into rivers.
With each new picture, the audience got a little bit louder, a little bit angrier.
“Um, I think Kate and Ratchet might be right. This doesn’t seem that far-fetched to me,” Maya said quietly.
“Something’s still off—think of every DG member we’ve seen,” Fang said.
“Who has done this to our Earth Mother?” Beth asked from the stage. “Was it me? No. Was it you?”
“No!” the audience shouted, shaking their heads.
“Is it enough for them to say they’re sorry? That they didn’t mean to do it? That they’ll try not to let it happen again?”
“No!” the audience roared.
“That’s right,” Beth said with a smile. “People who do stuff like this never learn. They need to be prevented from doing it again and again. We need to wipe the slate clean and start over in a brand-new world. We’re here to say, ‘You’ve done enough harm, enough damage!’ ” Beth was pacing around the stage.
The audience repeated, “Enough!”
“We want a clean world, clean air, healthy food, healthy animals!” Beth declared.
“Yeah!” the audience yelled.
“These sick, hateful jerks,” Maya said wryly, giving Fang a look.
“Something’s off,” he insisted.
“And all we need to do,” Beth said with a smile, “is
“Bingo,” said Fang.
47
“STOP! STOP!” ELLA sputtered. “You’re killing me!
I would never get used to this.
We didn’t know whether the cold shower had made Iggy vulnerable during his deprogramming or if Angel had just gotten really good at mind hacking, but in the absence of a glacial stream in the middle of the desert, we figured that dousing Ella in a natural hot spring couldn’t hurt. Dylan and Iggy were struggling to hang on to Ella’s hands, and their faces were flushed and damp from the steam. I’d tested the water first—no reason to scald my half sister or cook her like an egg—and I knew it was pretty dang hot.
“How about now?” Iggy panted. “She’s not made out of cotton balls, you know—my arm’s tired.”
“Hang on a sec,” Angel said, looking worn-out herself. “I’m almost done.”
Ella suddenly slumped into the water, all fight gone.
“Here she comes,” I said, watching her.
Slowly Ella raised her head, blinking and shaking water from her face. I nodded to Dylan, and he and Iggy brought her over to the fire we’d built.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Ella asked. She was sopping wet from head to foot, her long, dark hair plastered to her back. She wiped the water from her eyes and stared at me, confused. We continued to watch her.
She blinked and looked around. “Where are we?”
“Middle of the desert,” I said, biting into an apple.
Ella blinked hard, studying each of our faces. “Iggy? What’s… going on?”
“Sorry about the hot spring,” he said, putting his arm around her. He eased her closer to the fire, then wrung water out of her hair. She looked disoriented and upset but definitely like herself. Iggy brought her up to speed.
“Where’s Mom?” Ella finally asked, looking at me, and I took a deep breath. My eyes met Dylan’s, and he stepped forward, kneeling in front of Ella.
“Your mom and Jeb left the house while Max and I were gone. They didn’t tell anyone where they were going. They didn’t take the car, and we can’t find them.”
Ella’s eyes grew alarmed. “Were they kidnapped?”
“Maybe,” Dylan said hesitantly. “Or maybe they’re being influenced by the same thing that influenced you and the others.” He spoke gently, slowly, giving Ella time to absorb what he was saying. I was… impressed.
Ella started crying, and I put my arm around her shoulders, mouthing “Thanks” to Dylan. And I meant it.
