Cursed (16 page)

His stare held so much intensity that I found it difficult to breathe. A look of yearning, of desperation, and he was studying me. Studying my face, the way my top had slipped down. And his stare was spreading a hot flush over my body.

Slowly, he dipped down, placing his weight on one arm. He brought his hand to the side of my face, his fingers hovering over my cheek. My own fingers curled into the sweater. God, I wanted him to touch me so badly. The need consumed me—burned like fire.

Hayden closed his eyes and let out a harsh sound before he pushed himself up on his knees. His hands fell harmlessly to his sides.

Disappointment crashed over me. I’d wanted him to pull me into his body like he’d done before, mimicking things we really couldn’t do.

“So… what did you wake me up for?” he asked, his voice thick.

It took me a minute to remember what had been so important. “My parents—they knew about Olivia’s gift.”

He rolled off my legs and stood. I had a feeling he purposely put distance between us as he struggled to pay attention to what I’d said. “What do you mean?”

I sat up, forcing the thick cobwebs of half-sleep and something far more distracting from my thoughts. I fixed my top, flushing like crazy. “When Parker was in my head, I saw the accident again. I don’t know how I missed it, but I guess I’d been so freaked out after everything, I just didn’t think.”

“Understandable.” He ran a hand through his hair. “What did you remember?”

I told Hayden what my mom had said and how Dad had answered. While I talked, he shifted further into the shadows, where the dimming light of the candles couldn’t reach.

“Olivia must have used her gift before she brought you back,” Hayden said.

“Yeah, but who are ‘they?’ The ones who my mom said he shouldn’t have told? Do you think he told the people who caused the accident?”

A full minute passed before he answered. “I don’t know, Ember. That doesn’t make sense. Maybe your memory is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Hayden. I know what I heard.”

“Your parents wouldn’t have known who to go to even if Olivia raised an army of the dead,” he said. “We don’t advertise what we are—neither does the Facility. We find the gifted; they don’t find us. How would your parents have known who to go to?”

“I don’t know,” I said tightly. “They had to’ve known. Or maybe someone came to them first.” An a-ha moment hit me. “You said before that Liz can sense the gifted—when they are born, right? And she sensed me when I came back?”

“Yeah.”

“And she knew about Olivia, right? You said so yourself.”

“So what? Just because Liz knew about Olivia doesn’t mean anything. Wait. Do you really think my father—
Aunt Liz
, who doesn’t even like to kill a mouse—would’ve orchestrated a car accident to get to Olivia?”

I scowled into the general vicinity of where I thought Hayden stood. “Yeah, I do. Or maybe Liz and Kurt did. They seem awful chummy with one another, and Liz treats Olivia like she’s her damn daughter.”

“That’s because she cares for her.” Hayden shook his head. “Look, none of this makes sense.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“It’s almost like you want it to be my father or Kurt.”

“I don’t want it to be them, but who else could it be? My parents wouldn’t have known who to go to, but they told someone! Then Liz magically senses me coming back from the dead and look! Look. Olivia is here, isn’t she?”

Silence greeted me, and I felt like doing a happy dance, because I knew I’d gotten Hayden thinking. But when he did speak again, it was a total letdown.

“We should head back, Ember. In the morning, we’ll try to figure it. My brain is too fried right now.”

My head jerked up. Hayden sounded different, off. I climbed off the bed and waited while he extinguished the candles. He kept his back to me the entire time, not speaking. My nerves were like a tight bundle in the pit of my stomach, unraveling with each passing second we didn’t talk.

I pulled the hood up and hunkered down in the hoodie once we stepped out into the near-freezing night air. Overhead, the moon peeked through the naked branches while we headed back to the house in silence. Each glimpse of Hayden I snuck, my stomach rolled. His face was set in hard lines, closed-off and distant. He stared straight ahead, and never once did I feel his gaze on me. It was like those precious moments in the cabin, when he’d admitted how much he wanted to kiss me, hadn’t even happened.

We stopped at the stairs, and I wasn’t ready to let this go. “I want to talk about—”

“I know,” he said, “but I don’t want to. Not tonight. I’m beat. It’s late.”

“But—”

He stepped forward, tipping his head down as he did so. “We can’t talk about this now. We’ll wake someone up. Go to bed, Ember. We’ll talk in the morning.”

I stepped back, my heart twisting. “Okay. Tomorrow morning, right?”

He nodded, and before I could say anything else, he disappeared down the hall.

Chapter 19

I
didn’t see Hayden in the morning or even that afternoon. Actually, I didn’t get a chance to see him at all Saturday—not for more than five seconds. I was damn sure he was avoiding me.

