“Im not stubborn. Im… confident in my decisions.”

“Uh-huh.” He pulled up outside her building.

“Im not arrogant. I simply have little patience for narrow minds or supercilious behavior.”

“Yep.”

She shoved out of the car. “Its starting to come back to me now. This Kate could be a real pain in the ass.”

“At times. Its what made her interesting and real and human. Especially since she could also be generous and kind. She had a great sense of humor, the kind of woman who could laugh at herself.”

Scowling at him, she unlocked her door. “Maybe.”

As they walked in, Jordan gave her a friendly pat on the butt. “I fell pretty hard for her. Of course, if I were to write her today—” He backed Dana against the door, braced his hands on either side of her head.

“Yes?”

“I wouldnt change a thing.” He lowered his mouth to hers, slid into the kiss. “I was so sure youd read it, see yourself and get in touch with me. When you didnt get in touch, I figured youd never read it.”

“Maybe I wasnt ready to see myself. But you can be sure Im going to read it again. The fact is, its the only one of your books I never reread.”

With a half laugh, he eased back. “You reread my books?”

“I can actually see your head swelling, so Im going to get out of the way before somebody gets hurt.” She ducked under his arm, headed toward one of the bookshelves.

“To the woman I lost. To the woman I found. To the only woman Ive loved. How fortunate for me that all three are one.”

She looked back at him as she reached for a book. “What was that about?”

“Its the dedication I just wrote in my head for the book Im working on now.”

She dropped her hand. “God, Jordan, youre going to turn me into a puddle of mush. You never used to say things like that to me.”

“I used to think things like that. I just didnt know how to say them.”

“This is the one I read a piece of. The one about redemption. Ill look forward to reading the rest of it.”

“Ill look forward to writing it for you.”

He watched her remove a book from the shelf, slip off the outer dust jacket to reveal the one beneath.

“„Phantom Watch” he read, “„Jordan Hawke. Covered up by…” The laughter rolled out of him. “ „How to Exterminate Pests from Home and Garden! Good one, Stretch.”

“Worked for me. I have another of yours under the cover of a novel titled Dog-Eaters. A surprisingly dull and bloodless book, despite the title. Then theres… Well, doesnt matter. Just variations on the theme.”

“I get it.”

“Tell you what.” She covered his hand with hers. “After were done, you and I will have a ritual unveiling, after which I will, with some ceremony, place your books in their rightful place on the shelves.”

“Sounds good.” He looked down at the book, then back at her. “Going to wait for the others?”

“I cant.” She could see he hadnt expected her to wait. “Im too wound up. And I think, I feel, that this is something were supposed to do. You and me.”

“Then lets do it.”

As she had with Flynns copy, she ran her fingers over the cover, over the illustration of the Peak.

But this time, she felt… something. What had Malory called it? An awareness. Yes, Dana decided, exactly that. “This is it, Jordan,” she whispered. “The keys in the book.” Hands steady, she opened it.

Focus, she told herself. Concentrate. It was there. She only had to see it.

He watched her skim her fingers down the title page, the tips running lightly over his name. Her breath quickened.

“Dana.”

“I feel it. Its warm. Its waiting. Shes waiting.” She flipped pages gently, then let out a single shocked gasp as the book fell out of her hands. He called her name again and caught her as she collapsed.

Stunned, scared, he lowered her to the rug. She was breathing, he could feel her breathing, but shed gone pale and cold as ice.

“Come back. Dana, damn it, you come back.” On a spurt of panic, he shook her. Her head rolled limply to the side.

“Where did you take her, you son of a bitch?” He started to haul her up, and his gaze landed on the book that had fallen, open, on the floor. “Oh, my God.”

He picked her up, clamping her against him to warm her, to protect. He heard the voices out in the hall and fumbled the door open before Flynn could knock.

“Dana.” Flynn grabbed for her, ran his hands over her face. “No!”

“Hes got her,” Jordan spat out. “The son of a bitch pulled her into the book. Hes got her trapped in the goddamn book.”

SHE felt him take her. Hed wanted her to, shed known that immediately. Hed taken her with pain so she would be sure to know he could. Hed ripped the consciousness from her body as gleefully as an evil boy rips wings off flies.

After the pain, there was cold. Bitter, brutal cold that shot straight to the bones, seemed to turn them brittle and thin as glass.

She was torn from the warmth and the light and thrust into the cold and the pain, through the damp, hideous fingers of the blue mist. It seemed to wrap around her, binding arms and legs, strangling her until she wheezed for even one breath of that cold air, wheezed for another even though it was like inhaling iced blades.

Then even the mist was gone, and she lay shivering, alone in the dark.

Panic came first, made her want to curl up tight and whimper. But as she sucked in air, she tasted… pine, autumn. Forest. She pushed to her hands and knees and felt, yes, pine needles, fallen leaves, under her hands. And as the first edge of fear eased, she saw the sprinkle of moonlight coming through the trees.

It wasnt so cold now, she realized. No, it was more brisk than cold, the way it was meant to be on a dear fall night. She could hear the sounds of night birds, the long, long call of an owl, the hushed music of the wind soughing through the trees.

A little dazed, she braced a hand on the trunk of a tree, nearly wept with relief at the texture of the rough bark. It was so solid, so normal.

Fighting a wave of dizziness, she pulled herself to her feet, then leaned against the tree while her eyes adjusted to the dark.

