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inform Phin, he and Joel won’t have to worry anymore, and we’ll make a plan to evacuate her from—from the jail,” she amended, so fast she was sure he hadn’t heard the vocal stumble.
    If she mentioned the Mission had her, Silas wouldn’t let her near the situation with a satellite camera and a wish.
    â€œIf I can pinpoint her location and get security details, we’ll know exactly where to go and what’s going on,” she pressed on. “I can get their plans, hear what they intend. See if it’s a trap.”
    She watched him work it through with narrowed eyes. And then he shook his head. “No.”
    On the other side of the table, Joel appeared extremely interested in his tea. Matilda stared up at the cloudy sky, tobacco smoke arcing in short puffs through the air.
    Jessie wouldn’t find any help there. She rose, the plastic chair scraping against rock. “Silas—”
    â€œNo,” he repeated again, closing the distance. He caught her face between his large palms, held it still as he scowled down at her. “You already wiped out on one vision today. I’m not going to let you do it again.”
    â€œI didn’t have a choice,” she pointed out. “And we still don’t.”
    â€œNaomi and I can find her.”
    Jessie’s stomach pitched. She grabbed his wrists. “This is what I do,” she pointed out. His thumb caressed her cheek, a silken rasp of skin she wasn’t sure he was even aware of.
    â€œThis is what we do,” he countered, “and we’re trained for it. Naomi’s got my back, sunshine, it’ll be fine.”
    Anger spiked behind pride. His eyes searched hers as she pulled her face out of his hands. “You don’t know where to look,” she said, forcing herself not to sound as hurt as she felt. This was dumb. Of course it was dumb. “You could search for days.”
    â€œWe don’t have days,” Joel added behind her. “They burned Hep within twenty-four hours.”
    Silas’s teeth locked. “They?” She saw the muscle leap in his jaw, heard his teeth grind as he put two and two together. “The Mission has her?”
    She held his gaze, chin high. Dodged the question. “I can do this,” she said. “It’s fast, it’s easy, and if you try to stop me, I’ll just do it without you.”
    Silence filled the patio, a quiet scored by tension. Jessie stared fiercely up at him, fingers tight around the back of her chair.
    He took his time, but she knew she’d won when his shoulders eased. Not relaxation, she knew that. Defeat.
    And worry.
    He didn’t have to worry. She had this. She spun. “Okay, I don’t think it’ll take long, so I’ll just sit here—”
    Hard, firm fingers closed over her shoulders and she paused. “When this is done,” he said to the back of her head, ignoring Joel and Matilda, “we’re going to talk.”
    Matilda nodded. “Settle in, then. Silas, my dear, stay close.”
    He grunted a wordless affirmation.
    Jessie sat, glancing sidelong at him as he crouched by her chair. He filled her space, he always did.
    And she loved him.
    But sometimes, she really wanted to kick him.

 
    Chapter Five
    J essie got as comfortable as she could and closed her eyes, reaching for the easy well of power inside her.
    A small voice in the rational part of her brain, a worried voice that sounded too much like Silas, wondered why she wasn’t more tapped. Why she reached so eagerly for the visions that had laid her out not three hours before.
    She didn’t have time to wonder. She felt fine. She could do this.
    It’s what she did . What she was good at.
    And the magic simmered under her skin. Eager to be used. To get out, to soar. Like a living thing; an insistent, nagging pressure.
    She took a deep breath. Found that core of her where it frothed and thrummed, and cracked it