funding increases, my department head agreed to take him on as a lab assistant on a trial basis.â
According to her boss, the Other was actually to be treated as an equal by everyone, but she wasnât about to tell Penn that. The whole idea made her absolutely furious; she could just imagine how her brother would react.
âMeaning what? That for a few bucks, Bane keeps Barak from sniffing around his girlfriend? Instead, the scum will be hitting on my sister.â Penn clearly wasnât going to back down anytime soon.
âItâs more than a few bucks, and I can use the help. Toting all that equipment around isnât easy, especially on the steeper slopes.â She smiled with a confidence she didnât really feel. âIâll make sure he knows I have a big, bad Paladin for a brother. That should scare him into behaving.â
âNot anymore.â Penn tried without success to flex his right hand. âI couldnât hold a sword long enough to scare anybody.â
The doctors had warned Penn there was no guarantee that heâd ever get full motion back in his hand. An Other had come close to severing Pennâs hand completely, and the recovery process had been slow and painful. She couldnât remember the last time Penn had been really happy.
âYouâre not helpless, Penn. If you were, they wouldnât trust you to guard the Center.â
That much was true, but holding a gun or rifle wasnât the same as being able to fight with a sword. Until he could handle a blade, Penn couldnât protect the barrier in the tunnels down below the city and the surrounding area. The desire to serve near the barrier beat strongly in the heart of every Paladin, and Penn could feel the fluctuations in the beautifully colored sheet of energy that separated their world from dark madness on the other side. Until he could do the job he was born to do, Penn would be a miserable man.
âWell, Iâve got to get inside or Iâll be late for work.â She would have given her brother a quick hug, but he was in his usual disguise of a derelict living on the streets. If she got too close, some of that grime and stink he worked so hard to perfect would get on her clothes.
He grinned. âWhat? No sisterly kiss for me before I let you pass? How about a hug?â
She laughed and held up her hands, backing away. âNo way, bro. Not unless youâre willing to pay my cleaning bill.â
âAll right, Iâll let you get inside.â Then he turned serious again. âBut if this Barak fellow gives you any trouble at all, I want to be the first to know. Even if I canât handle a sword, his kind isnât immune to bullets. Iâd be glad to remind him of that fact.â
âThanksâ¦I think.â
After keying in the security code, she stepped into the dim interior of the Center. Leaning against the cool tiled wall, she waited for her pulse to slow down. It was hard enough to deal with her own frustrations without having to take on Pennâs as well.
Her boss had warned her not to walk into the meeting with a chip on her shoulder. Somehow she was supposed to hide her feelings from her boss, Devlin Bane, and the Other himself. How could she, when she hated and despised everything about the Others and the havoc they caused whenever the barrier went down?
At least Dr. Louis had given her some warning. Heâd called her at home last night to break the news, knowing if heâd waited until sheâd reported to work, she would likely have walked right out again. It had taken her a solid hour to unclench her teeth. How was she supposed to work side by side with one of the monsters that had not only killed her brother twice but had nearly crippled him as well?
Was any amount of money worth the constant uproar over a monster in their midst? Why didnât someone just skewer the Other and be done with it? Sheâd be glad to provide the