Oh, it was that woman—Corentine—who’d been a little too friendly with Rook.But Maisie couldn’t respond. The fear contracting her limbs wouldn’t allow her to come out of hiding.There was a bad man out there playing games with them. Psycho is what he was, laughing it up while messing with people’s heads.She wanted Steve. She was never scared when he was around.“Can anyone tell me where there’s a bathroom?” Teleporting Ivan sounded desperate. He had beamed himself through the wall Maisie had built, only to be immediately captured by Noah’s dream control. The need-to-pee dream was just mean, though. No Darkside toilet would satisfy the urge.“Maisie!” came a sharp whisper. Corentine again.If Maisie moved a hair, took a deep breath, even gulped, then Noah would see her. He’d set her running again, terror crackling in her wake. Please, just go away.“Maisie! I can’t figure out how to get to you.”Duh. The city was a maze, and Corentine didn’t know the way across the street from her shadowed alleyway to Maisie’s.
