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“Danielle,” I said, “I will never forgive your ass for makin’ me climb this fuckin’ tower.”

But Danielle wasn’t talking. She was sitting atop the Burning Tower, sour-faced, copper hair blowing like a windsock.

My palms were wet. I couldn’t figure for the life of me what fucking evolutionary advantage that was supposed to give me at this fucking height. I thought to look down but immediately decided against it. “Fuck.” I took deep and shallow breaths. “Fuck. Fuck.” I threw my leg up and over the observation platform. My heel hooked it, so I flipped on over and lay flat on my back, panting in relief. Not that I was relieved, per se. I was still pumping sweat like mad and knew I had to get back down from this fucker. Assuming I could talk Danielle down.

The edge of the observation platform had this rickety-ass railing. No flexible fields. Why the fuck not? Who knows, but there were none.

I wiped my sweaty hands and gripped the shitty rail as hard as I could. “Come on, Danielle. Get the fuck down here. You know I hate this shit.”

She didn’t say anything. Just sat there, staring off at the setting sun.

I took another breath, wiped one hand on my jeans, then the other. “Is this about Terry?”

I really had no idea. Was working in the dark. I’d gone over to her house to hang, and one of her older sisters told me she had gone to the Tower. That’s it. All I had to go on.

“C’mon, girl,” I said. “Let’s go get potatoes and some beer.” The waystation near her house in the other direction made these fried potatoes that she adored, for whatever fucking reason.

But she said nothing.

“Fuck,” I said. “Fuck you, Danielle.”

I leaned out and over the rail and thought I might piss. “Fuck you, Danielle,” I said again.

She looked down at me, only for a second.

“C’mon, man, talk to me. I’m all the fucking way up here.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Think, think, think,” I said to myself. All right. I got an idea. “How about I call Terry? I’ll get ‘em down here, and you two birds can talk this thing out. How ‘bout that?”

I saw Danielle’s eyes shift from one side to the other.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s do that. Come on down.”

Danielle flipped down and under in one swift motion, landing on her feet hard on the platform. Scared the shit outta me.

Ordinarily, that would have made her laugh, scaring me like that. But she was serious as shit. Didn’t crack.

I pulled myself back in and looked over the edge. I felt my vision start to spin. “Aw, shit. Aw, shit, girl. This sucks.”

Danielle sat down on the platform, her back against the rickety rail. She looked at the spot next to her, then at me.

I nodded. “Good idea.”

I sat down, though I couldn’t bring myself to put my back on the rail, so I sat a bit more to the center, rather than right next to her.

“Fuck,” I said. “I don’t know why the fuck you come up here, man. Gonna have a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Danielle shrugged.

Something caught my eye.

There up in the corner of the observation platform—like under the roofing—was a little patch of luminescent fungus. I hadn’t seen it there earlier, possibly because I was shitting myself with fear.

“Huh,” I said. “Has that shit always grown up here?’

Danielle glanced at it, shrugged again.

“All right, all right,” I said. “I’m calling Terry. Just give me an hour to get down this fucker.”

I dunno how long it took exactly, but it was good and damn dark by the time we got down. Danielle followed me all the way, waiting for me, not doing any of the usual shit like kicking my fingers or laughing and trying to drop spit wads on me.

When I touched the ground, I literally put my lips to it. “Oh, thank fucking God. Thank you, God. Thank you.”

I stood and went over to Vengeance, fired up the comm. “Vengeance?”

“Yes. What is your command.” Everything Vengeance said sounded like a statement, even questions.

“Call Terry.”

“Calling Terry Basai …”

A second later, and Terry’s voice filled the cabin. “Hey. What’s up?”

Danielle leaned past me, said, “Baby, I love you! I’m sorry!”

Terry didn’t say anything.

Real smooth, Danielle. But I didn’t say that. I put my hand on Danielle’s shoulder and eased her back. “Hey, Terry. I’m down at the Tower with Danielle.”

Terry sighed. “She go up there again?”

“Yeah. I think I’ve lost some weight from all the sweating I did.”

Terry laughed.

“Look, Danielle’s sorry,” for whatever in fuck she did, cos I still didn’t know, “and she wants to work it out” because that’s what you two always do, and then this will all just happen again later, maybe next week. “How does that sound?”

Terry was quiet.

I looked at Danielle, who’s staring back and forth between me and the comm, looking like she really didn’t know how this was gonna go.

I did, though.

“Yeah, okay,” Terry said.

I turned my hand over, as if to say to Danielle, “See?”

“Come on, baby,” Danielle said. “Come on down here.”

“Okay. I’m on the way.”

The comm went dead.

“All right, well, that’s that.” I said. “Now … potatoes?”

Danielle smiled at me, then said, “You can’t get away from me.” You know, in that other voice.

It creeped me out. I tried to be tough. Pulled out a smoke, lit it up. “Yeah?”

“No.”

“Well, what happens if I compel you to leave?” I asked.

Danielle’s face smiled. “Oh, you mean like that bitch Bishop Bleed tried to do?”

Wasn’t sure how she knew about that. Maybe my mom told her. But then again, I wasn’t sure my mom knew.

But I played it cool. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Her grin widened. “How’d that work out for you?”

I took a drag, thought about it. “Didn’t really do anything.”

“That’s because it doesn’t really do anything.”

Took another drag. Thought about it some more. “All right. I’ll play along,” I said. “Dwizaal, I want you to leave Danielle alone.”

Danielle kept smiling, turned her head some and then let it roll around her neck at odd angles. “Uh, no.”

“Well then what is it you want? You really just want to hang out in Danielle and Cheney and make weird faces?”

Danielle’s face went serious, but it wasn’t the same expression she’d worn earlier. “I want you.”

“Danielle, c’mon, we tried that. It didn’t work for us. Plus, Terry’s on the way …”

“I’m not Danielle. I’m Dwizaal. Like you said.”

I smoked some more, burning it down quick. “Okay. So, you want me. What’s that mean?”

“You and me,” Danielle said, “we have unfinished business.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Terry pulled up, spraying dust and weeds everywhere. They docked all cockeyed and leapt from the car, rushed over to us.

Danielle blinked twice and was back to normal, looking stunned like she had at the Plant.

“Huh,” I said.

“What?” Danielle asked.

“It’s a neat trick,” I said, “but I still don’t buy it, Dani.”

Terry reached her and kissed her.

Danielle’s eyes held mine for a moment, then went closed in the embrace.

I looked away, you know, to give ‘em some privacy. Or really me, because these two were forever fucking in front of everyone.

I dropped the smoke butt, ground it out with the toe of my shoe.

When I looked back up, Danielle was staring at me over Terry’s shoulder, her eyes dark and amused and not entirely her own.