“Did you say you had a second fire-starter?” Alice asked.

“I did say that.” He pulled it out of the pack and gave it to her. “Just press this button. Maximum range is only about twenty feet, so you have to wait until the target gets as close as that pile of rocks over there.”

She examined the fire-starter in her hand. “Got it.”

“We’ll sit back-to-back on this log,” Drake said. “That way we’ll still have physical contact, but I’ll be able to keep watch in one direction while you keep an eye out for anything coming up from the opposite end of the beach.”

“Works for me.”

She put one jean-clad leg over the log, sitting astride. He did the same. They pressed their backs together, and energy shivered around them as they both jacked up their talents.

For a time the strange night was silent except for the muffled lapping of the waves in the cove. Drake savored the feel of Alice’s sleek back. She was warm and smelled good. It was ridiculous under the circumstances but it felt right to be here like this together.

Houdini made an eager, chittering sound.

Alice stiffened. “My three-o’clock position. Here goes.”

Drake turned his head and saw a monstrous beetle. “Aim for the biggest part of the thing.”

Alice rezzed the fire-starter. The beetle disintegrated into a smoky ruin.

Houdini went wild and did a victory lap around the fire.

Alice sighed. “Maybe he thinks we’re in the middle of some kind of game.”

Drake zapped another insect.

“I do realize that, as honeymoons go, this one is probably not going to make any woman’s top-ten list,” he said.

“Now, see, there’s where you’re wrong,” Alice said. “It’s all a matter of perspective. I can promise you that this honeymoon is a lot more fun than my last one.”

“Yeah?”

“Hey, this time my husband isn’t trying to murder me. He’s saving me from giant cockroaches.”

“I like your glass-half-full attitude.”

Chapter 12

THE TERRIBLE FOG BEGAN TO RETREAT A COUPLE OF hours later. Alice could not be sure of the time because her watch and Drake’s had both stopped, victims of the heavy psi in the area.

The war with the oversized insects ended shortly thereafter as the surviving monsters retreated back through the fence into the Preserve. The first faint light of dawn appeared.

Drake swung one leg back over the log so that he was no longer sitting astride and took his mirrored sunglasses out of his jacket.

“They’re gone,” he said as he put on his glasses. “I was right, they can’t live outside the Preserve during the day. They need the fog to survive.”

“Thank goodness,” Alice said. “The thought of hiking to Shadow Bay and zapping mutant insects along the way was a little daunting.”

Houdini chortled a cheerful greeting and looked hopefully at the remaining camp meals.

“Hungry?” Drake asked. He got to his feet, reached down, and opened the pack. “So am I. Let’s see what we’ve got for breakfast.”

Alice rose slowly from the driftwood log, stretching to work out some stiff muscles. She watched Drake open the pack, intensely aware that, in spite of everything, she missed the feel of his warm, strong back pressed up against her. She missed the psychic connection that had bound them so intimately through the long, dangerous night. Nothing like surviving an attack of monster insects together to forge a bond between two people, she thought. Don’t read too much into this.

She studied the scene on the beach in the low light of a sullen gray dawn. There were a handful of charred insect carcasses scattered about on the sand. One of them was way too close for comfort.

“Yuck,” Alice said. She turned away from the sight of the dead monster, shuddering.

Drake held up three meal packets. “Looks like stew and pear crisp for breakfast or stew and pear crisp.”

“Choices, choices,” Alice said. “I think I’ll have stew and pear crisp.”

“Excellent decision.”

Drake rezzed three meals. Alice dropped down on the log again to eat her breakfast. Drake sat beside her. They watched Houdini go through the same dithering process that he had gone through the night before, eventually choosing to eat the pear crisp first.

Alice realized that Drake was smiling a little, not so much in amusement but more like satisfaction, she decided.

“What?” she asked around a mouthful of stew.

“Just thinking that we made a good team last night, you, me, and the dust bunny.”

She thought about that. “Yes, we did, didn’t we?”

“That said, we need to get to Shadow Bay today. I don’t think we want to spend another night out in the open.”

Alice froze as a horrible thought struck her. “You said you hadn’t heard from your brother in several days. What if—?”

“Shadow Bay has been overrun by giant insects?” Drake shook his head. “I don’t think that’s very likely, not on that sector of the island.”

“Why not?”

“The town is located a few miles from the fence in a region of Rainshadow that has historically experienced a much lower level of paranormal activity.” Drake angled his head toward the nearby woods. “This sector around Deception Cove, on the other hand, has always been a real hot spot, even before the recent problems. It’s noted on all the old charts. That’s why the fence comes so close to the shoreline around here.”

“You’re assuming that the mutations would start first in a place like Deception Cove?” Alice thought about it. “Makes sense.”

“That’s my best guess.” Drake finished his meal and got to his feet. “Let’s move out.”

It did not take long to pack up the camp, mostly because Drake did all the work, Alice thought. She didn’t even know how to fold the tent.

“I feel more than a little useless,” she said. “Please don’t hesitate to give instructions.”

“I won’t.” Drake gave her a coolly approving smile. “And you sure as hell weren’t useless last night.”

She decided that comment made her feel a lot better.

Drake handed her the smaller of the two packs. “Here you go.”

She struggled into the pack and followed him down the beach. Houdini scampered along at their feet, pausing here and there to investigate an interesting rock or log.

“Everything’s a game to you, isn’t it?” Alice asked him, smiling.

Drake glanced at Houdini. “Life is simple for a dust bunny. Deciding whether to eat the pear crisp before the stew is probably about as difficult as decision-making gets.”

The beach ended in a tumble of rocks. Drake wove a path through them and started into the tree line. Alice followed, concentrating on her footing so intently that she blundered into Drake before she realized that he had stopped and was standing very still.

She opened her mouth to ask a question, but he silenced her with a small motion of his hand. Houdini, too, had gone silent. He was still fully fluffed and was looking at the woods up ahead as intently as Drake.

Alice watched Drake take out the fire-starter.

Oh, crap, she thought. More mutant insects.

Drake closed his hand around her arm and drew her into the shadows cast by a pile of boulders. They hunkered down and waited.

Alice heard the crackle of dead branches and pine needles. Small pebbles skittered. Next came the muffled thud of footsteps and the sound of heavy, labored breathing.

Not insects, she thought. She did not know if that was going to be good news or bad news.

A moment later a woman appeared, making her way awkwardly through the trees. She was young, probably not more than eighteen or nineteen, thin, and haggard looking, as if she hadn’t eaten or slept well in some time. Her long brown hair straggled around her shoulders. She was dressed in dark green trousers, a matching shirt with a logo on the breast pocket, and heavy boots. A uniform, Alice realized.