straightened up whenever Vairocina appeared.
“Hi, V!” Theodore gushed.
“Hello, Theodore. Hello, everyone.”
I looked at Theodore and mouthed,
“V?”
He only shrugged.
“Hi, Vairocina,” I said. “I know I’m always asking for your help, but . . . well, I need your help again.”
“You know I will always help you in any way I can.”
“Thank you. This time I was wondering if you could help us with our new Guarantor. Hach told me earlier that he gained possession of us from Charlie.”
“He did?” Max interrupted, and I nodded to her.
“Can you check and see how that happened? I can’t figure out when Charlie had any interactions with Hach. Charlie never mentioned him. It just seems strange that he would leave us to Hach. Will you see if you can dig anything up?”
“Certainly,” she replied.
“Did you ever find out how Charlie got all that wealth when he became a Citizen?” Max asked her.
“After his demise, I was certain you wouldn’t be interested anymore. I did find a trail, but it ended at the Keepers.”
“The Keepers?” I said.
“Do you wish me to look further?”
“No. You’re right. It’s not important anymore, but I would appreciate any information about Hach and how we came into his possession.”
“I’m on it already,” she said, smiling and blinking.
“Bye, V!” Theodore said.
“Good-bye, Theodore.”
Vairocina’s image mixed with the light in the room, and then she was gone.
“You
like
her,” Max squealed.
“I do not,” Theodore said.
“Yes, you do!”
Theodore shot me a look. “Don’t look at me,” I argued. “I mean, you do act a little . . . weird whenever she’s around.”
“Me?
I’m
weird? Maybe I should leave so you guys can get back to sucking on each other’s faces.”
“Theodore!” Max exclaimed, but I was nodding, hoping my friend would leave quickly.
Another entire phase passed and still there was no sign of Ketheria. I was nervous, and to make matters worse, Theylor had not sent me a single screen scroll updating me on my sister’s condition.
How long does this step of the awakening take?
I worried.
I was lying in my sleeper, squeezing my temples with the palms of my hands, when Theodore barged into my room. The pain in my head had been coming in waves ever since I woke.
“Come on, malf!” Theodore cried, but then stopped short. “What’s wrong with you?” he said.
“Don’t get too close,” I groaned. “I just might throw up on you.”
“We have a lot of these taps to deliver,” he complained while hoisting up a large blue sack. “How are you going to help if you look like that?”
“I can’t. You go. Queykay’s not here, is he?”
“I don’t know. He might have left already. He did ask for you, though. Max covered. She’ll be here in a sec.”
I sat up, making the pain worse, as if my brain were trying to squeeze out around my eyes. I couldn’t help but think of Ketheria and the glow.
“No,” I said. “I can’t. Tell Max I’m not feeling well or something. Tell her I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“She thinks you’re avoiding her, you know.”
“Did she say that?”
“Not exactly.”
“I’m not doing this on purpose. I can’t control it. I go from zero to puke in a nanosecond. Can you imagine if I tossed in front of Max? Not to mention while I was kissing her!”
Theodore cringed. “No. I don’t want to imagine that.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Argh! Too late. All right, I’ll cover for you again. Get some sleep, but you’ll have to do them
all
next cycle.”
I nodded as Theodore left. Then I lay down, careful to place my head on the sleeper as gently as possible. I was aching to see Max, but not like this. I tried to avoid her whenever I felt this way. I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t face the alternative. After a few moments on my back, another wave of nausea crested in my throat and I jumped off my sleeper despite the cries from my
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