By Sunday afternoon, the momentary satisfaction of casting doubt on Cromwell and crew soured. Hayden had always believed his adopted father’s involvement with the gifted was to do something good, but whoever had wanted Olivia had killed to try and get her. And whether Hayden liked it or not, the evidence pointed to one of his family members—one of the people he trusted.

When I saw him climb the stairs to the front porch, I’d just finished braiding the hair on Olivia’s doll. Racing out of the room without a word, I threw the front door open, almost plowing it to him. He stood, one hand outstretched and eyes wide.

Phoebe was behind him, a carryout box in her manicured hand.

“Hey,” I gasped out, ignoring Phoebe’s curious stare.

Hayden took a step back. “Hey.”

“Can we talk?”

His lips pursed. “I have some things I—”

“
Please
.” I knew how I sounded and I didn’t care.

Phoebe glanced between us, and then she slinked past Hayden. “I’ll put this in the fridge for you.”

“Thanks,” Hayden answered, staring down at me. He inhaled and let it out slowly. “Okay, but I don’t have long. Walk?”

I nodded, following him down the steps and toward the tree line. I couldn’t believe it’d only been two days since I’d talked to him. It felt like years. Spending time with Olivia had been okay, but I missed Hayden. The moment we cleared the house, I opened my mouth.

“Are you mad at me?” I hadn’t wanted to say that.

He stared straight ahead. “Is that why you wanted to talk to me?”

Okay. His voice sounded different—maybe even cold—but no big deal. “No, that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Then what?”

My brain sort of emptied that moment. Hayden stopped walking, turned and faced me. His arms were folded across his chest and he waited. Waited for me to say whatever I wanted to say so… so he could
leave
. Well, this wasn’t going as planned. Not that I had a plan.

“Did you go have lunch with Phoebe?” I stalled.

Hayden nodded.

A hollow feeling opened up in my chest. Stupid, but all I could think was that he never took me to lunch. Not when we were out of school.

“Ember?”

I swallowed. “I wanted to talk about what I told you in the cabin.”

“The thing about your parents knowing about Olivia’s gift?” He stared above my head.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it. A lot actually, and I know what I heard.” I saw the moment he decided he didn’t want to talk about this. It was in his eyes—they went all dark. I plunged ahead. “These things have to be connected. You believe someone caused the accident to get to Olivia. Now, someone is sticking stuff in my locker. Like… like they want me to leave or something.”

“There’s no way of knowing if those two things are related.”

“You can’t be serious! You know the two things are connected.”

“What are you getting at, Ember? That my family is not only behind cutting up dead animals and leaving them in your locker, but also caused your car accident?”

“Yes.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I know that you don’t trust them. I get that. Really, I do, but I know my family.
I know them
. They wouldn’t do something like that, because they aren’t horrible people. And what was done to your family—to you—was horrible.”

“Then can you tell me who else to blame?” I practically yelled. “You said it yourself, Hayden. My parents wouldn’t know who to go to.”

“That doesn’t mean it was my family.”

“Oh. So the fact that you broke into my home, kidnapped us, and brought us here isn’t at all suspicious to you? That no one was interested in Olivia until
Aunt
Liz sensed me? Bullshit.”

“Ember.”

“No.” I pushed a hand through my hair wildly. I knew my curls had to be standing up every which way, but I didn’t care. “The note on that toy car—‘dead things should stay dead?’ And then again on the noose—”

Hayden’s eyes narrowed. “What noose?”

Whoops. I took a step back. “That’s not important. What’s important is how anyone else in the world could know about that.”

“I’ve thought about this,” he said after several long moments of silence. “It’s not like I’ve ignored the obvious, but I can’t—I
won’t—
believe my family had anything to do with it. I’m sorry, Ember, but instead of spending time obsessing over how evil my family is, we could be figuring who really is behind this.”

“Oh. Is that what you’ve been doing? Working to prove your family’s innocence? Well, good luck with that.”

The scent of something burning surrounded me, and Hayden’s lips thinned and now his eyes were all black. I knew I’d struck low. “Are you done yet?”

“No.”

“I am.” Then he was walking away.

“Hayden!” I yelled, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes.

He stopped, but didn’t turn around.

My heart leapt into my throat. “Do you regret what happened in the cabin?”

I didn’t have to explain it any better than that. By the way he stiffened, he knew I was talking about his admission and how we had clung to each other, desperately wanting more.

“No. That’s not what I regret,” he said.

And then he was gone and I stood there, staring at the place he’d been—alone with the cold knowledge that things had altered between us and I had no idea where it left me.

