Maybe they are as terrified of it as we are, Tick thought. What could it possibly be?

Actually, one person was looking at it. Jane stood on the edge of the temporary complex, almost hidden from his sight by one of those movie screens. Arms folded, her mask showing that unreadable expression, she seemed to be concentrating on the tree. Tick would’ve given anything to see her real face at that moment, or better yet, to read her thoughts. What was going on here?

“Tick,” Sofia said quietly.

“What?” He cringed—he hadn’t meant to sound so harsh.

Sofia’s head snapped around to glare at him. “Okay, you know what, Atticus? I know they have your family, and I know you’re stressed to the max. But being rude to us isn’t gonna help anybody.”

Tick knew she was right, and for about three seconds hated her for it. “Sorry,” he finally muttered.

“It’s fine. Listen, what can you do with this power of yours? The Chi’karda. We haven’t really had much chance to talk about it.”

Paul leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, looking their way. “Yeah, man, it seems like you learned a lot more about it since last time you gave us an update on e-mail.”

Tick shook his head. He didn’t really want to talk about it, but he forced himself to do it, hoping he could get his mind off his family. “It’s crazy. I feel this really warm burning in my chest, like hot air is swirling around in there. In my basement, I concentrated on it, tried to picture things in my mind. Like it was something I could grab with my hands—my pretend hands, I guess. Then I threw it at her. It was all mental—just like acting out images in my head.”

“I couldn’t really tell what was happening,” Sofia said. “I felt something, like a big surge of energy or electricity. And I could tell Jane was struggling against an invisible wall of whatever. But it wasn’t like you were shooting balls of fire.”

“Yeah,” Paul added. “Why can’t you just shoot balls of fire? That’d be nice.”

Tick ignored that, trying to decide if he dared say what he’d just thought. “Well, there might be something.”

Sofia gave him a puzzled look. “What?”

“You know how she keeps saying she can sense when I use the Chi’karda?”

Sofia and Paul both nodded.

“I think she might be bluffing.”

“Really?” Paul asked. “Why?”

Tick tapped his chest. “There have been a few times when it swelled up inside me, and I had to fight it off. She never said a word about it.”

“Maybe she can’t sense it unless you actually use it,” Sofia suggested. “Or throw it, or whatever it is you do.”

“Yeah,” Tick said. “Still, maybe I can play with it a little bit. Test it out a little and see if she says anything. I bet she’d give me a warning before she actually did something to my family.”

Paul grunted. “Dude, you sure you wanna risk that?”

Tick looked at him, surprised at how glad he was Paul had asked that. He hoped Sofia felt the same. He hoped they understood how careful he had to be.

“No, but I think I have to try. Next time I can trigger something in here”—he tapped his chest again—“I’ll try it a little.”

Sofia looked like she was about to respond when a loud humming sound cut her off.

Tick’s hands instinctively covered his ears. It wasn’t so much the volume of the sound as the vibration of it. A deep, thrumming toll, like a massive bell had been struck just feet away. The noise had an underlying buzz, too, as if the same bell had upset a nest of gigantic wasps.

“What is that?” Paul shouted.

Tick didn’t know for sure, but it seemed like the source of the horrible sound was coming from . . .

He saw dust and pebbles bouncing on the ground. He had no doubt.

It was coming from the black tree.

Chapter 20

Disturbances

It took a lot of persuading, but Sato finally convinced Mothball and Rutger to accept Tollaseat’s offer to stay overnight and return to headquarters the next morning. They were anxious to get back and hear about the results of some secret meeting Master George had run off to, but agreed that one night wouldn’t hurt.

But the promise of a warm fire in a cozy house, and the promise of more desserts from Tollaseat—maybe even a story or two—sealed the deal. And Sato loved the idea of sleeping in one of the gigantic—and soft—beds upstairs. His cot back in the Bermuda Triangle always made him feel like he’d slept on a concrete floor.

They’d just sat down in the living room, plates of cheesecake balanced on their laps, cups of hot tea steaming on the end tables, and a large fire crackling in the brick hearth, when Rutger brought up for the tenth time what Sato had said earlier about wanting to help in the fight against the Bugaboo soldiers.

“What made you say that?” the man asked, not caring that his mouth was full of cake. “You were just being nice, right?”

“I thought it a very kind gesture, indeed,” Windasill said. She held her cup right below her lips and blew across the hot tea.

“Why do you keep asking me about it?” Sato turned to Rutger. “It just ticks me off that they’ve done so many bad things. I want to help. Why is that so hard for you to get?”

“I just meant—”

“Isn’t that what we’re about?” Sato snapped. “The Realitants? Aren’t we supposed to help people?”

Rutger’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, yes. Of course it is.”

“Then quit asking.” Sato forked a bite of cheesecake into his mouth, then took a sip from his cup.

He had no idea why he felt so edgy and irritated. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed that the real reason he wanted to help was because of Tollaseat’s story about watching his own father be killed. No one had been there to help Sato when the same tragedy had happened to him. He felt obligated, but not in a forceful, guilty way. It was more that he felt a connection to Tollaseat that wouldn’t go away.

For the first time, his feelings solidified into one easy statement in his mind: He wanted revenge. And by fighting the Bugs who had killed Tollaseat’s father and were connected with the woman who had killed his own father, maybe he could find it.

“Sorry, Sato,” Rutger said. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. The opposite, actually. I was impressed, and that made me curious as to what was behind it. I’ll shut up now.”