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I stared at her.

My mind fought to make sense of this information.

She gave a helpless shrug, shifting her head so that the wind would blow her hair out of her face, pulling and tugging it in lengths behind her back.

She was beautiful. Beautiful and soft, and nothing like me, no matter how much our features might mirror one another.

No wonder Revik looked at her.

I saw her flinch.

Her green eyes shifted to mine.

“I am offering to take your people somewhere safe,” she said. “Somewhere on land, away from Shadow and his quarantine cities. Somewheresafe.This is something I can do for you now. Something you cannot do for yourself. Not yet.”

When I looked at her, fighting the anger that wanted to course back through my light, I saw her mouth firm. Those green eyes fixed on me, holding a harder steel.

“Allie.” Her voice was more gentle that time, despite her expression. “The ship won’t be safe for you for very much longer.”

She gauged my expression carefully.

“It won’t be safe for Lily.”

She let that hang for a long-feeling beat.

When I looked over, her eyes locked on mine. Firm, uncompromising.

“Once you do what you intend to do to both of them, he will come for you,” she said. “It is only a matter of time.”

Silence fell between us, apart from the blowing wind.

Looking at her face, at those clear, light-filled eyes, I believed her.

I believed her, and I almost hated her for it.

Chapter33

Mothers And Daughters, Part 2

Daniella Anita (“Dante”) Vasquez stared at a name on the human Displacement List, frowning.

She’d never read this segment of the list before.

That, or she’d missed it somehow.

She must have skimmed over it during one of their late-night sessions fueled by sugar, chemical snack foods, and caffeine.

Now she stared at the list of names written across the virtual landscape where she worked, a landscape she’d designed herself and that consisted of a lot of physics-impossible buildings so tall they nearly met in the sky. She’d filled her perspective-disorienting cityscape with flying dinosaurs, pink snow falling from purple clouds, talking robots, a raccoon who sat on her shoulder, fire-like lightning exploding in the sky.

Dante looked past all that to the three-dimensional, bright-orange text (orange was currently her favorite color), and she focused on a single name.

Dante stared at the name, lips pursed.

Vikram must have been watching her.

“What is it, cousin?” he asked gently.

Dante shifted her focus.

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