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missed my friend.
    “I’m not sure,” I said, fingering a flowing pink sleeve. It was later that afternoon, and I was standing on Liz’s bed in my bare feet, straining to see all of myself in the mirror over her dresser drawers.
    “It looks great,” Liz said in surprise.
    “Yes, but it’s
pink.
” I was already taking it off.
    “Pink’s got such a bad rep. Okay, forget that one.” Liz went rummaging through her closet again. Back when we’d been recruiting people, she’d always managed to snag lots of expensive clothes from abandoned stores. I hadn’t seen the point since we didn’t have anyplace to wear them, but I guess that was just me.
    “Here, try this.” Liz tossed something black and flashing at me: a sleeveless top made of shiny black sequins. I pulled it on; it slithered down my torso like chain mail.
    She whistled. “Oh,
sexy.
That one, definitely. Alex won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
    I gazed at the plunging draped neckline. The black sequins moved when I did, glittering and alive. “No, it’s not right.”
    “Willow! Honestly, if you don’t wear that one I’m going to – wait, what are you doing?”
    I was taking off the short black skirt I was wearing, struggling to keep my balance on the bed as I stepped out of it. “It’s too much with the skirt – it looks like I should be thirty years old and drinking cocktails.” I pulled on my jeans again. The contrast with the faded denim made the black top even sexier.
    There was a pause as Liz studied me. She nodded.
    “You’re right,” she said. “
That
is perfect. Now, jewellery.”
    “I’ve got this,” I said in surprise, touching my crystal teardrop pendant. Alex had given it to me almost exactly a year ago, on my seventeenth birthday. I’d barely taken it off ever since.
    “What about earrings, though? Look.” She brandished a sparkly pair.
    “I don’t have pierced ears.”
    “You don’t have pierced ears
yet,
” she corrected.
    I opened my mouth to say,
Whoa, hold it right there
– and stopped with a gasp. A cold fog of fear had swamped me from out of nowhere, settling icily over my heart. I shivered at its intensity…and then it was gone, along with the words from my throat.
    “Hey, don’t look so freaked out! Fine, we won’t pierce your ears if you’re going to be
that
much of a wuss,” Liz said, laughing.
    I shook my head; in the mirror, my eyes looked wide and uncertain. “It wasn’t that. I thought I felt—” I broke off. Remembering how Raziel had psychically spied on me, I quickly searched my mind. I knew how to do it now; if he’d realized I was still alive and was somehow back again, I’d feel him. But there was nothing.
    Liz was staring. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” I said finally. And it seemed true. The fear was gone as completely as if it had never been there at all.
    “Sure?”
    “Yeah, I’m okay.” My voice sounded more confident this time – I’d probably just had some kind of weird fast-forward to the attack.
I’ll ask Seb if he felt anything too, just to make sure,
I decided. He’d be out on the firing range now; I’d collar him as soon as he finished. Then I sighed, thinking of the guarded quality that would come over his energy the second he saw me.
    There was a knock on the door, and Meghan poked her vivid head in. “Liz, do you have a— Oh, wow!” Her blue eyes widened; she came into the room, grinning and looking me up and down. “Willow, you look great!”
    I’d almost forgotten what I was wearing. “Thanks,” I said, touching the sequinned top. Meghan wasn’t really a friend of mine, but I liked her. She was one of those rare people who just always managed to be happy. Before the quakes, she’d been training to be a dancer and had apparently had a promising career ahead of her, before the world became so devastated – yet you never got even a hint of her feeling sorry for herself.
    “She won’t let me pierce her ears,” grumbled Liz as