Rebirth

at her sides. Suddenly she seemed uncertain of herself.

Pace extended a hand. “Malena Fowler, isn’t it? Welcome to Colima.”

“Yes, yes, thank you.” Hastily Malena shook the offered hand. Two other people stepped from behind Pace- Lester and Kaufman. Malena craned her head around the group, looking into the room. Cass could see through the open door: it was empty, except for Ruthie sitting on a chair at the dinette table, with a bowl in front of her. When Ruthie saw her she slipped off the chair and ran to her, darting around Pace and the guards. Cass picked her up and Ruthie held on tight.

“You’ve already taken him?” Malena demanded, her voice going high and shrill. “You’ve already taken my Devin? Can I go see him?”

Pace exchanged a pointed look with Kaufman. “You told them about the modification?”

“No-” he replied hastily “-I didn’t say a word to them, I swear.”

“Lester? What about you?”

“No, we were together the whole time. He didn’t say anything.”

“What are you talking about?” Malena demanded. “What modification? What are you doing with my Devin?”

“Relax,” Pace commanded, his face pinched with irritation. “The procedure is standard for the entire general population. Please don’t worry. Your son is in good hands. I understand that he is ill, and he will be given his medication while he is recovering. He’ll receive a standard dose for the next three days. And I’m sorry that we cannot provide medication after that, but your work evaluation will take into account his condition. We’ll try to find a position that allows you to spend as much time with him as possible until his determination.”

“But this is all wrong!” Malena cried. In Cass’s arms, Ruthie whimpered softly and pressed her face against her neck, and Cass rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. “My boy is an outlier. Devin is an outlier! He’s supposed to get his medication! You have to take care of him!”

Kaufman stepped forward and took a gentle but firm hold of Malena’s arm. She tried to shake him off, but he held fast; she was no match for his strength. Pace stepped out of the way, trying to conceal the look of distaste on his face.

“We’ll do everything we can for him,” he said stiffly. “But medication for chronic conditions is available only for outliers.”

“But Devin is an outlier!”

“No. No, he’s not. His test came back negative.”

“You’re lying! Why are you lying? You wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t an outlier, you can’t-”

“I’m here for them.” Pace nodded in the direction of Cass and Ruthie.

It took a moment for comprehension to dawn on Malena’s outraged face, but it was quickly replaced by fury. She wrestled her arm free and threw herself at Cass. “You? You can’t be an outlier. You tricked them. You made them believe your lies! What did you tell them, you whore? What did you do?”

Kaufman moved quickly, pinning Malena’s arms behind her and dragging her backward.

“Where did you take him?” she screamed, spittle flying. “Where have you taken Devin?”

“The same place every man goes who fails the test,” Pace said impatiently. “To be neutered. Now, if you’ll come with me.”

“Neutered? What-”

“He’ll be given a vasectomy under sterile conditions. He’ll be made as comfortable as possible.”

“Trust me, it’s hardly the worst thing anyone’s been through around here,” Kaufman said. Malena stopped resisting and slumped against him.

“Only thing you need is a bag of frozen peas,” Lester said, not unkindly. “I mean, if we had ice.”

“Or peas.” Kaufman winked at Cass, but she could only stare back, stunned. Was he trying to joke with her? Cheer her up?

“They run old movies off the generator,” Kaufman said, leading Malena toward the table, but she went limp, her knees buckling. Cass rushed to help and together she and Kaufman lowered Malena into one of the chairs. “Get a bunch of guys lined up on the couch-they’re all in it together, it’s not so bad. And you miss a couple days off work. You know, not the worst thing ever to happen, hear what I’m saying?”

“But my son is a boy! He’s not even a man yet!” Malena looked wildly from one of them to another, pleading, tears welling in her eyes. She jerked away from Kaufman but he held her wrists tightly. “Don’t let them do this. You have to tell them. They made a mistake. Devin is an outlier. Tell them to do the test again.”

“Ma’am…” Kaufman started. His face was carefully flat, not without sympathy. He exchanged a look with Pace. Cass knew what they were thinking: the boy would be lucky to survive a week, much less all the way into manhood.

And what of Dor? She knew she shouldn’t care-after all, who wanted to bring children into this world? And she supposed the procedure he’d receive was probably no more dangerous than the drive down here. It might take him out of commission for a couple of days-but she could use that time to learn, to explore, to see if she could find out where Sammi had been taken.

She found herself unexpectedly thinking of Dor’s tawny skin, smooth and hot under her hands in the cramped den of the house two nights ago. With only the single candle for light, she hadn’t been able to see anything but shapes, shadows-but his skin was surprisingly silky under her fingertips, his chest muscular and practically hairless. Somehow she’d expected the tattoos on his arms and neck to have a texture, a surface that would abrade or pulse. But no…

Of course last night she’d seen nothing in the dark. With her hands pinned above her head she’d felt-well, of course she’d felt him in other ways. When he brushed against her, gritting his teeth and making a strangled sound in his throat. When he’d entered her in one pitiless thrust-

Cass felt her face flame and tried to look away, but Malena was staring at her beseechingly. “Make them understand!” she implored.

“Malena…”

“Make them stop!” Her voice escalated to a scream as she tore one arm free and reached for Cass, her hand thin and grasping, her nails bitten and ragged. Cass lurched away from her, bumping into Ruthie, who had silently followed her back into the room. Cass saw that Ruthie’s face was pale and anxious, her eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t worry,” she said hastily, picking Ruthie up and turning her, away from the sight of Malena, red-faced and desperate.

Her little girl whimpered against her neck. At the sound of her faint mewling Cass tried not to react, but she hadn’t heard that sound since getting Ruthie back, save a few times while she slept. Slowly, cautiously, she pulled Ruthie away and examined her face. Tears streaked her cheeks and her hair was damp, a few strands stuck to her skin.

“Help him,” Ruthie whispered.

Help him.

Help the boy who Cass thought Ruthie had never noticed, who had neither spoken nor moved since they arrived, the boy who was little more than a ghost lingering between life and death.

Cass swallowed the lump in her throat and pressed her cheek to Ruthie’s. Of all the things she’d longed to hear her daughter say…her first conscious sentence was this, a plea for something Cass could not promise-for all she knew the boy was already gone.

What was she supposed to say?

She had vowed, the day she stole Ruthie back from her own stepfather that she would shield her daughter from all the ugliness in the world. No man would ever do to Ruthie what Byrn Orr had done to Cass-he had put his clammy hands on her and told her that she wanted it, that she was a dirty slut who needed a man to drive the sinfulness from her. That she was born unclean and his touch would redeem her. That had been the third-worst of his lies, after “I have to do this because I care about you” and “You made this happen.”

Lying on her side, face turned to the wall, while Byrn pushed her nightgown up over her buttocks, Cass had promised herself once she got away, she would never let anything like this happen again. Instead she’d won her freedom only to squander it on one drunken, faceless encounter after another. But when Ruthie was born she realized that she could protect her daughter from the ugliness of the world, even after she’d failed to protect