I HURLED MYSELF to the far edge of the viewing chamber. Away from him. Away from … Wyck. How was this possible? “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Wyck reached over and smoothed my hair back. “Ummm … what are you … Aighh!” I yanked nodes off my head and body as fast as I could. What the blark had been changed? Where was Finn? I clenched the reverter in my pocket. I had to fight the urge to click it right then and there. But if something went wrong on the reversion, I couldn’t just disappear right in front of Wyck. He’d remember it, and the last thing I needed was for Wyck O’Banion to know I was an unchipped Shifter now. The reverter was still going strong, and I pushed it down into my pocket. If Wyck saw it, I was a dead woman. The last time I’d had it in my possession around him, he’d tried to zap me and plunge me off the Washington Monument to get it back. Well, not him exactly. A future, evil version of him. But this guy looked enough like that version of him to get me to push the emergency release button on the chamber and scramble down the ladder when it was still ten feet from the ground.
