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problem,” I told her quickly, before she could shift away. “I really am Pythia, but I don’t know what I’m doing and there’s no one in my time who can help me.”
    “That’s a problem,” she agreed, snicking the cuffs shut.
    “Yeah.”
    “Good luck with that.” She grabbed the mage by the collar.
    “Don’t you dare leave!”” I said furiously. “I helped you !”
    “You almost blew this place sky-high! Anyway, even if I wanted to help you, there are rules.”
    “Screw the rules! You stuck me with this godforsaken position—”
    “I didn’t hear that.”
    “—and now you think you can just walk away? You have a responsibility here!”
    I’d been waving the gun around in my agitation, and it accidentally went off and took a chip out of a brick over the mage’s head. He blinked. “Uh, ladies? Might I suggest—”
    “Shut up!” we told him in unison. He shut up.
    Agnes tried to shift, but I grabbed her wrist, wrenching us back at the same moment that she tried to go forward. “Are you crazy?” she screeched, only it sounded like she was talking in slow motion.
    Time wobbled around us: one second, we were back where I came in, with bullets whizzing around our heads; the next we were in the future, watching a party of cloaked men in funny hats examining the ruined door. One of them caught sight of us and paled, and then we were gone, bouncing backward once more.
    Agnes somehow managed to put on the brakes, wrenching us out of the time stream with what I swear was an audible pop. For a moment, we stood there, white-faced and shaking, back where we’d started but a little worse for the wear. I don’t know about the others, but I felt like I’d just stepped off a roller coaster—light-headed and a little sick.
    “I need to go to the bathroom,” the mage said weakly.
    Agnes took a deep breath and let it out, glaring at me. “You’re a lousy liar. If I’d trained you, you’d have known better than to pull a stunt like that!”
    “Didn’t you hear me?” I demanded. “You didn’t train me. That’s the problem. You gave me this lousy job and then died before—”
    “La-la-la. Not listening.” She stuck a finger in one ear, which didn’t help much as the other hand still gripped the mage’s shirt.
    I stared at her. My last image of Agnes was her heroic death to keep a rogue initiate from laying waste to the time line. Somewhere in my hero worship, I’d forgotten how deeply weird she could be. Of course, if I kept this job as long as she had, I might not be too normal, either. It wasn’t a comforting thought.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, honestly worried that my last chance for a mentor was headed down the toilet along with her sanity.
    “What’s wrong with me ?” She took the finger out of her ear to shake it at me. “You’re not supposed to tell me these things!”
    “I haven’t told you that much—” I began, only to be cut off with a savage gesture.
    “You’ve told me plenty! I have an initiate in training and she isn’t you. You said I got you into this, so what happened to her? Is she dead? Did she turn dark?” Her hands waved around, banging the mage’s head into the wall. “I don’t know!”
    “Sort of both,” I said uneasily. Agnes’ second heir, Myra, had turned dark and began using her time-travel abilities for her own and her allies’ gain. Agnes would be forced to kill her to remove the threat to the time line but would die herself in the process. And that would leave an untrained nobody in the Pythia’s position—me.
    “Don’t tell me that!” she whispered, clearly horrified.
    “You asked.”
    “No! I didn’t! I was explaining how much information I could get out of this meeting if I thought about it, which I’m absolutely not going to do because I may have already learned too much. What if something you say causes me to change the way I deal with the present— my present—which then alters your future? You might shift