Dex continued, voice even lower, "I can't tell you the plan. When your parents find out what I've done-"

"They'll call the fuzz!" she shot in.

"Exactly. And you'll be grilled until you tell them the truth."

"I can keep a secret."

"No she can't," I whispered to him.

He nodded. "See, Perry knows. Just trust me, Ada. You called me here for a reason, didn't you? I'm saving your sister the only way I know how."

"And how is that?"

"She needs an exorcist."

Silence fell over us as we sucked on that exotic word: Exorcist. Dex was taking me to see an exorcist. I know I had been half-convinced I needed an exorcist this whole time but when someone else said it, it became real. Like an actual thing you could have done. What did you do today? Oh I saw an exorcist.

I don't know if the thing inside me was cowering at the mention of that but suddenly I was very scared again.

"An exorcist?" Ada repeated after what seemed like an eternity.

"Yes," Dex said, his patience being tried. "You know. You've seen the film."

"Actually, I haven't."

"Well, you should. It's very good."

"Guys," I whispered again. "Maximus!"

"Please, Ada," Dex said imploringly. "Just let us go. You know I'll do anything for Perry. She's safer with me than with anyone else."

His admission tugged at my heartstrings. Only a little. He was still a douchecanoe. The douchcanoe who was going to paddle me to safety.

"My dad will call the cops the minute you're gone," she said. "They'll come after you. For, like, kidnapping or something."

"I know."

Ada folded her arms and stuck out her leg in front of her. "Then I'm going with you."

"Noooo," Dex said, shaking his head. "This is nasty business, little fifteen."

"I don't care. There wouldn't even be a dumb plan if it wasn't for me. I'm going with you. She's my sister and you need someone to watch over her while you drive. And if you don't take me with you, I'm just going to march over to your little ginger friend over there and-"

"Fine," he said swiftly. "You can come. But we're going now. Right now. Before it's too late."

She smiled widely, which in turn made me feel that bounce of hope again. The thought of going to an exorcist was terrifying but it was no worse than being possessed. I just hoped I'd hold on long enough. The thing was always waiting.

Ada crept quietly to the front door and opened it for us. With quick feet, Dex jogged down the front steps and into the wet, cold night. The rain splashed hard against my cheeks.

With hot breath he whispered into my ear as he ran, "I'm just around the corner, a few more seconds."

I heard Ada close the front door quietly, and within seconds she was running beside us. We left the driveway and made a turn for the right. Farther up the road was his black Toyota Highlander. What a sight for sore eyes that car was.

It was unlocked, so Ada opened the back doors and Dex gently placed me in the seat. Ada hopped in on the other side, choosing to ride in the back with me.

Dex got in the front and adjusted the rearview mirror. He looked at me and then looked at Ada.

"Last chance to get out and live a normal life," he said.

"Are you kidding? I gave that up for Lent," she answered with a roll of her eyes.

Dex started the car and with a powerful purr, we were off.

"How is she?" Dex asked.

I felt the car roll to a stop and opened my eyes. Dex was turned around in the front seat, looking at me with concern. Ada leaned forward until her face filled my vision. The only light came from a nearby street lamp. We had pulled along the side of a road, a gas station in the distance. The far-off roar of cars told me that the highway was close by.

"Perry?" she asked.

"Yes?" I replied groggily. I tried to move in my seat but found it impossible. I looked down. Forget the rope, now my arms and legs were bound to me in a layer of duct tape. I looked like a silver worm.

I looked up at them. "Seriously?"

Dex chewed on his lip for a few seconds and glanced at Ada.

"Perry, it was really bad," she said gently. "We had to stop at a gas station and buy out their rope and duct tape."

"They definitely thought we were doing some kidnapping," Dex said.

"What did I do?" I tried to adjust myself; the duct tape was so tight and binding and pinched at my sore skin.

"You broke out of your ropes somehow and opened the car door. You were about to jump out."

My mouth dropped open.

"Dex did some Need for Speed-style maneuvers; you fell back in the car before you could. I grabbed you...s.h.i.t, you really need to cut your nails, Perry."

She rolled up the sleeve of her striped shirt. There were long, scraggly scratches on it.

"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling worse than ever. "I don't remember any of it."

She shrugged. "S'Ok. But we didn't want to take any more chances. Now you can't do anything except bite us. But a piece of duct tape should fix that."

I shook my head. "Please don't. I'll behave."

But it was a promise that thing wouldn't keep.

I turned my attention to Dex. His face was dark in the shadows of the car.

"Did I do anything to you?"

"Except for a killer kick to my chin? Naw," he said, rubbing it dramatically.

"Sorry." It seems that's all I'd be saying.

"Kiddo, I'd let you brand me with a hot iron if you wanted to."

"Still a sucker for punishment?"

He grinned. "Something like that."

I felt Ada's eyes boring into me. I gave her a sharp glance. "What?"

She eyed Dex, then smirked. "Nothing, nothing. Just thought maybe you two could stop this Booth and Bones bantering thing so we could talk a bit about where we're going and who this exorcist is and all that. You know, before her head starts spinning around?"

"Ah ha," Dex pointed his finger at her. "You have seen The Exorcist!"

"No, that's from Scary Movie," she protested.

"Where are we going?" I asked Dex before he could tell Ada she had terrible taste in film.

"Idaho," he said. "Hope you like potatoes."

I didn't understand. "Why Idaho? There's an exorcist in Idaho?" I looked out the window at the blackness. "Where are we now?"

"We just pa.s.sed The Dalles. Heading straight through Walla Walla and then Lapwai. That's where he is."

"Where who is?"

"The medicine man."

Ada and I exchanged a look. Medicine man?

