Plague

loomed over him. Albert knew he was crying as well as bleeding. And he knew that both his tears and his blood would make the creeps happy.
    “What do you want?” he said, slurring his words, realizing a broken tooth was stuck into his tongue.
    “What do we want?” Turk mocked. “Everything, Albert. We want everything.”
    After cleaning Penny, Diana felt the need for a shower herself.
    She shampooed. She conditioned. She shaved her legs and armpits. So normal. So like being home. Except that here her mother’s creepy boyfriends didn’t sneak in to get a look at her and pretend they’d come looking for aspirin or whatever.
    She turned off the shower with great reluctance. She could stand there under the spray forever. But in the back of her mind was the knowledge that they had all wasted food until they were starving. She had learned a deep lesson about waste.
    She wrapped one of the soft bath sheets around herself and brushed her teeth.
    She went toward her bed and found Caine waiting there for her. He was standing awkwardly, chewing his thumbnail.
    “Napoleon?” she asked him.
    “No,” he said, and looked down at the floor.
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I helped with Penny.”
    “Yes, you did. And you only threatened to kill her once.”
    A flicker of a smile. “Even Sam would have threatened her.”
    Diana went to him. They did not touch. But they stood just inches away. Close enough for Diana to feel his breath on her face.
    “Why did you save me?” Diana asked.
    Caine sucked in a deep, steadying breath, like he was getting ready to dive into a pool. “Because I . . .” He paused, blinked, seeming surprised at the words coming out of his own mouth. “Because what would I do without you? How would I live without you? Because.”
    “Because?”
    “Because you are the only human being I need.”
    Diana looked at him skeptically. Was he changed? Even a little? Or was it all just manipulation?
    She might never know. But at that moment she also knew this was all she would get from him. And she knew that it was enough. Because she was not going to turn him away.
    She grabbed his head in both hands and drew him to her. She kissed him hard. It was a hungry, needy, wild kiss. No time to breathe, no time to be gentle, no time for any more stupid questions or doubts.
    Diana took a step back, unwound the towel, and let it drop.
    Caine made a sound like a strangling animal.
    She pushed him hard. He landed on his back on the bed.
    He began to fumble with his shirt, trying to get it off.
    “No, I’ll do that,” Diana said. “I’ll do everything.”

Pete

    SOMETHING WAS NOT right. He could no longer balance atop the sheet of glass. He had fallen. He was falling still.
    There was a ringing in his ears. A fire burned inside his body and that body was almost all he saw now. The sister was a faint echo. The Darkness was far away. He was inside himself, burning, twisting, and falling forever and forever.
    He tried to make his mother appear, but she wavered and slipped away.
    The cool breeze could not reach inside him, it sliced his skin but did not put out the fire.
    He felt his body empty out. Wrong. Wrong even to see himself, wrong to have his body be so big a part of his mind, pushing everything else aside.
    Pain. An explosion, one of many, erupted from him and shot white-hot spears into him again and again.
    His sister was upset, her distraught, too-bright, too-blue eyes swam around like fish in an aquarium.
    The pale tentacle reached, quested, but could not find him because he was no longer high atop it all, perched and balanced, he was falling, spinning downward into thirst and burning and pain.
    He had to make it stop.
    But how?

Chapter Twenty-One
24 HOURS, 10 MINUTES

    LITTLE PETE LICKED his lips. They were dry and cracked.
    Astrid was thirsty, too. She’d gone out a couple of times, defying the quarantine, to look for water.
    Her plan now was to wait for dawn when the dew would settle on the leaves of the trees, on the siding of the house.
    She had a squeegee and a bucket and some fairly clean rags. She had to get water. She had to get Pete something to drink.
    No one to call on for help. Sam was gone. She had looked for Edilio but not found him. Who could get her anything? Who could help her?
    Little Pete coughed hoarsely and licked his lips as he hung in midair, twisting slowly, like a chicken on a rotisserie, hovering in the breeze that blew strong through the window.
    Afterward Diana lay alone in her bed.