Emma’s lips tightened into a thin line. “No, but that’s not the point.”

Bruno didn’t argue. Instead, he picked me up at the waist and carried me into the shade, where he leaned me against the trunk of a tree like a freaking surfboard. Leaning over, he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

I have never wanted to knee a man in the crotch so badly in my life. He had no idea how thankful he should have been for that full body bind. Not a clue.

“Gotta go. Love you.”

Emma came out to stand beside me, looking grim, as Bruno and Rizzoli drove away in Rizzoli’s car. She showed me the set of keys she was holding. “They didn’t disable my car. When the spell breaks, you can take it. But you have to promise me you’ll be careful. Jan is powerful, smart, and he really does hate you. I don’t know why.”

I would’ve promised … if I could’ve. As it was I just stood there like a freaking statue, my mouth partially open. I was so furious I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t even do that. I was so completely helpless. Every second stretched into eternity. Emma, bless her heart, stood next to me, waiting, offering moral support.

Finally, finally, the binding spell wore off, releasing me so suddenly that I stumbled and would’ve fallen over if Emma hadn’t caught me. It took probably five more minutes for the cramping to pass enough that I could have any hope of walking to the car.

“Bruno’s going to be pissed if you let her go,” Kevin said. The whole time Emma had stood beside me, he had been leaning casually against the doorjamb with Paulie sitting calmly at his feet. He didn’t sound like he was going to interfere or like he was passing judgment. It was just an observation.

“Bruno DeLuca can kiss my lily-white ass,” Emma snapped.

Kevin shook his head. “Whatever. I’m staying out of it.”

“Good,” Emma and I snarled in chorus. Raising his hands in surrender, Kevin backed into the house, pulling the door closed behind him and giving himself plausible deniability if Bruno tried to give him a hard time later.

I climbed awkwardly into Emma’s little subcompact. My muscles still weren’t behaving normally. Fortunately the car had an automatic transmission. I wouldn’t have to try to handle the clutch or shift gears once I got it backed out of its parking spot.

Emma pressed her keychain into my hand after I strapped on my seatbelt. “Be careful.”

“I will. I promise.” I meant it, too. I’m not invincible. The events in Mexico showed me that all too clearly. But I wasn’t going to sit back and let Bruno get away with pulling a stunt like this. No way. If I did that he’d feel free to do it again, or something else he considered “necessary” or “for my own good.” Screw that—twice—with something sharp.

It was a long drive from Emma’s to the university, long enough that I was able to calm down and think by the time I reached the edge of campus. Oh, I was still furious, but it wasn’t the blind, unthinking rage that had overcome me when that spell disk cracked open.

They shouldn’t have done it and they’d both be getting hell from me about it later.

But that didn’t change the reality of the situation.

Dominic Rizzoli was a federal agent. He was smart, tough, and experienced. He was in charge of an investigation to capture a terrorist. He was entitled to give the orders. More to the point, his talent—and greatest gift—was intuition. He knew where to be, when to be there, and who he needed with him.

If I went against that, I’d be doing to him exactly what Creede had done to me, and I’d be risking lives doing it.

It was a bitter realization. It hurt, and I hated it. But it was the truth. So, rather than pull up to the parking lot and flash my FBI consultant’s badge at the security guard standing there, I drove past and parked in the first shady, curbside spot I found. It was a no-parking zone, but I didn’t plan to stay long.

I had just started trying to figure out exactly what I was going to do next when Okalani stepped off the curb less than thirty feet ahead of me.

The last time I’d seen her, she’d been a pretty girl of fifteen or so with exotic features, dark brown skin, and hair that would’ve been kinky-curly if it hadn’t been kept cropped close to her skull. She’d looked and acted like a kid. Now, even though not that much time had passed, she looked older, harder. The baby fat had left her cheeks and there were harsh lines at the corners of her mouth.

Holy crap.

I threw open the car door and started climbing out, calling her name.

She turned, and when she saw me, I had microseconds to recognize the expressions that flickered across her face. Recognition, guilt, and terror. She turned, as if to someone standing beside her, though there was no one there. As she did, I saw something flicker at the edge of my consciousness. It was something familiar, yet foreign. I started toward whatever I saw … and smelled something I’d smelled before.

Okalani’s eyes went wide with horror. “No!” she screamed, and leapt toward me, blocking me from reaching past her.

Our fingers touched, the briefest of contacts, and I felt the world lurch sideways.

