Adam leads me toward the couch, but Kenji intercepts us. "You guys can have your moment, I promise," he says, "but right now we all need to get on the same page, say hello and how are you and whatever whatever and we need to do it fast; Juliette has information everyone needs to hear."

Adam looks from Kenji to me. "What's going on?"

I turn to Kenji. "What are you talking about?"

He rolls his eyes at me. Looks away and says, "Have a seat, Kent."

Adam backs awaya"just an inch or twoa"his curiosity winning out for the moment, and Kenji tugs me forward so I'm standing in the middle of this tiny room. Everyone is staring at me like I might pull turnips out of my pants. "Kenji, whata""

"Alia, you remember Juliette," Kenji says, nodding at a slim blond girl sitting in a back corner of the room. She offers me a quick smile before looking away, blushing for no apparent reason. I remember her; she's the one who designed my custom knuckle bracesa"the intricate pieces I'd worn over my gloves both times we went out to battle. I'd never really paid close attention to her before, and I now realize it's because she tries to be invisible. She's a soft, sweet-looking girl with gentle brown eyes; she also happens to be an exceptional designer. I wonder how she developed her skill.

"Lilya"you definitely remember Juliette," Kenji is saying to her. "We all broke into the storage compounds together." He glances at me. "You remember, right?"

I nod. Grin at Lily. I don't really know her, but I like her energy. She mock-salutes me, smiling wide as her springy brown curls fall into her face. "Nice to see you again," she says. "And thanks for not being dead. It sucks being the only girl around here."

Alia's blond head pops up for only a second before she retreats deeper into the corner.

"Sorry," Lily says, looking only slightly remorseful. "I meant the only talking girl around here. Please tell me you talk," she says to me.

"Oh, she talks," Kenji says, shooting me a look. "Cusses like a sailor, too."

"I do not cuss like aa""

"Brendan, Winston." Kenji cuts me off, pointing at the two guys sitting on the couch. "These two definitely don't require an introduction, but, as you can see," he says, "they look a little different now. Behold, the transformative powers of being held hostage by a bunch of sadistic bastards!" He flourishes a hand in their direction, his sarcasm accompanied by a brittle smile. "Now they look like a pair of wildebeests. But, you know, by comparison, I look like a damn king. So it's good news all around."

Winston points at my face. His eyes are a little unfocused, and he has to blink a few times before saying, "I like you. It's pretty nice you're not dead."

"I second that, mate." Brendan claps Winston on the shoulder but he's smiling at me. His eyes are still so very light blue, and his hair, so very white blond. But he has a huge gash running from his right temple down to his jawline, and it looks like it's only just beginning to scab up. I can't imagine where else he's hurt. What else Anderson must've done to both him and Winston. A sick, slithery feeling moves through me.

"It's so good to see you again," Brendan is saying, his British accent always surprising me. "Sorry we couldn't be a bit more presentable."

I offer them both a smile. "I'm so happy you're all right."

"Ian," Kenji says, gesturing to the tall, lanky guy perched on the arm of the couch. Ian Sanchez. I remember him as a guy on my assembly team when we broke into the storage compound, but more important, I know him to be one of the four guys who were kidnapped by Anderson's men. He, Winston, Brendan, and another guy named Emory.

We'd managed to get Ian and Emory back, but not Brendan and Winston. I remember Kenji saying that Ian and Emory were so messed up when we brought them in that even with the girls helping to heal them, it'd still taken them a while to recover. Ian looks okay to me now, but he, too, must've undergone some horrific things. And Emory clearly isn't here.

I swallow, hard, offering Ian what I'm hoping is a strong smile.

He doesn't smile back.

"How are you still alive?" he demands, with no preamble. "You don't look like anyone beat the shit out of you, so, I mean, no offense or whatever, but I don't trust you."

"We're getting to that part," Kenji says, cutting Adam off just as he begins to protest on my behalf. "She has a solid explanation, I promise. I already know all the details." He shoots Ian a sharp look, but Ian doesn't seem to notice. He's still staring at me, one eyebrow raised as if in challenge.

I cock my head at him, considering him closely.

Kenji snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Focus, princess, I'm already getting bored." He glances around the room, looking for anyone we might've missed for the reintroductions. "James," he says, his eyes landing on the upturned face of my only ten-year-old friend. "Anything you want to say to Juliette before we get started?"

James looks at me, his blue eyes bright below his sandy-blond hair. He shrugs. "I never thought you were dead," he says simply.

"Is that right?" Kenji says with a laugh.

James nods. "I had a feeling," he says, tapping his head.

Kenji grins. "All right, well, that's it. Let's get started."

"What about Caa"," I begin to say, but stop dead at the flicker of alarm that flits in and out of Kenji's features.

My gaze lands on Castle, studying his face in a way I hadn't when I first arrived.

Castle's eyes are unfocused, his eyebrows furrowed as if he's caught in an endlessly frustrating conversation with himself; his hands are knotted together in his lap. His hair has broken free of its always-perfect ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his dreads have sprung around his face, falling into his eyes. He's unshaven, and looks as though he's been dragged through mud; as though he sat down in that chair the moment he walked in and hasn't left it since.

And I realize that of the group of us, Castle has been hit the hardest.

Omega Point was his life. His dreams were in every brick, every echo of that space. And in one night, he lost everything. His hopes, his vision for the future, the entire community he strove to build. His only family.

Gone.

"He's had it really rough," Adam whispers to me, and I'm startled by his presence, not realizing he was standing beside me again. "Castle's been like that for a little while now."

My heart breaks.