I snorted. "Uh, Dex, I don't think a medicine man is going to-"

"Perry, listen to me," he said curtly, his eyes growing dangerously hard. I listened. I was wrapped in duct tape, I had no choice. "As weird as this might sound to you, this is our only option. Exorcists aren't exactly in the phone book and the people I did call yesterday were all too quick to tell me to f.u.c.k off. You've seen what medicine men can do. You saw that in Red Fox. We both did."

He paused and eyed my wrapped legs and arms. "I couldn't just sit back do nothing. I couldn't just give up on you. I called Bird. He said he knew of a guy close by; I knew I wouldn't be able to get you on an airplane or anything like that. He said this Roman, a Nez Perce medicine man could help us. That he's done this kind of thing before."

"He's performed an exorcism?"

Pause. "Yes."

"And did it work?"

Dex sucked on his lip. "Not exactly. The boy that was possessed? He kind of died."

I gasped. Dex quickly continued, "It had nothing to do with Roman. He got the demon, spirit, whatever it was out of the boy. Bu the boy died a few days later from heart failure. He was too weak. This is what Bird said, anyway, and he said if you were still you, still Perry, still strong little Perry, then you'd have a fighting chance. It's our only chance, kiddo. I don't think you realize the consequences of just leaving this."

I raised my brows incredulously. "You don't think I know the consequences?! I'm f.u.c.king covered in duct tape, you're both treating me like I'm a monster...and I am a monster. I know it! That's the worst part!" I felt the tears coming and blinked hard to cull them back. If I started crying, there's no way I'd be able to wipe them away.

Ada put her arm around me and squeezed me against her. "You're not a monster. We know who you are."

"I'm just so scared," I said so softly that the words seemed to evaporate in the car. One tear blinked out of my eye and landed on my t-shirt. I watched the damp spot spread.

Dex tensed up, his dark eyes observing carefully, like he couldn't decide what else to say or if he should come in the back to comfort me. Part of me wanted him to stay where he was. Part of me could have used his strong arms around me. No wonder it was so easy for an ent.i.ty to come and divide me. I never really knew who I was to begin with.

He didn't do it, either. He just started the car and pulled the car out into the road, doing a U-turn.

"Next stop, Idaho. Hang in there, kiddo," he said.

I'd hang in there as long as I could. But I was hanging by a thread.

We fell into a silence as we sped along the highway. The cars out there were few and far between and Dex was driving as fast as he possibly could, sensing the urgency with each pa.s.sing second. I felt curiously fine at times, then I'd see a shadow lurking in the corner of my mind and I was reminded that "fine" was only an illusion. I wasn't tired at all and that was good because I wanted to have all my power available to fight back the final takeover when the time came. Because I knew it would come. There would be a time when I wouldn't be able to get back and I would be ousted, to who knows where, for all eternity. The thought did my brain in, as did everything else. So I didn't think about it. I tried not to think about anything. But I knew.

Dex put a Stone Temple Pilots greatest hits alb.u.m on his mp3 player and I was struck at the shade of normalcy it gave to things. It could have been any other trip for us. Dex putting in his music, me staring out the window, heading somewhere unknown to explore some strange thing. But everything had changed. Our relationship was different it was barely even a relationship at all. The man wasn't my lover, he wasn't even my friend. There was no show anymore either, no ghosts to hunt. Yet here we were, still together, in his Highlander, preparing to fight our demons. This was another thing it seemed I couldn't escape in my life. Only this time, I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I watched the back of his head, the way his dark hair stuck out to the side, like he'd left his house in a hurry and didn't even bother looking in the mirror. I wondered about his place. If he was still with Jennifer. If he still had the dog, Fat Rabbit. What he'd been doing for the past few months. If what Rebecca said was true, that he was as destroyed as I had been, if he missed me at all and if the guilt weighed down on him. He looked handsomer somehow, stronger, healthier. It didn't seem like I'd had much of an effect on him at all.

As shallow as it was to admit, it bugged me. I mean, it really, really bugged me. He came all the way to help me, to possibly save my life, and yet I wanted more from him. I wanted him to suffer. Not in a physical way and certainly not at my own hands. Suffocating him hadn't helped anything. I was still angry. And that's when I realized time hadn't help anything either. I was still angry. I was still spurned and embarra.s.sed and devastated over what happened. I thought I had gotten over him, that it was all in the past. I thought I was ready to move on. But just staring at the back of his head made me realize I wasn't over him at all. And if I ended up getting out of this thing alive, if Roman could save me somehow, I was going to have to work extra hard at getting Dex Foray back out of my life again. Loving him had been the biggest mistake I ever made.

I looked over at Ada. She was sleeping in a ball against the door and snoring lightly, her blonde hair splayed all over her head. Poor kid. She had never asked for any of this. I thought she would have been spared the trauma I faced when I was exactly her age. But it looked like things were doomed to repeat themselves.

I thought about what my mother had said about things "running in the family." Then I thought about how little I actually knew about my family. They seemed so foreign to me now.

I looked at the rearview mirror and, sensing my gaze, Dex lifted his eyes to it.

He smiled, just a quick twitch at the corner of his lips.

"Did you get any sleep?" he whispered.

I shook my head. "I'm in and out. But I wasn't sleeping. I don't think."

"No. You weren't. Or maybe you were. Do you speak in tongues and sleep with your eyes open now?"

"No..."

"Didn't think so."

"Dex..." I started. I was almost afraid to continue. To find out the truth.

"You want to know about Declan O'Shea," he answered. He always knew what I was thinking.

"Yes. How do you know my parents?"

He looked back at the dark road, the headlights cutting through the wavering night.