When everything was still again I found myself in a darkened room lit only by the little red dots from plugged-in surge protectors and a crack of light around each of four doors. Not much light to see by, but I don’t need much. Besides, I knew where we were. I’d been in this room dozens of times while attending the college. We were in one of the auditorium classrooms.

Okalani was with me, her breathing harsh. Not from the effort, from tears.

“Were you the bait? To get me close enough to murder?” I kept my voice level even though I wanted to shout at her. I had a feeling I knew exactly what had just happened. It was that little turn that gave it away. If she hadn’t done that I would never have noticed the man-shaped shadow that stretched along the ground beside hers. A shadow that seemed to have no source … and he’d made the same mistake Bruno had. I could smell his cologne, a very unique, European scent that wasn’t often encountered in SoCal. Jan Mortensen. He’d been using magic to hide himself, but forgot those two telling details. Lucky for me. If he’d stuck around a little longer when I’d gone to visit Bruno in his office, I might be dead now.

Okalani sobbed. “I couldn’t let him … they said you were evil and needed to die, but seeing you, I just couldn’t. You’re not evil. You’re not.” Her whole body was shaking with the violence of her emotions.

Who the hell was Jan Mortensen and what did he have against me?

Crap. Okalani might be an idiot for getting involved with him, but she’d saved my life. “Thank you.” I’m not much of a hugger, but it was obvious she needed to be held, so I took her in my arms. It was awkward. I’m not really good at that sort of thing, and she was wearing this huge backpack besides. “Tell me.”

“I … I can’t. They’ll kill me.” It wasn’t just an expression. It was the honest truth. She held out her arm and I saw the mark of a binding oath on her skin, throbbing an ugly red. She’d nearly already said too much. Binding oaths were serious business. I’d watched Creede’s partner decay before my eyes after breaking one.

Suddenly she realized just how serious the situation was. She’d been too shocked before, acting on instinct. Now, looking at the mark, it really hit her. I could see it. She looked around in panic, her dark eyes so wide with fear that the whites showed all around the iris. But it wasn’t just the throbbing red pattern on her arm that was bothering her. She’d finally realized where we were.

“Oh, shit. No, no, no! We have to get out of here!” I had to grab both of her shoulders and give her a light shake before her eyes would focus on me again.

“Okalani, talk to me. Why is it bad we’re here?”

She reached up and ran fingers through her hair, not to smooth it, but as though she wanted to rip it out. “We are so screwed. Princess, I am soooo sorry. I’ve been taking classes since I moved here. This semester was Practical Matter Teleporation. Dr. Greene’s assistant set up a spell so that everything teleported on the university campus for the next twenty-four hours would come here. It’s for homework—she’s going to review the final product after transit, to see if it survived the trip. And she’s sealed the room so nobody can tamper with their results. I have to get us out of here. I told Jan about the assignment. He knows we’re here. He’ll come here looking for us any minute. Oh my God, oh my God. Where can we go? What’m I going to do?”

“Calm down!” I snapped it as an order. Amazingly enough, it worked. She stopped babbling. She was still trembling and terrified, but she seemed capable of listening. “You said the room’s shielded—”

“I can teleport through shields. But where can we go? They’re everywhere.”

She could teleport through shields? Oh, I really wished I hadn’t heard that. It was bad on so many levels. Nobody ethical would’ve taught her that particular trick. It would mean she’d be able to go anywhere at will. Paintings at the Louvre would be easy pickings. High-security prisons wouldn’t hold her.

I forced the thoughts from my mind. I didn’t have time to think about that right now. Soon, very soon, Okalani and I would be having a chat. But not now. “We need a plan. I promised your mom I’d find you and help you, and that’s what I’m going to do. But you need to stay calm and listen.”

“My mom sent you?” There was a hint of anger in her voice, but there was hope, too. The kid I’d known on Serenity wasn’t completely lost.

I spoke to what was left of that kid, hoping there was enough of her still inside the young woman in front of me. “Your mom loves you, Okalani. She misses you. And she’s worried. Terrified you’re in trouble.”

That proud chin rose, so much like her mother’s. “I can take care of myself.”

Yeah, right. She’d been doing a bang-up job of that. But sarcasm, while merited, wouldn’t help. I sank onto the edge of the stage, narrowly avoiding an odd assortment of items on the floor. Apples, oranges, the mounted head of a bull moose, and even an old Henry repeating rifle. I had more to say to Okalani, but first, I needed to let Rizzoli know about Jan before he escaped completely.