I try to meet Kenji's eyes, try to apologize wordlessly, to tell him I understand. But Kenji won't look at me. It takes him a few moments to pull himself together, and only then does it hit me just how hard all of this must be for him right now. It's not just Omega Point. It's not just everyone he's lost, not just all the work that's been destroyed.

It's Castle.

Castle, who's been like a father to Kenji, his closest confidant, his dearest friend.

He's become a husk of who he was.

My heart feels weighed down by the depth of Kenji's pain; I wish so much that I could do something to help. To fix things. And in that moment I promise myself I will.

I'll do everything I can.

"All right." Kenji claps his hands together, nods a few times before taking a tight breath. "Everyone all warm and fuzzy? Good? Good." He nods again. "Now let me tell you the story of how our friend Juliette was shot in the chest."

NINETEEN.

Everyone is gaping at me.

Kenji has just finished giving them every detail I shared with him, taking care to leave out the parts about Warner telling me he loves me, and I'm silently grateful. Even though I told Adam that he and I shouldn't be together anymore, everything between us is still so raw and unresolved. I've tried to move on, to distance myself from him because I wanted to protect him; but I've had to mourn Adam's loss in so many different ways now that I'm not sure I even know how to feel anymore.

I have no idea what he thinks of me.

There are so many things Adam and I need to talk about; I just don't want Warner to be one of them. Warner has always been a tense topic between usa"especially now that Adam knows they're brothersa"and I'm not in the mood for arguing, especially not on my first day back.

But it seems I won't be able to get off that easily.

"Warner saved your life?" Lily asks, not bothering to hide her shock or her repulsion. Even Alia is sitting up and paying attention now, her eyes glued to my face. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Dude, forget that," Ian cuts in. "What are we going to do about the fact that Warner can just steal our powers and shit?"

"You don't have any powers," Winston answers him. "So you don't have anything to worry about."

"You know what I mean," Ian snaps, a hint of color flushing up his neck. "It's not safe for a psycho like him to have that kind of ability. It freaks me the hell out."

"He's not a psycha"," I try to say, but the room erupts into a cacophony of voices, all vying for a chance to be heard.

"What does this even meana""

"a"dangerous?"

"So Sonya and Sara are still alivea""

"a"actually saw Anderson? What did he look like?"

"But why would he evena""

"a"okay, but that's nota""

"WAIT," Adam cuts everyone off. "Where the hell is he now?" He turns to look me in the eye. "You said Warner brought you out here to show you what happened to Omega Point, but then the minute Kenji shows up, he just disappears." A pause. "Right?"

I nod.

"Soa"what?" he says. "He's done? He's just walking away?" Adam spins around, looks at everyone. "Guys, he knows that at least one of us is still alive! He's probably gone to get backup, to find a way to take the rest of us outa"" He stops, shakes his head, hard. "Shit," he says under his breath. "SHIT."

Everyone freezes at the same time. Horrified.

"No," I say quickly, holding up both hands. "Noa"he's not going to do thata""

Eight pairs of eyes turn on me.

"He doesn't care about killing you guys. He doesn't even like The Reestablishment. And he hates his fathera""

"What are you talking about?" Adam cuts me off, alarmed. "Warner is an animala""

I take a steadying breath. I need to remember how little they know Warner, how little they've heard from his point of view; I have to remind myself what I used to think of him just a few days ago.

Warner's revelations are still so recent. I don't know how to properly defend him or how to reconcile these polarizing impressions of him, and for a moment it makes me furious with him and his stupid pretenses, for ever having put me in this position. If only he didn't come across as a sick, twisted psycho, I wouldn't have to stand up for him right now.

"He wants to take down The Reestablishment," I try to explain. "And he wants to kill Anderson, tooa""

The room explodes into more arguments. Shouts and epithets that all boil down to no one believing me, everyone thinking I'm insane and that Warner's brainwashed me; they think he's a proven murderer who locked me up and tried to use me to torture people.

And they're not wrong. Except that they are.

I want so desperately to tell them they don't understand.

None of them know the truth, and they're not giving me a chance to explain. But just as I'm about to say something else in my own defense, I catch a glimpse of Ian out of the corner of my eye.

He's laughing at me.

Out loud, slapping his knee, head thrown back, howling with glee at what he thinks is my stupidity, and for a moment I seriously begin to doubt myself and everything Warner said to me.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

How will I ever really know if I can trust him? How do I know he wasn't lying to me like he always did, like he claims he has been from the beginning?

I'm so sick of this uncertainty. So sick and tired of it.

But I blink and I'm being pulled out of the crowd, tugged toward James's bedroom door; to the storage closet that used to be his room. Adam pulls me inside and shuts the door on the insanity behind us. He's holding my arms, looking into my eyes with a strange, burning intensity that startles me.

I'm trapped.

"What's going on?" he asks. "Why are you defending Warner? After everything he did to you, you should hate hima"you should be furiousa""

"I can't, Adam, Ia""

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I justa"it's not that easy anymore." I shake my head, try to explain the unexplainable. "I don't know what to think of him now. There are so many things I misunderstood. Things I couldn't comprehend." I drop my eyes. "He's really . . ." I hesitate, conflicted.

I don't know how to tell the truth without sounding like a liar.

"I don't know," I finally say, staring into my hands. "I don't know. He's just . . . he's not as bad as I thought."

"Wow." Adam exhales, shocked. "He's not as bad as you thought. He's not as bad as you thought? How on earth could he be any better than you thoughta"?"

"Adama""

"What the hell are you thinking, Juliette?"

I look up. He can't hide the disgust in his eyes.

I panic.

I need to find a way to explain, to present an irrefutable examplea"proof that Warner is not who I thought he wasa"but I can already tell that Adam has lost confidence in me, that he doesn't trust me or believe me anymore, and I flounder.

He opens his mouth to speak.