She was alive, she told herself. She was all in one piece. A little light-headed, a little shaky, but whole. She had to find her way back home, and the only way to get there was to move.

Which way, that was the question. She decided to trust her instincts and move forward.

The shadows were so deep, it seemed she might stumble into one and fall forever. The light that struggled through the trees was silver, the dull tone of unpolished swords.

The thought passed through her mind, absently, that there were too many leaves on the trees for so late in October.

She stepped on a twig, and the sound of it snapping under her heel was like a gunshot that had her stumbling forward in reaction.

“All right, its all right.” Her own voice echoed back to her, had her pressing her lips together to prevent herself from speaking again.

She looked down to check her footing, then simply stared, puzzling over her shoes. She was wearing sturdy brown hiking boots, not the dressy black leather pumps that shed pulled on for the evening.

Shed wanted to dress up because… The thought faded in and out of her mind until she bore down, grabbed it. Shed wanted to show off her ring. Yes, shed wanted to look fabulous to match her engagement ring.

But when she lifted her hand, she wore no ring.

Her heart jumped, and every other terror faded to nothing at the idea of losing Jordans ring. She swung around, raced back through the woods, trying to find the place where shed fallen.

Wakened?

And running, searching the ground for a glint of gold, she heard the first sly rustle behind her, felt the bright chill sprint up her spine.

Shed been wrong. She wasnt alone.

She ran, but not in blind panic. She ran in a headlong rush to escape and survive. She heard him coming behind her, too arrogant to hurry. Too sure he would win this race.

But he would lose, she promised herself. Hed lose because she was not going to die here. Her breath whistling, she burst out of the trees and into the shimmering light of a full white moon.

It was the wrong moon. Part of her mind registered that as she loped across the grass. It shouldnt be full. It should be in its last quarter, waning toward the new moon, and the end of her four weeks.

The end of her quest.

But here the moon was full, swimming in a black glass sky over the shadow of Warriors Peak.

She slowed to a walk, pressed a hand to her side to ease a stitch.

There was no white flag with the emblem of a key flying from the tower. There were no lights gleaming gold against the windows. It would be empty now, she thought, but for the busy spiders and the skittering mice.

Because that was how Jordan had written it.

She was in the book, walking through the pages of his book.

“Youve a very strong mind.”

She whirled. Kane stood behind her, just at the edge of the woods.

“This is false. Just another fantasy.”

“Is it? You know the power of the written word, the reality created on the pages. This is his world, and was real to him when he built it. Ive only brought you here. I wondered if your mind would hold up to it, and I see it has. That pleases me.”

“Why should you be pleased? Im only that much closer to the key.”

“Are you? I wonder, do you remember what happens next?”

“I know this wasnt in the book. You werent in the book.”

“A few changes.” He rifted an arm, swept it out in an elegant gesture. “That will lead to a different ending. You can run if you like. Ill give you a sporting chance.”

“You cant keep me here.”

“Perhaps not. Perhaps youll find your way out. Of course, if you leave, you lose.” He took a step closer, held up a hand that dangled a long white scarf. “If you stay, youll die. Your man made death in Phantom Watch.”

He gestured toward the great house that Jordan had called the Watch in his novel. “How could he know it would be yours?”

She spun toward the Watch, and ran.

“WE have to get her back.” Helpless, Flynn rubbed Danas cold hand between his. Theyd laid her on the bed, tucked blankets around her.

“If this is what shes meant to do,” Brad began, “she shouldnt have to do it alone.”

“Shes not going to be alone.” Seeing only one choice, Jordan got to his feet. “Were not bringing her back. The contact, calling her, being here. None of its bringing her back. Brad, I need you to go get Rowena. I need you to get her here, and fast.”

“Thatll take an hour.”Zoe , standing at the foot of the bed, now moved to the side. “An hours too long. Malory, Rowena came to us before. We have to try to make her come to us again. Danas not supposed to be alone. Thats what he does. He separates us, isolates us. We dont have to let him get away with it.”

“We can try. Were strongest when were together.” Malory reached across the bed forZoes hand, kept her other clasped around Danas. “Well ask her to come.”

“Not this time.”Zoes fingers tightened, and the light of battle shone in her eyes. “This time we tell her.”

“How do they intend to order a god to make a house call?” Flynn said.

Brad laid a hand on his shoulder. “Its going to be all right, Flynn. Were going to get her back.”

“She looks like the portrait.” His throat burned as he stared down at his sisters face. Her white, empty face. “Like the daughter in your portrait. After…”

“Were going to get her back,” Brad said more firmly. “Look, Ill head out right now, get up to the Peak. Ill bring Rowena orPitte , or both of them back if I have to do it at gunpoint.”

“That wont be necessary.” Rowena stood in the doorway, withPitte behind her.

DANA ran toward the house, fled toward it, hoping that the stone and glass would offer some kind of protection.

What happened in the book? What chapter had she fallen into? Were her actions her own will, she wondered, or written?

Think! she ordered herself. Think back and remember. Once shed read a story, it became part of her. It was in her memory. She just had to clear away the fear and bring it back.

She was so scared. The screech of an owl had her heart pounding at the base of her throat. Fog was eating over the ground now, thin and white, just edged with blue. It thickened, seemed to boil around her feet until it was as if she waded through smoke.