Instead of focusing on where she was headed, I concentrated on the fuzziest lines. Places she might go, but probably wouldn’t.

Latching onto Cipher’s path, I paged forward. As I moved through snippets of her future, landscapes appeared and faded on the wall. Trailers stacked on trailers in RV parks that could be anywhere in the Voids. Empty beaches. Dark alleys. The deeper I looked, the more images spun in my head, bursting to come out and play. Pressure built between my ears. This was already stretching my limits, but I had to push. Darren wouldn’t take nothing for an answer.

I looked for the blandest, most boring possibilities until I could find just the perfect—

There.

Cipher doing something innocent in a super unlikely future. The image bloomed in 3D.

She stepped out of her RV, parked at a fuel station. The holo equipment couldn’t project what I smelled—fumes that had me wrinkling my nose. A cap held back wisps of her blue hair, but it was obviously Cipher who headed to pay for the fuel-up, huddled into a black jacket like the world was after her—which it generally was.

“Where?” Darren asked.

The restraints made it awkward to shrug, but I tried my best. He could read the sign as well as I could. “The Old Spring Fuel Station?”

“When will she be there?” He pulled a tablet from his pocket and started tapping away.

Quarter of never? I made sure to keep my breath even, but I was so used to lying that a little fib like this wouldn’t even make my pulse wobble. “Maybe this week.”

“And the Ravens? Keep following her.”

Much harder to fudge. As far as I knew, the Ravens’ compound was still tucked somewhere in the Rockies. It was more than an ocean away from us in Alpha Citadel, but that distance meant nothing to the Seligo. Their outposts and satellite citadels spanned the globe and they’d pour out every one of their resources for a chance at crushing Lady Eva and her guerilla army.

I’d rather suicide by banging my head into a wall than let that happen.

I relaxed into a stream of harmless maybe futures. People I’d never met. Places I’d never go. Wisps of timeghosts blinked in and out all over the room. The backpack’s trail was spent and unless I dug for images of Cipher until my ears bled, all I’d pick up was fluff. “There’s nothing else to show.”

“Push.” Darren leaned against my chair so hard its frame creaked. For once, he stared at the wall instead of me. Maybe the situation in the Citadel was tenser than I’d thought?

I let the timeghosts flow, casting a wider net and opening myself to more random pages in time, but it was pointless. There was noth—