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dreams. Most of them were of him and Roman during a great war. When he heard the explosions in his memories, he would awaken, skin slick with sweat and stare at me hatefully, as though I’d conjured the apparition just to haunt him.
    I couldn’t see what he envisioned in his unconscious thoughts, but the conversations between him and his brother – imagined or remembered – were disturbing. Pierce and Roman had demons to spare. Pierce had more than most others, but I understood why now.
    As the night-walker sped over grass and rock, my stomach churned. The last few times I’d seen Porschia hadn’t gone so well. She shot me, she bit me, she sent Mother to me when she was banished from the Colony. And Saul . She’d never forgive me for that. Saul was in torment in the city. His every thought was to get back to her, but he couldn’t and he knew it.
    We did crave meat, raw and bloody, but our hunger wasn’t as terrifying as the night-walkers’. It wasn’t all-consuming either. Once we were fed, it was a long time before we had to feed again. An Infected’s digestive system was about as fast as a turtle in molasses. My arms began to ache and I clutched Tage’s shoulders tighter.
    “Hold on,” he shouted back at me.
    My knuckles began to lose their grip, so I opened my mouth and screamed as well as I could. A screeching noise was the only sound I could make. Tage finally stopped at the base of a staircase. The stairs led to a door and the door was attached to a beautiful brick home; stately and well-cared for. We were in the night-walker section of town.
    Tage sat me down, although I could barely stand. Tage had shouldered my burden but it was still too tiring for me. My calves alternated between cramping and quivering, and my breath puffed in front of me as I braced my hands on my knees. “We’re at Roman’s.”
    I stood up straight, shaking my head, mouthing the word Porschia .
    His brows furrowed. “She lives here. Porschia is here.”
    Screeching at him, I backed away. No. She couldn’t be with Roman. Not him. She couldn’t fall for him. She liked Saul. Why was she living with Roman? She should hate him!
    Tage watched me back away slowly. “Hey, it’s no big deal. We’re all staying here right now.”
    My body relaxed. Thank God. Clutching my chest, I looked back toward the door where movement caught my eye. Roman stood in the door frame, between me and my sister. I snarled at him and in a flash, he was in my face growling right back. Tage eased a hand between us, pushing Roman away from me. “Back off, Roman. She feels threatened.”
    “Good. Because I’m laying it on really thick,” he replied.
    I shoved at his shoulder, not able to budge him an inch.
    Roman laughed. “I felt a breeze. Did you feel that, Tage?” He turned and smiled over his shoulder, but Tage didn’t join him in laughing at me.
    Instead, he took my elbow and said, “Mercedes, let me take you to your sister.”
    I nodded and let him lead me up the stairs, into the foyer and back down another set of steps. The stairs opened into a large basement where the room was separated, half of it made into a makeshift jail cell. Inside the bars that stretched from floor to ceiling, their white paint peeling off in curling tendrils, was my sister. Porschia was shackled to the bars, sitting on a bed and sniffing the air. Her body was smaller than I ever remembered seeing it; a shell of her former self.
    A noise involuntarily flew out of my throat, calling her attention to me. Tage stood between us, but Roman was on our heels.
    “You’ll be staying here. We’ve set up a second cot for you, just across the cell from your sister. I trust you’ll be comfortable and won’t cause trouble,” Roman said with a sly smirk as Tage motioned to the small bed across from Porschia. She watched me with her green eyes, a brighter shade than I’d ever seen on her. The gray was somehow lit from within, making the green pop. Every step I took, she