Kez. âHow could you be so careless?â
âLet me go.â Raven wrenched out of Wraithâs grip, white marks left by the pressure of his fingers. But before she could continue Kez got to his feet with clenched fists.
âHey, man,â he addressed Wraith. âIâm not gonna tell nobody.â
âOh yeah?â Wraith asked coldly. âYou sell anything on the streets for enough money and you expect me to believe you wouldnât sell us as well?â He shook his head. âRaven, weâve got to get rid of this kid.â
âNo!â Kezâs freckled skin turned several degrees lighter and he took a step backward instinctively. âOh no.â
âCool it, Wraith, and you, Kez.â Raven crossed to the boyâs side and put a reassuring arm around his shoulders. She grinned at Kez. âHe thinks heâs really something, but heâs a nice guy. He wouldnât flatline a thirteen-year-old kid, even if he doesnât like you.â
âIâm not talking about killing him,â Wraith snarled. âLetâs just leave him here and find another place to stay and another fixer.â He was already grabbing his bag but Raven shook her head.
âDonât be ridiculous,â she said. âIf youâre worried about Kez, weâll just watch him until you stop worrying. But youâre right about getting out of here. I canât stay in this skanky room for another hour.â
âThis is serious.â Wraith scowled at his sister. âWeâve spent years keeping out of the governmentâs notice. How can you totally disregard the danger of being found out now?â
âBecause I know what I can do,â Raven told him with exaggerated patience. âAnd there is no longer any possibility of the CPS or anyone else catching me.â
âYouâre overconfident,â Wraith said coldly. âAnd youâre endangering both of us, as well as Rachel, if we ever find her.â
âNo Iâm not.â Raven turned her back on him and began to make her bed, obviously preparing to leave. âBelieve it or not, Wraith, weâll be much safer out of the ganglands. This is the first place the Seccies would look for a Hex. Up in the heights weâll be right under their noses and they wonât so much as blink. Theyâll actually be protecting us themselves in our characters of ordinary citizens and weâll be much safer than if we continue to hide from them down here.â
âThis discussion isnât over,â Wraith warned, but neither he nor Raven made any attempt to continue it and after a silence of a few minutes Kez left them to take a shower. He was beginning to feel that he was in over his head and wondering if it was worth staying with the strangers any longer, Ravenâs charm notwithstanding. At thirteen he was already tired of living on the edge.
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Ali was sitting by the apartment window, drinking orange juice while she waited for her ride to school, when her father emerged from his room. Bob Tarrell was a big man, with rugged good looks and a powerful wrestlerâs stance. He needed very little sleep, and even after the excesses of last night, he looked relaxed and alert.
âHi, sweetheart,â he said, tousling Aliâs hair. âCould you get me a glass of that?â
âSure,â Ali replied, walking over to the Nutromac unit that served the functions of a kitchen, providing meals for people too busy to cook the old-fashioned way. âDid you have a date last night?â
âI went out with Carla,â her father said. âBut I was working late as well.â He took the glass she offered him, gratefully, and drank most of its contents in a single gulp. âThanks, honey. Carla wasnât too happy about that, but ratings are way down again. Iâm probably going to have to change the entire format of at least one of
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