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whatever they’re working on. Of all the things I know about him, I do know how much he cares about proper results. Left must be truth. I wish I could recall all the times he’s gone right. Now at least I know which is which.
    They finish and the other man walks away. Ilif straightens everything from tie to shoelaces, then turns.  
    I’m so mad I’m shaking. Lightning shoots from my fingers, unable to be contained. The lights dim, then flicker.
    Ilif is unconcerned. About any of it.
    And better, his image is unaffected. I can fuck him up something good without having to worry he’s going to be flung to the ends of the universe.
    “How long has it been? I find it odd that you would seek me out here.”
    “I’ll bet. Where’s Papi?”
    “Home, I would assume. You and I haven’t worked on a mission for over three months.” He keeps advancing, unperturbed by my appearance, the lightning, or the effect I’m having on the overheads. My lightning snaps and writhes along the floor. “You seem angry.”
    I laugh. “You don’t know the half of it.”
    “Enlighten me. When are you arriving from? Did we have an argument? Am I the source of this unbidden anger? What arc are you working on now?”
    I can’t even. “You lied to me again!”
    He straightens his tie. I lash out and cut off the bottom four inches. Smoke tendrils curl upward and he waves them out of his face. “That seems unnecessary.” He motions left, toward a conference room behind a row of windows. “Shall we talk?”
    “You mean lie?” I follow him into the room, seething. Lightning flares behind me like a cape. “I’m done talking! I’m trying to figure shit out, figure out who’s after me, who’s behind killing Nikola, and in the middle of that I find out that you fucking lied to me!” Lightning flashes through the room, racing up the walls and across the ceiling.  
    “Fine. No talking. Shall I stand here—” He points to the head of the table. “—Or over there—” He gestures to the far side of the room. “—While you use your weapon to barbecue me?”
    I glare at him.
    “That must be why you came, correct? If you don’t wish to discuss the matter of my falsehoods. I would ask only that you at least let me know what grievance I’ve caused you this time.”
    He says it like I’m some hothead who takes every little disagreement personally. I grind my teeth until my jaw aches. In a slow show of power, I spread my arms and let the lightning come. Sparks fly from my shoulders, wisps of electricity race down my spine and flare from my hips. Red tendrils sneak into the display and I pull them back reluctantly. I want to use them on him so bad. I want to make him pay for all the heartache and hurt and stress he’s put me through. It would be so easy to kill him.
    But then I become him. I become a person who lets my emotions rule my weapon. “I hate you.”
    “You always have.”
    “Because you’ve always lied to me.” Lightning creates its own pattern on the canvas of the room, barely leaving an inch of untouched air around Ilif.
    “This again?” He does his best to downplay the electrical field, but doesn’t move an muscle, trapped where I want him.
    “The truth is pretty big fucking deal!”
    “ Your truth, perhaps.” He raises his voice. “But you are forever unwilling to accept anyone else’s version of the truth. It’s what still makes you a wildcard as a rider. Time travel proves the theory that every truth exists.” He shakes his head and steps toward the door. “I continue to have such high hopes for you, yet you remain emotionally unstable. It was my greatest fear of a woman rider and you continue to prove me right.”
    “This again?” It feels good to throw his words back at him, barely tempering the desire to throw lightning and take out other parts of his manicured façade. The pulsing web surrounding us recedes, allowing him space to turn toward me. I take a step closer. “You lost my sister. I think