda ya mean? Voices?”

“The Slough makes us sad. We wanna pound our chests, cry, and tear out our eyes. Kill ourselves if we could. But a voice called out, ordering us to run.”

“Do you still hear it?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t know anything about a voice. So beat feet back to the Ordeal before I extinct a few of you as an example of stupid.”

She turned toward the Slough, eyeing it warily. When she took one step and then another, the others followed.

Remi soared into the sky again after monitoring their retreating backs. He dropped low beneath storm clouds to search for the next crazy rioting Scourges.

When he skimmed above Fear Mines, hundreds of Mind Rats rushed from the entrance, holding their heads and bellowing. They stampeded toward Loneliness Desert.

Here I go.

Remi began roundup maneuvers again. He circled the Scourges, driving them into a group. Eventually, they came to a halt, their hands falling to their sides, their caterwauling fading to moans and, finally, to silence.

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