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spotted her enough money to catch Luscious Lucien’s eye. If not, she’d be stuck in this compound a very long time until she could get close to him.
    Ha, Caylin thought. The almighty buck. You could buy your way into just about anything these days.
    Off to her right small groups of “members” made their way from one building to another across the compound. Chow time? Maybe. This looked like a parade of the whole crew. They were dressed in the same simple white clothes as Jenny. And from what Caylin could see in the dim light, Jenny was right. All were about her age—yet all the faces were different. A true mix of nationalities from across theplanet. Their manner was calm and leisurely. Their laughter genuine. They didn’t have a care in the world.
    Interesting.
    Then Caylin caught sight of three men with shaved heads walking in a different direction.
    Hmmm. More interesting.
    Caylin wandered off the gravel path to get a better look at the men.
    They were dressed differently than the members. Black robes. Very loose fitting. They were also much older than the members, and they all seemed so intense. Priests? Caylin doubted that. Yes, priests could be very intense, but this was a different kind of intensity. These men focused on what was going on around them, not inside them.
    She’d only seen that kind of look in one other place—on the faces of the Secret Service types that she sometimes sparred with in the Tower gym.
    Security. Yeah, that made sense. There sure was an army surplus of them. And the guy at the front gate was definitely rude enough.
    Caylin felt a twinge of adrenaline. With that many guards around, she’d have to watch herself. . . .
    â€œHey,” came a voice.
    Caylin turned to see Jenny. Smiling as always.
    â€œYou weren’t thinking of wandering off, were you?” she asked not so innocently.
    Caylin smiled. “Not at all. I just wanted to get a better look at the sunset.”
    Jenny nodded. “You’ll get some positively amazing sunsets in these mountains. Enjoy them. We all do.”
    Of course you do, Caylin thought. No music, no gym, no TV. What else is there?
    Jenny suddenly pulled Caylin close. “I have good news,” she whispered. “Lucien has granted you an audience for a few brief moments.”
    â€œAwesome!” Caylin piped.
    Jenny laughed and guided Caylin toward the main temple. “I know how you feel. I remember my first audience with Lucien. He’s so . . . in tune, you know? It’s like he can immediately read into your soul.”
    Hope not, Caylin thought, but forced herself to play upthe breathless excitement. “Oh, I can’t believe I’m actually going to meet him. Do I look okay?”
    That was such a Jo thing to say, Caylin thought. Ugh.
    â€œYou’ll do fine,” Jenny reassured her. “Just be open and natural. Everything will take care of itself.”
    â€œO-okay.”
    When they got close to the large, ornate doors of the main temple, they swung inward like doors on an ultratacky Las Vegas supermarket. Caylin nearly burst out laughing.
    But that feeling evaporated when she got a peek inside.
    The ceiling had to be a hundred feet high.
    Thick pillows for kneeling were lined up in a circle, surrounding a raised sofalike structure that was no doubt for Lucien. The walls were decorated in silver and gold, with an extensive collection of vases and sculpture throughout. She also noticed a pair of shaved heads hovering in the shadows. Caylin thought it odd that she was technically in a house of worship, but she saw no traditional religious trappings. She wondered exactly what Lucien and his followers worshiped.
    â€œThis is one of the main meditation chambers,” Jenny whispered. “You’ll eventually think of this place as your natural center. This is where all wrongs inside you become right again.”
    What ever , Jennifer, Caylin thought. This girl