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hours.”
    “Are you going to kill me?” Doris demands through chattering teeth. “Do it--I dare you!”
    “Kill you? I didn’t even hit you,” Nico tells her bluntly as they go back into his room. “You need to explain what you’re thinking, now, or I’ll take you back to the South Hall and let Century deal with you, got it?”
    She stares at him. “Tell Skye she is NOT your sister,” she demands.
    “Father?” Nico says, instead, looking over at Superior.
    “The one that can go through walls?” Superior asks.
    “Yeah.”
    “If Tatiana wants her, she can keep her,” Superior says with a shrug. “She accepted Liz, I’ll accept her random adoptions.”
    “Liz wasn’t an adoption,” Nico has to point out.
    It’s about this time that Doris even seems to notice Superior. “Tatiana?” she repeats, her eyes huge. She takes a step back, and then another. “Tatiana is HERE?”
    “Tatiana is Skye’s new adopted mother,” Nico says calmly.
     
    ***
     
    *Denver Colorado*
     
    “Hello, Denver Colorado!” I say over the mic.  We’re standing in front of an old church building facing the biggest field I’ve ever seen—I'm not sure if Nico bought it or just rented it, actually. Regardless, after he sent in the black suits to clean it up, it makes for a pretty awesome concert backdrop. Sure, Tom would have gotten a sports arena, but I think I like this better. The stained glass windows add a really dramatic effect with the right sort of lighting from inside. “I thought for sure there’d be less people here,” I say with a grin, “what with all these glass windows at risk.”
    They laugh, but I see the band members glance behind them with suddenly worried expressions. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a better handle on it now,” I add. “But before we start the concert--” The band Tom had said would open for us called and canceled. I’m not surprised. “I’d like for all of you to step back for a bit while the black suits prepare a little special something for all of you.”
    The crowd starts looking around questioningly, and one of the bolder girls dares to yell, “Are you going to kidnap us? That’s what the news said you would do!”
    “I’ll go!”
    “Me too!”
    “No, I’m not going to kidnap you--I don’t have enough room in my tour bus,” I say. Slowly they start moving away from the wooden platform, allowing six black suits to step in. They’re carrying three large barrels of water, which they set in a triangle. Malina walks in after them, wearing her white and gold uniform. She steps into the middle of the triangle, her attention going from one barrel to the next. When that doesn’t seem to be enough for her, she walks over to one, standing on tip-toe to look inside.
    “What’s going on?” someone demands. “When does the music start?”
    After peeking into the first Malina positively dances over to the next one, a huge grin on her face as she looks in it. After checking the third barrel, she moves to the center again and lifts her hands.
    Colored water rises from the barrels, twisting and spinning over her head. Pink, purple, blue, each barrel comes with a different color that’s lit up by the lights surrounding us. They come together in the center and she steps onto the small ball of water as if it was a platform. It lifts her into the sky, where she does a dramatic spin, laughing happily as the water shifts from one form to the next. Her hands come up and she mocks a conductor, making the water splash in time with her movements. The crowd is getting soaked, but they don’t seem to care. They’re cheering their heads off.
    “One, two, one two three four,” I say, starting our first song.
    “Get those barrels refilled,” I hear someone order from off stage. Black suits come rushing out with more water, keeping Malina happy as I start to sing. I can actually tell when she realizes she’s been playing too long. She jerks and looks over at us with a guilty expression and