I groaned and rolled my eyes. Perfect. The Voice chiming in now was the perfect thing to push me right over the edge.

Max, if you get pushed over the edge … you’ll just fly, right?

I hated it when the Voice said things like that, turned my own words around on me.

Yeah, sure. If one can snarl a thought, and I believe one can, I snarled that one. But listen, Voice, now that I have your attention — got a question for you: Why is Jeb really here? Why did he bring Dylan?

The Voice was silent. My mind filled the silence with:

Could Jeb possibly be here to carry out Angel’s prediction? To kill Fang?

He’d brought us into this world. I knew he was capable of taking us out of it.

And — had he brought Dylan to replace Fang?

If Dylan was here so Fang could be eliminated, then World War III was about to break out.

I clutched the snake necklace Angel had made for me. Fang wore the matching one around his neck. He was my perfect other half.

I know you love Fang, the Voice said now, not answering my questions. Fang’s an amazing guy. But you two have too much history together. Dylan has … potential. Great potential.

No way! I almost shouted out loud. I swear I’m gonna kick their butts out of here!

Jeb has his own reasons for being here, said the Voice. But I want you to think about Dylan, the possibilities there. He could help you.

Yeah? Like how? I yelled inside my head.

He has incredible Sight. He doesn’t realize it yet. But he can see things happening far away, can see people across oceans — maybe even across time.

I was so shocked I stopped flapping; only the wind yanking my wing muscles up tight made me snap out of it. That was exactly what my dream had been about — Dylan saying that to me.

Max — if you and Fang are together, there’s only one flock. But if you and Dylan are together, and Fang is leading a different flock … you’re all twice as likely to survive in the event of an apocalypse.

My fevered brain tried to process this. And who would Fang be with? What other flock? Are there more like Dylan?

Again the Voice didn’t answer me directly. Big surprise. You and Fang are both too independent. You both tend to solve problems with force, violence. Dylan has different instincts. Which broadens your possibility for survival?

The Voice was hitting me below the belt, in that it was using reason and patience on me. Totally unfair tactics. I lashed back. This is too weird and stupid, even for you, I thought scathingly.

Max — confront your fears said the Voice. Then it went silent.

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