New Moon by REBECCA YORK Page B

and looked away from him. He wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her. But he stayed where he was. "Just for fun, see if you can give me some straight answers. Why are they after you? Did you steal something? Kill someone?"
    "No."
    "Then what?"
    She sighed. "The man I talked about—Falcone. He wants to take me captive."
    He wanted to get more information, but he realized he didn't have the luxury of interrogating her out here. Every minute they spent where someone could spot them increased their chances of being attacked again. But one more question burned inside him. "So… are you still defending Haig? Do you still think he didn't turn us in?"
    "He didn't want to!" she answered.
    "Then what?"
    "Falcone worked a compulsion on him."
    "Why now? Why not earlier?"
    "Because he needed power for it. Power from the death of an innocent."
    Logan sucked in a breath. "Are you saying he killed someone to get the power?"
    "Yes! He killed a child. That's illegal. But he did it anyway. So you'd better hope he doesn't catch up with you ."
    "I'll keep that in mind," Logan answered, looking up at the massive building. In a more even tone, he asked, "Why did you come to this place?"
    "Because it's forbidden. Falcone thinks I wouldn't dare come here."
    "It's cursed or something?"
    "It's from the old religion."
    "You mean… Christianity."
    "Yes."
    "What religion do you have now?"
    "There are a lot of… sects. Lots of gods. People pray to the ones they believe will help them."
    "You spoke of the Great Mother. If you believe in her, do you believe she's the only God?"
    "I hope she is."
    He wanted more facts. About this whole damn world. But that couldn't be his priority.
    He took a step toward the edifice. When she didn't move, he said, "It will be dark soon. We need to find shelter and clothing."
    She shuddered. "I don't want to go inside. A wolf can travel at night."
    "Yeah, but I've got to rest after that fight."
    She grimaced. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking. You've been out of bed less than a day."
    "I'm not afraid of a building, especially not when it's a good place to shelter," he said. This time he took the lead, ushering her toward a side door, not allowing her to hang back.
    Inside, he looked around and found a table that held several oil lamps, which he recognized because he'd seen them in a museum display. They were shaped a little like gravy boats, with an elongated body and a handle. But instead of a pouring spout, they had a smaller opening where the wick came out. He picked one up and shook it, hearing the oil slosh inside. "Too bad there's nothing to light them with," he said.
    Rinna gave him a quick look, then took one of the lamps and held it in front of her. As she stared at the wick, a flame sprang up.
    He blinked. "How did you do that?"
    "That's one of the talents I discovered in school."
    "Did it get you into trouble?"
    She made a small sound. "No. I told you, all the children in the school had psychic talents. Actually, that's why we were there—to find out what skills we possessed and develop them to the fullest."
    "How old were you when you first changed form?"
    "Eight."
    He looked at her in surprise. "You didn't have to be… sexually mature to do it?"
    "No. Morga was my guide."
    "Who was Morga?"
    "One of my teachers. She was strict, but she taught me a lot. Without the school I never would have…" She let the sentence trail off.
    "Wouldn't what?"
    "Wouldn't have found out everything I can do," she answered, but he suspected she had changed what she was going to say. She was telling him more than she had previously, but she was still hiding information from him.
    "Can you light another lamp?"
    She handed him the one she was holding, then picked up a second vessel and sparked the wick.
    Logan held his in front of himself as he walked toward another door and pulled it open.
    He was thinking how strange it was to step naked into the sanctuary. In the shadows, he couldn't see much. But he caught the feel of the