Free Infinite by Jodi Meadows Page A

anticipated: they didn’t mind the newsouls who already existed in their lives, but they weren’t willing to risk their own immortality.
    Maybe if they knew that oldsouls had been replacing newsouls this whole time—not the other way around—they’d think differently. But even if I told them, they wouldn’t remember. The memory magic would never let them.
    I hated that. They’d all made the bargain for immortality. Every one of them had traded countless newsouls for their own reincarnation. And none of them could remember.
    “The poison isn’t a danger,” I whispered, as though I hadn’t just hidden twenty canisters full of it. “Menehem used an incredible amount on Janan the night of Templedark, and the sylph gained tolerance exponentially. If he isn’t immune to it now, he’s very near.”
    They nodded, mostly reassured. After a few more questions, we slid the cover off the video screen and prepared a few discs so they could witness Menehem’s first success with putting sylph to sleep, and his first ideas on how to prove the existence of Janan.
    Then, after convincing Rin to give me as much basic medical training as we could fit in, I pulled out the temple books and began the long process of translating the few symbols I knew.
    Sam leaned over. “I thought you were going to tell them that I turned on the machine.”
    I cast my eyes down at the books and smoothed a bent corner of paper. “It’s easier if they don’t know.”
    I’d been attacked and betrayed too many times to trust anyone but our closest friends. People had been killed because I’d trusted someone I shouldn’t have, like Wend, and I wouldn’t let that happen again. Not ever.
    From now on, I’d tell everyone only what they needed to know, and when they needed to know it.
    A few days later, Sam received a call. When he clicked off, he was pale. “That was Armande.”
    Everyone in the lab went quiet.
    “Deborl has named himself Speaker. With the majority of the Council gone, that makes him the sole leader of Heart. He’s sent Merton and a team of three dozen out of the city. Armande doesn’t know what they’re after or what direction they headed, but I think it’s safe to assume they’re looking for us.
    “Meanwhile, Deborl has put several of his friends in charge of the guard, and all the entrances to Heart have been sealed. There’s a citywide curfew, and anyone who stands up for newsouls is imprisoned.”
    No one spoke.
    “It gets worse,” Sam said. “Deborl has dispatched air drones, programmed to find us.”
    I used my hand to mark my place in the temple book on my lap. “Why send air drones if he’s sent people too?” I shook that away. “Rather, why send people if he’s sent air drones? That seems like a waste of time.”
    “Perhaps he has another goal for them.” Whit glanced west, toward Heart. “At any rate, we won’t have to worry about Merton and the others for a while. We disabled all the other vehicles in Heart, and it will take them days to walk here in this weather, assuming they even know where we are. It’s the drones we need to worry about.”
    “I may be able to reprogram those.” Stef looked up from her SED. “Though I can’t promise Deborl’s people won’t catch the changes. I’ll monitor the program.
    “I’m also sending the archive of maps to everyone’s SEDs, so we ought to go over your route once more—and then you should leave. Everyone not staying with Ana needs to get as far away from Range as possible. Tonight.”
    That evening, the eight vehicles parked in front of the lab were gone. Only Sam, Stef, and Whit remained with me.
    “Why don’t we leave?” Whit asked, as we settled down for bed. “If Deborl is searching for us, why are we staying in one spot?”
    “I’m waiting for someone.” But when I stared out the window, Cris and the other sylph were nowhere to be seen.

9
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    NOW THAT THE others were gone, Menehem’s lab was too quiet, and I spent all my time poring