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“Liar!” shrieked Inari, looking for a moment more glorious—more radiant than before.<br />
But then Meredith saw why. Her scarlet hair had actually begun to smolder, framing her face in a<br />
dancing red light. And at last she spoke venemously.<br />
“Well, then, if you think this is my last battle, I must be sure to cause all the pain I can.<br />
Starting with you, witch.”<br />
Meredith and Matt both gasped. <strong>The</strong>y were afraid for <strong>The</strong>o, especially as Inari’s hair<br />
was braiding itself into thick ropes like serpents that floated around her head as if she were Medusa.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gasps were a mistake—they attracted Inari’s attention. But she didn’t move. She only<br />
said, “Smell that sweet scent on the wind? A roast sacrifice! I think the result will be oishii—<br />
delicious! But perhaps you two would like to speak to Orime or Isobel one last time. I’m afraid they<br />
can’t come out to see you.”<br />
Meredith’s heart was pounding violently in her throat, as she realized that the Saitous’<br />
house was on fire. It seemed as if there were several small fires burning, but she was terrified at the<br />
implication that Inari had already done something to the mother and daughter.<br />
“No, Matt!” she cried, grabbing Matt’s arm. He would have charged straight at the<br />
laughing black-clad woman and tried to attack her feet—and seconds were invaluable now. “Come<br />
help me find them!”<br />
<strong>The</strong>o came to their aid. Drawing up the white bullwhip, she whirled it once around her<br />
head and cracked it precisely on Inari’s raised hands, leaving a bloody gash on one. As a furious Inari<br />
turned back to her, Meredith and Matt ran.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> back door,” Matt said as they careered around the side of the house. Up ahead they<br />
saw a wooden fence, but no gate. Meredith was just considering using the stave to pole-vault, when<br />
Matt panted, “Here!” and made a cradle of his hands for her to step into. “I’ll boost you over!”<br />
Meredith hesitated only an instant. <strong>The</strong>n, as he skidded to a stop she jumped to place one<br />
foot in his inter-locked fingers. Suddenly she was flying upward. She made the most of it, landing,<br />
catlike, on the fence’s flat top, and then jumping down. She could hear Matt scrambling up the fence<br />
as she was suddenly surrounded by black smoke. She jumped backward three feet and yelled, “Matt,<br />
the smoke is dangerous! Get low; hold your breath. Stay outside to help them when I bring them out!”<br />
Meredith had no idea whether Matt would listen to her or not, but she obeyed her own<br />
rules, crouching low, breath held, opening her eyes briefly to try to find the door.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n she almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of an axe crashing into wood, of<br />
wood splintering, and of the axe crashing again. She opened her eyes and saw that Matt hadn’t<br />
listened to her, but she was glad because he’d found the door. His face was black with soot. “It was<br />
locked,” he explained, hefting the axe.<br />
Any optimism Meredith might have felt splintered like the door as she looked inside and<br />
saw only flames and more flames.<br />
My God, she thought, anyone in there is roasting, is probably dead already.<br />
But where had that thought come from? Her knowledge or her fear? Meredith couldn’t<br />
just stop now. She took a step into searing heat and shouted, “Isobel! Mrs. Saitou! Where are you?”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a weak, choking cry. “That’s the kitchen!” she said. “Matt, it’s Mrs. Saitou!<br />
Please go get her!”<br />
Matt obeyed, but threw over his shoulder, “Don’t you go farther in.”<br />
Meredith had to go farther in. She remembered very well where Isobel’s room was.<br />
Directly under her “grandmother’s.”<br />
“Isobel! Isobel! Can you hear me?” Her voice was so low and husky from smoke that she