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against Isaiah. He’d killed them all. How do you fight someone who can hear your intentions? Someone who can fill your mind with a blast of lethal energy and kill you in a few seconds? I knew I wasn’t a match for him—at least not yet—so I wasn’t pushing to lead a mission to take him out. For now, we were playing defense, simply trying to keep our people alive and safe. And I had to hand it to Williamson—he’d made good on his promise to step up security: locks on the building doors, new surveillance equipment protecting the boundary walls, and the patrols, day and night. Hell, if someone launched a missile at us, the sparks probably could divert it into the lake.
    I wasn’t the only person who felt like Ganzfield was the only safe place right now. Recent “graduates” returned from their colleges or jobs, and some brought G-positive family members. The sparks had added several new cinderblock houses to their little community for the new arrivals, and a cluster of recreational vehicles and trailers housed more people in the field behind Blake House.
    Cecelia was back from UNH, much to our mutual annoyance. Heather McFee, the sole healer in a family of sparks, stayed in Blake House, as well. Ann Williamson, Jon’s niece, had arrived a few days ago. She took up residence in her old cabin, even though she no longer needed the isolation. She was off the meds and no longer heard thoughts, but this land had been in her mom’s family for generations, so she could pretty much stay wherever she wanted.
    Many beds in Blake House remained empty, though. The melting snow had washed away the bloodstains from the massacre, but the sense of death remained, clinging to our memories. It sometimes felt like the dead were still here.
    Haunting us.
    Something moved under the surface of the water. The simple, globular thoughts of fish touched the edges of my mind as a strange rumble stirred them up. On the far end of the lake, two small helicopters lifted into the air. Each was barely large enough to hold a single person, although I knew these two would be remotely controlled by a couple of sparks. The lawnmower drone of their motors came across the water as the helicopters flew low, sending a rippling wake out from the wash of their rotors. When they got closer to the sparks’ houses, they splashed-in, one after the other, resurfacing to float on their pontoons. The copters took off again a minute later, repeating the fly-by from another angle.
    I nodded absently, feeling reassured. The sparks would never allow another aerial attack on us. Our bigger concern was that some rich skiers would fly too close on their way to a drop on a nearby mountain next winter.
    Behind me, I felt a gentle touch from Trevor’s mind. I smiled and sent him an image of where to find me.
    You left without me this morning. He carried two coffee cups in his physical hands. A plate with two bagels and a bowl of green grapes floated in front of him.
    Like you wouldn’t have spared me that meeting if the situation had been reversed.
    How’d it go? He joined me out on the rock and handed me one of the coffees. He’d even added milk and fake sugar, just the way I liked it.
    About as badly as we expected. I gave him a quick mental recap.
    So they know you’re not pregnant and they don’t know about Rachel. Sounds like you did wonderfully.
    Thanks, I needed that. I took another gulp of coffee, feeling the lump in my throat as I swallowed. You’re the only one who doesn’t think I’m a major screw-up right now.
    Trevor put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. That’s because I know you better than they do.
    I smiled, resting my head against his chest, feeling like everything was okay now that he was here.
    Any sign of Rachel? I asked.
    Didn’t see her at the dining hall.
    Well, if she’s looking for me, we know she’ll be able to find me. I knew Rachel would figure out who’d given her that particular little gift. If she wasn’t looking