21
12:00 A.M.
PEGASUS
Jessica was scared. Jonathan could feel it.
They had made it up to Pegasus in record time, shooting down Division like a stone skipping on water, then gaining altitude from rooftop to rooftop, making a giant obstacle course out of the Bixby skyline. The Mobil Building was the tallest in town, and now they were high atop the winged horse with the darkened city spread out below them.
But Jess had seemed anxious the whole way. She kept looking over her shoulder, not trusting in their speed to keep them safe. Even up here, her green eyes still scanned the horizon. The muscles in her hand were tight, and the connection that Jonathan usually felt when they flew together was missing.
"Are you okay?"
"What?"
"You seem nervous."
She shrugged.
He smiled. "Like maybe you're worried about being seen with me."
Jess laughed, looking out over the dark, empty city. "Yeah, if any slithers tell my mom about us, I'm dead." She paused, then blurted, "Anyway, you're the one who's all antitouching during daylight."
Jonathan blinked. "Really?"
"Yeah." Jessica looked away. "I mean, it's no big deal, but it's not like you ever put your arm around me or grab my hand."
"We hold hands all the time!"
"At midnight we do. In school you get all anxious about it."
He frowned, annoyed and wondering if it was true. "Well, we've got to rest sometime. Or we'll wind up with Nintendo wrist."
Jess pulled away her flying hand and flexed it. "I guess so."
Jonathan gently took it back and started to massage the tendons. He felt her muscles begin to relax. "So what are you really nervous about?"
Her gaze swept the skyline. "How safe do you think we are up here?"
"We're in the middle of town, sitting on ten tons of clean steel. Mobil Building has thirteen letters in it. And we can fly if we need to. Pretty safe, I'd say."
Jess ran a finger along the rusty strut they were perched on. "How do you know this steel's clean? It's been here a long time, looks like."
"I asked Dess if Rex could take a look with his glasses off. When Pegasus is lit, you can see it from all over Bixby, you know. He said the horse doesn't show a bit of Focus. It's clean."
She smiled at him. "Thanks for doing that."
He shrugged. "Rex can be a pain, but the guy's good for some things." He concentrated on rubbing her hand.
Jonathan hadn't told Jess, but over the last week he had spotted a few slithers at the edges of downtown, daring to come closer to the tall steel buildings than he'd ever seen before. They were tentative, slithering across the low warehouses on the fringes, blurring them into the midnight world, laying claim to them. Since Jess had come to town, the midnight creatures were pushing their way in, a little closer every night. It might take months, but Jonathan had grown certain that eventually there wouldn't be any clean places left in Bixby. The slithers and their darkling masters would be able to claim even Pegasus.
Where would he and Jess go then?
"But we can't sit on top of this sign forever, Jonathan."
He looked up at her, wondering how she knew what he was thinking. He dreaded that Jess's mysterious talent might have something to do with mind casting. He hoped not. Jonathan had no idea how Rex could stand to hang out with Melissa. He shivered. No privacy, not even in your brain.
"We're safe for now, Jess. And maybe once you get ungrounded - "
"I got ungrounded today," she said.
"That's great! Why didn't you tell me?" he said. Then he saw her expression. "Jess, why isn't that great?"
"Well, because now I'm allowed to go to that party tomorrow night, out at Rustle's Bottom."
"Oh, the snake pit." Jess had told him about Rex's master plan a few days ago. The idea had sounded dangerous enough when it was way off in the future. Now that it was twenty-four hours away...
"You know that's out in the badlands."
"They kind of mentioned that. But Rex says it's the only way to find out what I am," Jessica said. "Dess can make it safe out there, and Rex says my talent could be important or maybe something I can protect myself with. In the museum he told me there's lots of kick-ass talents."
"If Rex told you to jump off a cliff - ," he started.
"Jonathan," she said, laughing, "that would be you telling me to jump off a cliff."
Jonathan smiled. "Probably. But I'd jump with you."
She pulled him closer. "I've got to do something, Jonathan. I can't spend the rest of my life sitting up here."
"I know." He sighed. "So you've got to do what Rex says. He's the only one of us who's got the manual for midnight, after all."
Jess looked into his eyes. "That's why you don't like him, isn't it? Because he can read the lore and you can't."
Jonathan frowned at her. "It's more complicated than that." He swallowed, wondering how much he should say. "You don't know Rex and Melissa as well as I do. Let's just say I don't trust Rex. I don't think he tells everything he knows, even to Melissa."
"Why would he do that?"
"To keep control of the whole thing. If everyone else knows what he knows, being a seer doesn't give him any power."
"Rex withhold information? Come on, Jonathan. Last weekend at the museum he told me stuff about the blue time for, like, six hours. I had to tell him to stop or my head was going to explode."
"Six hours, and he didn't tell you about me."
Jessica blinked. "Oh, right. He did kind of forget to mention you."
Jonathan smiled sourly. "He wanted you to be one of his midnighters."
She sighed and looked out again. He followed her gaze past the city to the horizon. From up here they could see all the way to the edge of Bixby, where dark clusters of houses faded away into the badlands. The low flat plains shone with dark moonlight, and the mountains beyond were black silhouettes against the stars.
"So what do I do?" she said softly.