按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
“You always say that。 Isn’t thereanything you mind？”
“I mind… being away from Jamie。 And I mind being outside； a little bit。 During the day especially。 It’s
like the opposite of claustrophobia。 Everything is too open。 Does that bother you； too？”
“Sometimes。 We don’t go out during the day much。”
“At least she gets to stretch her legs；” Kyle muttered。 “I don’t know why you want to hearher
plain。”
“Because it’s so unmon。 Which makes it a nice change from listening toyou plain。”
I tuned them out。 Once Ian and Kyle got started； they usually went on for a while。 I consulted the map。
“Oklahoma City next？” I asked Jared。
“And a few small towns on the way； if you’re up for it；” he answered； eyes on the road。
Jared rarely lost his focus when on a raid。 He didn’t relax into relieved banter the way Ian and Kyle did
every time I pleted another mission successfully。 It made me smile when they used that word—
mission。That sounded so formidable。 In reality； it was just a trip to the store。 Just like I’d done a hundred
times in San Diego when I was only feeding myself。
Like Kyle said； it was too easy to provide any excitement。 I pushed my cart up and down the aisles。 I
smiled at the souls who smiled at me； and I filled my cart with things that would last。 I usually grabbed a
few things that wouldn’t； for the men hiding in the back of the van。 Premade sandwiches from the
deli—things like that for our meals。 And maybe a treat or two。 Ian had a fondness for mint chocolate chip
ice cream。 Kyle liked caramel sweets best。 Jared ate anything he was offered； it seemed as if he’d given
up favorites many years before； embracing a life where wants were unwele and even needs were
carefully assessed before they were met。 Another reason he was good at this life—he saw priorities
uncontaminated by personal desire。
Occasionally； in the smaller towns； someone would notice me； would speak to me。 I had my lines down
so well that I could probably have fooled a human by this point。
“Hi there。 New in town？”
“Yes。 Brand…new。”
“What brings you to Byers？”
I was always careful to check the map before I left the van； so the town’s name would be familiar。
“My partner travels a lot。 He’s a photographer。”
“How wonderful！ An Artist。 Well； there’s certainly a lot of beautiful land around here。”
Originally； I’d been the Artist。 But I’d found that throwing in the information that I was already partnered
saved me some time when I was speaking to males。
“Thank you so much for your help。”
“You’re very wele。 e back soon。”
I’d only had to speak to a pharmacist once； in Salt Lake City； after that； I’d known what to look for。
A sheepish smile。“I’m not sure I’m getting the right nutrition。 I can’t seem to avoid the junk food。
This body has such a sweet tooth。”
“You need to be wise； Thousand Petals。 I know it’s easy to give in to your cravings； but try to
think about what you’re eating。 In the meantime； you should take a supplement。”
Health。 Such an obvious title on the bottle； it made me feel silly for asking。
“Would you like the ones that taste like strawberries or the ones that taste like chocolate？”
And the pleasant soul named Earthborn gave me both of the large bottles。
Not very challenging。 The only fear or sense of danger I ever felt came when I thought of the small
cyanide pill that I always kept in an easily reachable pocket。 Just in case。
“You should get new clothes in the next town；” Jared said。
“Again？”
“Those are looking a little creased。”
“Okay；” I agreed。 I didn’t like the excess； but the steadily growing pile of dirty laundry wouldn’t go to
waste。 Lily and Heidi and Paige were all close to my size； and they would be grateful for something new
to wear。 The men rarely bothered with things like clothes when they were raiding。 Every foray was
life…or…death—clothes were not a priority。 Nor were the gentle soaps and shampoos that I’d been
collecting at every store。
“You should probably clean up； too；” Jared said with a sigh。 “Guess that means a hotel tonight。”
Keeping up appearances was not something they’d worried about before。 Of course； I was the only one
who had to look as if I were a part of civilization from close up。 The men wore jeans and dark T…shirts
now； things that didn’t show dirt or attract attention in the brief moments they might be seen。
They all hated sleeping in the roadside inns—succumbing to unconsciousness inside the very mouth of
the enemy。 It scared them more than anything else we did。 Ian said he’d rather charge an armed Seeker。
Kyle simply refused。 He mostly slept in the van during the day and then sat up at night； acting as sentry。
For me； it was as easy as shopping in the stores。 I checked us in； made conversation with the clerk。 Told
the story about my photographer partner and the friend who was traveling with us （just in case someone
saw all three of us enter the room）。 I used generic names from unremarkable planets。 Sometimes we
were Bats： Word Keeper； Sings the Egg Song； and Sky Roost。 Sometimes we were See Weeds：
Twisting Eyes； Sees to the Surface； and Second Sunrise。 I changed the names every time； not that
anyone was trying to trace our path。 It just made Melanie feel safer to do that。 All this made her feel like
a character in a human movie about espionage。
The hard part； the part I really minded—not that I would say this in front of Kyle； who was so quick to
doubt my intentions—was all the taking without giving anything back。 It had never bothered me to shop
in San Diego。 I took what I needed and nothing more。 Then I spent my days at the university giving back
to the munity by sharing my knowledge。 Not a taxing Calling； but one I took seriously。 I took my
turns at the less…appealing chores。 I did my day collecting garbage and cleaning streets。 We all did。
And now I took so much more and gave nothing in return。 It made me feel selfish and wrong。
It’s not for yourself。 It’s for others；Mel reminded me when I brooded。
It still feels wrong。 Even you can feel that； can’t you？
Don’t think about itwas her solution。
Home again。 At last。
When we slept in hotels rather than in the crowded van； we usually checked in after dark and left before
dawn to keep the souls from getting a good look at us。 Not really necessary。
Jared and Ian were beginning to realize that。 This night； because we’d had such a successful day—the
van was pletely full； Kyle would have little space—and because Ian thought I looked tired； we
stopped early。 The sun had not set when I returned to the van with the plastic key card。
The little inn was not very busy。 We parked close to our room； and Jared and Ian went straight from the
van to the room in a matter of five or six steps； their eyes on the ground。 On their necks； small； faint pink
lines provided camouflage。 Jared carried a half…empty suitcase。 No one looked at them or me。
Inside； the room…darkening curtains were drawn； and the men relaxed a little bit。
Ian lounged on