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Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Rhychard shifted against the tree he leaned on as he stared up at the lighted window. Renny was still an active member of Harvest Fellowship. She had always known what was going on at the church. Not like Miles, a busybody in everyone's business. She actually cared what happened to that church and the people who attended. Rhychard doubted that had changed in three months. She should be able to give him a clue as to what was happening now, a hint, at least, of what Vargas was after on sacred ground. Surely, she would now be a great asset in the battle against evil. Yet, how would he ever be able to describe what was going on without her thinking he was certifiably crazy? He couldn't even get

Ruby had reheated the leftover food she had made earlier for dinner, and Shayla ate just to fill her empty stomach, not really tasting anything. "So," Ruby said, curling up on the other end of the couch with a cup of tea. "I made up with Ricardo." That got Shayla's attention. She looked up from her plate, her eyebrows rising. "You did?" "I did." Ruby's smile was soft, almost shy, which was unusual for her. "I went to his house today. And I met his elder sister, Summer. She is thirty-two but she looks twenty-three. It is honestly unfair."