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you know what they say in town?” she asked, a note of challenge in her voice now. “They say there’s a demon living up here in the mountains.”
        “Maybe there is.”
        “I don’t believe in demons.”
        “Maybe you should.” Rio stared at her through the overgrown thicket of his hair, hoping the long hanks would conceal the glow of his eyes. “You have to go. Now.”
        She slowly lifted the backpack she was carrying and held it in front of her like armor. “Do you know anything about this crypt? That’s what it is, right-some kind of old crypt and sacrificial chamber? What about the symbols on the walls in here…what are they, some kind of ancient language?”
        Rio went very still, very silent. If he thought he could let her simply walk away, she’d just proved him wrong. Bad enough she saw the cave once, now she was back and making assumptions about it that were far too close to the truth. He could not permit her to leave-not with her memory of the place, or of him, intact.
        “Give me your hand,” he said as gently as he could. “I’ll show you the way out of here.”
        She didn’t budge, not that he expected her to obey. “How long have you been living on this mountain? Why do you hide up here? Why won’t you let me see you?”
        She asked questions one after the other, with an inquisitiveness that bordered on interrogation.
        He heard a zipper rasp on her pack.
    Ah, hell. If she pulled out another flashlight, he wouldn’t have the mental strength to douse it-not when he’d need all his concentration just to scrub her memory.
        “Come,” he said, a bit more impatiently now. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
        He would try his damnedest not to, but already the task of staying upright was draining him. He needed to conserve all he could in order to blow the cave and not black out again before he could finish it. Right now, he had to deal with the more immediate problem in front of him.
        Rio started toward her when she remained unmoving. He reached out for her, meaning to grab her backpack and haul her out, but before his fingers could close around it she withdrew something from one of the bag’s pockets and brought it up in front of her.
        “Okay, I’ll go. I just…there’s something I need to do first.”
        Rio scowled in the darkness. “What are you-”
        There was a faint click, then a stunning blast of light.
        Rio roared, wheeling back on instinct. More explosions of light fired off in rapid succession.
        Logic told him it was a digital camera flash blinding him, but in a startling instant, he was hurtled back in time…back inside that Boston warehouse, standing beneath an airborne bomb as it detonated.
        He heard the sudden boom of the explosion, felt it vibrate into his bones and knock the breath from his lungs. He felt the shower of heat in his face, the suffocating thickness of clouding ash as it engulfed him like a wave.
        He felt the bite of hot shrapnel as it ripped through his body.
        It was agony, and he was right there, living it-feeling it-all over again.
        “Nooo!” he bellowed, his voice no longer human but transformed to something else, as he was, by the fury that ran through him like acid.
        His legs gave way beneath him and he sank to the floor, his vision blinded by reverberating light and ruthless memories.
        He heard footsteps scuffing past him in a rush, and through the phantom stench of smoke and metal and ruined flesh, he smelled the faint, fleeting traces of juniper, honey, and rain.

Chapter Four

    D ylan’s heart was still racing later that morning, after she and her companions had boarded the train that would take them from Jicín to Prague. It seemed ridiculous to let herself get so rattled by the vagrant she’d run into in the cave, even if he probably was a little bit psycho to be living up