Angel giggled and snuggled against me. I smoothed her pale curls away from her forehead like I had since our days in dog crates.
“I never got to tell Fang,” I said after a minute, my voice flat with defeat.
That was partly why I had been tracking him so desperately. I’d needed his help to find the Remedy, but I’d also had something urgent to tell him.
“Excuse me, ladies.”
I looked up to see Dylan standing in front of us—I’d been so wrapped up in talking to Angel that I hadn’t even noticed him coming.
“Hey,” I said, my face burning. I pictured the day that Dylan found out about the baby and just wanted to curl up.
“Max, can you come with me?” he asked. “I need to show you something.”
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ANGEL LOOKED AT Dylan, her head tilted to one side. She frowned, but he met her gaze evenly.
“It’ll just take a minute,” Dylan said.
“Sure,” I said, standing up. I gave Angel a “we’ll finish talking later” look and she nodded solemnly at me. Dylan and I set off, and I couldn’t help smiling whe
n I saw Iggy demonstrating a homemade wrist rocket to Margaret A.
Dylan saw her, too, and gave me a rueful smile.
“So where are we going?” I asked.
“Remedy’s lair.”
My head whipped around and I stared at him. “What? What for?”
“I need to show you something,” Dylan said again, and I felt the slightest twinge of fear. Now that I was paying attention, he seemed kind of different. I’d hardly seen him for the past week—sometimes in the evening around a fire, he’d show up, looking exhausted. Almost haunted.
Again and again, Dylan had proven his loyalty to me and the flock, but the whole world had spun out of control and I couldn’t help wondering if being one of the Horsemen had changed him forever in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Or maybe I could imagine them. Maybe that was what the hint of fear was about.
“I am not going down that billion steps again,” I said lightly. “My legs are still aching from that.”
Dylan gave me an almost sad, distant smile and shook his head.
All around us, kids were working to build us a better future. I took comfort in the fact that there seemed to be people everywhere—no place felt deserted or lonely. Still, when Dylan led me inside Himmel and through the tunnels, I felt myself going on guard. And when he stopped in front of Jeb’s old lab, I hesitated and looked up at him.
“What are we doing here, Dylan?” I asked softly.
Again that slightly sad smile. “I have… a present for you. I think.”
Okay, that sounded ominous. I took a breath and felt my muscles tense. I really didn’t want to go back into that place. Looking up into Dylan’s crystalline aqua eyes, I searched them to read his intent. But I couldn’t.
He pushed open the door to the lab and gestured to me to go in. The last kids we’d seen had been a couple of minutes ago—out of screaming range. Pressing my lips together, I stepped in, praying that someone had gotten rid of Jeb’s body.
The lab had been cleaned up. Everything broken was gone, everything left was neatly arranged and labeled. I looked around in surprise.
“Who did this?” I asked.
“I did,” Dylan said. “I’ve been working in here.”
My eyebrows knitted together. “Doing what?”