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striding toward her, grinning.
    “Sorry, sis,” he said with a shrug. “I guess there’s just no fighting God-given talent.”
    Cara shut her eyes and Galt lifted the sword, tensing up for the blow.
    “Enough!”
    Their father stood in the doorway. He looked like a marble statue in his inky-black suit.
    “Dad!” Galt said. “Did you see? I totally beat Cara!”
    “But, Dad,” Cara cried as she struggled to get to her feet. “He surrendered!”
    “I did not!”
    “You did! Dad, Galt totally —”
    “What? Cheated?” her father replied acidly. “Only losers whine about rules, Cara. Rules and regulations were put in place to coddle the weak, and Pierces are not weak! Now, I believe your mother could use some help arranging her teddy bear collection. Of course, if you don’t want this to happen again, maybe you should hit the gym more often.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Galt,” he said as he stepped into the hallway outside. “You’re with me.”
    As soon as their father’s back was turned, Galt stuck his tongue out at Cara and then slipped out into the hall. The door slammed behind them, and Cara forced herself to her feet and started lurching toward the gym. She’d show Dad and Galt, too. She’d train harder than ever. Longer, too.
    I’ll show them both who’s stronger.

Amy wandered for more than an hour before she gathered the courage to admit something very important.
    She was lost.
    The cabdriver who picked her up in the medina spoke Arabic, French, and Italian, but no English. So the best Amy could do was repeat
Carthage
,
museum
, and
north
over and over again. Finally, the man waved his hand and hit the gas, driving at terrifying speeds before screeching to a halt in the middle of a small town. When she questioned him, he pointed vaguely, then sped off in a cloud of exhaust.
    Amy tried to figure out where she was using her phone, but reception was almost nonexistent.
    As frustrating as it was, Amy had to admit there were worse places to be lost. The town she found herself in sat on a palm tree–covered hill with a wide view of the Mediterranean below. The narrow streets were lined with low buildings, each one painted snowy white with accents of the deepest blue Amy had ever seen. Residents lounged on wide porches, soaking up the last rays of the sun, while tourists drifted down the avenue, visiting the few merchant stalls that hung on despite the gathering dark.
    Amy paused at a corner and looked down on boats gliding into a small marina for the night. She was surprised to find the strain of the day begin to fade.
    Is this what Dan wants?
Amy wondered. The fact that her brother was leaving after they beat Pierce was never far from her mind.
To come to a place like this and simply . . . be. No running. No fighting.
    Amy couldn’t imagine it. And what would he say the next time someone like Pierce turned up? “Sorry, world! Got to work on my tan.”
    No
, Amy thought.
Dan and I are Cahills.
It isn’t just what we do, it’s who we are
.
If we stopped, if we split up, what’s left? Who would we even be?
    Amy pushed it out of her head. Dan’s talk was just that — talk. After they finished with Pierce, she’d make sure he got some time off. Let him go sit on a beach. After a little downtime, she was sure he’d forget about it. Satisfied, Amy struck out again down the road.
    “Excuse me? The Carthage Museum?” she asked.
    Tourist after tourist either shook their head or pointed generally to the south. The sun was setting fast. Amy needed to move. She hiked her backpack up on her shoulders and headed down the road.
    “You’re looking for the Carthage Museum?” A man’s voice came from behind her.
    Finally! “Yes!” Amy said, turning back. “I guess I just got a little —”
    Jake Rosenbloom was leaning against one of the clean white walls, an infuriating grin plastered across his face. “Lost?”
    “What are
you
doing here?”
    “Looks like I’m rescuing you.”
    “I know exactly