Unconsciousness didn’t claim me for long. It must have been only seconds later when my head cleared. I was all too lucid; I wished I could stay oblivious longer.

I was moving, rocking back and forth, and it was too black to see. Mercifully, the horrible smell had faded. The musty, humid air of the caves was like perfume.

The feeling of being carried, being cradled, was familiar. That first week after Kyle had injured me, I’d traveled many places in Ian’s arms.

“. . . thought she’d have guessed what we were up to. Looks like I was wrong,” Jared was murmuring.

“You think that’s what happened?” Ian’s voice cut hard in the quiet tunnel. “That she was scared because Doc was trying to take the other souls out? That she was afraid for herself?”

Jared didn’t answer for a minute. “You don’t?”

Ian made a sound in the back of his throat. “No. I don’t. As disgusted as I am that you would bring back more… victims for Doc, bring them back now!—as much as that turns my stomach, that’s not what upset her. How can you be so blind? Can’t you imagine what that must have looked like to her in there?”

“I know we had the bodies covered before —”

“The wrong bodies, Jared. Oh, I’m sure Wanda would be upset by a human corpse—she’s so gentle; violence and death aren’t a part of her normal world. But think what the things on that table must have meant to her.”

It took him another moment. “Oh.”

“Yes. If you or I had walked in on a human vivisection, with torn body parts, with blood splattered on everything, it wouldn’t have been as bad for us as it was for her. We’d have seen it all before—even before the invasion, in horror movies, at least. I’d bet she’s never been exposed to anything like that in all her lives.”

I was getting sick again. His words were bringing it back. The sight. The smell.

“Let me go,” I whispered. “Put me down.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.” The last words were fervent, apologizing for more than waking me.

“Let me go.”

“You’re not well. I’ll take you to your room.”

“No. Put me down now.”

“Wanda —”

“Now!” I shouted. I shoved against Ian’s chest, kicking my legs free at the same time. The ferocity of my struggle surprised him. He lost his hold on me, and I half fell into a crouch on the floor.

I sprang up from the crouch running.

“Wanda!”

“Let her go.”

“Don’t touch me! Wanda, come back!”

It sounded like they were wrestling behind me, but I didn’t slow. Of course they were fighting. They were humans. Violence was pleasure to them.