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else...maybe plastic, or even metal. Peering around the corner, I saw the camera smoking where he'd fried it behind a one-way panel that looked otherwise invisible where it lay flush against the wall. He'd cracked the panel too, or I might not have seen it at all.
    Touching me again in warning, Revik walked past me and out onto the sloped driveway leading up to the next level. I felt him scanning, right before he glanced around briefly, then motioned with his head for me to follow.
    Exhaling a bit, I let go of the wall.
    I joined him after he'd already reached the steel-plated door. His hand rested on the combination lock, so I didn't speak when I saw his eyes shift slightly out of focus.
    I had to fight to keep my light away from his, though.
    I still had some kind of issue with him and the telekinesis. Namely, that it massively turned me on whenever he did it. I found myself watching light course through veins in his aleimi, keeping my reactions firmly behind a shield, but unable to tear my attention off him completely. I didn't really understand my own reaction to what I saw, but not understanding it didn't temper its effect on me. When his sight began to slide through the mechanisms of the lock, I forced myself to look away, feeling the pain in my abdomen and chest worsen as his light unfurled.
    Even so, it made me irritated with myself. No wonder Balidor didn't want the two of us working ops together. Point blank, he told me I wasn't reliable around Revik...nor him around me. He was worried we'd get each other killed.
    Biting my lip, I tried to shove that from my mind, too.
    It was too late to start worrying now. Besides, I really did want what we'd come for. I couldn't even articulate to myself exactly why I wanted it so badly...but I did. It felt important, vitally important, although I couldn't explain that either, not even to Revik. I'd barely slept the past week, between the dreams and planning for this job, and not all of my agitation stemmed from nerves. It felt like anticipation, nearly a compulsion...which was another thing that seemed to be happening a lot more lately.
    Vash told me to trust those impulses, at least when I could.
    He seemed to think they came from the Bridge nature in me, taking over from the regular, more ordinary person of Allie Taylor. He also seemed to think it was good that part of me was becoming more prominent...even, at times, dominant, compared to the rest of me.
    Anyway, it was Balidor's own fault we were going in this way. If I'd thought I had a prayer of talking him or Wreg into coming with us based purely on my dreams and things Feigran had told me, I would have included the Adhipan and the ex-rebels in my plans, too.
    But, watching Revik, I had to wonder if that was true, either.
    I hadn't really wanted to include the others, if I was really being honest with myself.
    Another click came from the mechanism in the door.
    I felt that one more than heard it. Revik glanced at me, giving me a slight grin before he turned the handle. Seeing the look on my face, he paused, and I realized he felt more in my light. For the barest instant, I saw him let it in, saw his expression soften.
    I nudged his shoulder with my hand, harder than necessary.
    "Cut it out," I whispered. "Not you, too."
    He averted his eyes, but I saw color rise to his cheeks. Taking my wrist, he pulled me carefully through the doorway behind him. Then he stopped, and I felt his light roving up and down the stairs, taking in details systematically. I was close enough to him now that I felt him do it; he let me in when he noticed, wanting me to see everything, too, to make sure he didn't miss anything.
    He found the camera on the next landing before I did, though.
    "You do that one," he said, soft.
    I felt my nerves jump a little. Thinking then, I nodded.
    He hid behind the teaching thing sometimes. I knew it was partly to avoid dealing with me directly. That was fine with me; it allowed me to chill a little on my end, too.