Kartane frowned. He couldn’t detect a psychic scent at all. “You’re the Healer?” he asked doubtfully.

“Yes.”

Kartane shivered at the sound of that midnight voice. Trying to ignore his uneasiness, he reached up to unbutton his shirt. “I suppose you want to examine me.”

“That won’t be necessary. I know what’s wrong with you.”

His fingers froze around the button. “You’ve seen this before?”

“No.”

“But you know what it is?”

“Yes.”

Annoyed by the terse answers, he tossed aside any effort at civility. “Then what in the name of Hell is it?”

“It’s called Briarwood,” replied the midnight voice.

The blood drained out of Kartane’s head, leaving him dizzy.

“Briarwood is the pretty poison,” the voice continued as fair-skinned hands reached up and pushed the hood back. “There is no cure for Briarwood.”

Kartane stared at her. The last time he’d seen her, thirteen years ago, she had been more like a drugged puppet than a child—a plaything locked in one of Briarwood’s cubicles, waiting to be used. But he’d never forgotten those sapphire eyes, or the terror he’d felt after he’d tried to touch her mind.

“You.” The word came out as nothing more than exhaled breath. “I thought Greer destroyed you.”

“He tried.”

It hit him then. He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You did this to me. You did this!”

“I created the tangled web, yes. As far as what’s happened to you, Kartane, you did this to yourself.”

“No!”

“Yes. To each is given what he gave. That was the only command I spun into the web.”

“Since you did this, you can damn well undo it!”

She shook her head. “Many of the children who were the threads of that tangled web have returned to the Darkness. They’re out of reach, even for me, and there’s no way to undo the web without them.”

“You lie,” Kartane shouted. “If I hand you enough gold, you’d find a way fast enough.”

“There is no cure for Briarwood. But there is an end to this, if that’s any consolation. To each is given what he gave.”

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

“Every blow, every wound, every rape, every moment of fear that you ever inflicted on another is coming back to you. You’re taking back what you gave, Kartane. When you’ve taken it all back, the debt will be paid, and the web will release you as it did the other males who amused themselves in Briarwood.”

“They’re all dead, you stupid bitch! I’m the last one left. No one survived this web of yours.”

“The web only set the terms. If none of the others survived…How many of the children who were sent to Briarwood survived any of you?”

“Since you didn’t come here to heal me, why did you bother to come? Just to gloat?”