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тАЬI need you,тАЭ Nathan said to them.
тАЬWhat is it?тАЭ Edmund asked.
тАЬSomebodyтАЩs hurt Julio.тАЭ
Both of them raced up on the porch. Julio felt the house open the front door. тАЬWhat? Where? What
can we do?тАЭ asked Edmund.
тАЬFirst we need to figure out where,тАЭ Nathan said.
тАЬYou donтАЩt know where? ItтАЩs not here? How do you know about it?тАЭ Deirdre demanded. Her voice
sounded upset.
тАЬJulio?тАЭ Nathan said.
Julio pulled his hand from the wall, breaking a host of connections he had made with the house. тАЬOh,тАЭ
he said. тАЬIтАЩm sorry!тАЭ The small snaps had hurt, a hundred tiny cuts on sensitive skin. He touched the wall
again.
тАЬNext time, warn me,тАЭ the house told him.
тАЬI didnтАЩt know.тАЭ
тАЬNor I.тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm pulling away now.тАЭ He waited a moment, then lifted his hand off the wall. He headed for the
front hall and bumped into the closed dining room door. тАЬWhat do I do now?тАЭ
тАЬCome through.тАЭ
He put his hands out and pressed them into the door, felt the same energy there, warm and fluid and
accepting. He pushed into it and past it and came out the other side.
Deirdre yelled, тАЬYow!тАЭ

Chapter Four

Still Past
EDMUND gasped. тАЬWhat is that?тАЭ he asked after a moment, his voice at its most molten-metal pure,
so beautiful Julio wanted to wrap himself up in it. Julio reached toward Edmund, touched his jacket.
тАЬWhat?тАЭ
тАЬJulio, wait,тАЭ Nathan said.
Julio traced the zipper of EdmundтАЩs jacket up, touched his throat, felt a pulse of heat and unborn
music wound tight under his fingertips, masked by a warm net of skin and nerves and veins, arteries and
muscles.
тАЬThis is Julio?тАЭ Edmund asked, letting a little of the coiled music loose. Julio reached up and touched
his lips. тАЬWhat are you doing?тАЭ Julio felt the words breathe out past his fingers, each one carrying a trace
of power.
тАЬYour voice,тАЭ Julio said. тАЬI love your voice.тАЭ
тАЬJulio,тАЭ Deirdre said, her voice hoarse. тАЬWhat happened to you?тАЭ
тАЬA witch cast him out of his body,тАЭ Nathan answered.
Julio set one hand against EdmundтАЩs throat and kept the other over his lips, waiting, hoping, for
another word. тАЬWould you please stop that?тАЭ Edmund said. Julio could taste his amusement and
exasperation. For a moment he didnтАЩt even think about what Edmund had said; he was too busy savoring
the music arid strangeness of words that carried this power. Then he suddenly realized: here he was,
touching again, somebody heтАЩd known for ten years and never really touched before.
He pulled back. тАЬIтАЩm sorry,тАЭ he said. тАЬI canтАЩt see. But I can hear even better than I could before, and
I can touch. I know IтАЩm getting carried away.тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩre blind?тАЭ Deirdre asked.
тАЬYeah.тАЭ
тАЬWhoa. YouтАЩre so pretty and you canтАЩt even see yourself?тАЭ
тАЬPretty?тАЭ He reached toward her, trying to catch sense from what she said. His hand met hers.
тАЬYow!тАЭ she said, meshing her fingers with his. тАЬThatтАЩs the weirdest thing! Feels just like a hand, looks