* * *

Things just kind of sucked after that.

Hayden’s and my drives to school were tense, and they usually ended with us arguing by the time we pulled into the school parking lot. I spent my mornings stewing over how adamantly he refused to believe his family had anything to do with what’d happened. They were all saints and angels in his book.

Even though I knew I needed to stop pushing it with him, I couldn’t. I needed him—needed someone—to believe me. It wasn’t like I’d imagined these things. It all seemed obvious to me, but they were his family. On a daily basis, I basically accused the people he trusted and loved most of murder.

I didn’t even know why we bothered eating lunch together, because we argued then, too, but by Wednesday, Phoebe and Gabe joined us. It was almost like they’d sensed their presence had been needed. Either that, or Hayden had asked them to.

Phoebe struggled with lunch. Even I could see that. So I did try to cut back on my frustration when she was around. I don’t know why I bothered. It didn’t make her any nicer to me and it sure as hell didn’t help things with Hayden. Our lunches usually ended with Hayden whisking off a pale, shaken Phoebe.

We tried practicing Monday night in the cabin, but that had ended in a spectacular disaster. Somehow a ceramic pot had crashed to the floor. We didn’t attempt anything Tuesday or Wednesday night.

As if things weren’t bad enough, I found spoiled chunks of hamburger meat in my locker Thursday morning. I started crying right then and there in the hallway, like a babbling idiot. Hayden had already disappeared, and I had to knock the globs of meat off my books and salvage what I could. My copy of
Catcher in the Rye
was ruined and my math book smelled like decayed butt. I had to tell someone, because it needed to be cleaned up.

I spent first half of the morning in the girls’ bathroom by the gym. No one ever used it except the smokers. It smelled, but not as bad as my locker did. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried that hard, and it wasn’t till the beginning of third before I got up enough courage to find a janitor.

I found Mr. Theo instead.

“Ember, why weren’t you—are you okay?”

“Yes. No.” I wiped under my eyes with the sleeves of my hoodie. “I need to find a janitor.”

His brows furrowed and his glasses slipped, and I thought of Adam, and then I started crying again. After that, I ended up in the principal’s office. It was like a snowball rolling down a hill. Things just spiraled out of control from that point.

Principal Hawkes seemed like a nice lady, and Mr. Theo had been right. She didn’t tolerate bullying of any kind, and when he told her about the other things in my locker, she called the guardian listed on my paperwork.

Jonathan Cromwell.

A couple of kids lingered in the admin offices, trying to find out why I was in the office. I ignored them, because I had bigger problems. Mr. Theo left during that time, and I really wanted him to stay through this, considering how he’d started it by telling the principal.

Cromwell showed up less than twenty minutes later. I’d stopped crying by then. I’d also stopped talking and started mentally berating myself.

He wore a business suit, his dark hair neatly in place and a tight smile on his face. He didn’t look at me. I had no idea what they’d told him. “Principal Hawkes, how have you been?”

They exchanged pleasantries while I squirmed in my seat. I was very close to hyperventilating when the principal finally closed the office door and laid it all out on the table in a clipped, purely professional way: the rabbit, the dolls, the toy car, and everything in-between. I stared at her desk while they talked. Near her computer was a tiny coin, much like the one I had in my pocket. It couldn’t be the same one, because I doubted Mr. Theo handed out lucky coins like candy.

I forgot about the coin the moment she stopped talking.

Only then did Cromwell look at me. I couldn’t help it; I shrank back in my seat. “How long has this been going on?”

I didn’t answer.

“Apparently since the first day she started,” Principal Hawkes answered. “Mayor Cromwell, I want to ensure you that PHS doesn’t tolerate this kind of behavior. Nor have we ever, in the history of my career, had anything like this.”

I felt his stare on me while he talked. “This is the first I’ve heard of this. I am… extremely disappointed that Ember didn’t confide in me. Principal Hawkes, what are you doing to ensure this will stop?”

“She states that no one has been bothering her, so that gives us very little to go on. Although, I am not entirely inclined to believe her since this is the first time any of this has been brought to our attention.”

I looked up then. That wasn’t true. I’d told Mr. Theo and he’d told her. She had to have figured out that he knew, but then the next thing she said sealed my fate. I was a goner. No doubt about it.

“I don’t mean this as any offense to you, Mayor Cromwell. As you know, I voted for you and you still have my vote,” she continued. “But I am inclined to believe that this issue started even before she stepped foot in this school.”

Cromwell stiffened beside me. “I’m not sure I’m following you.”

She cleared her throat and nervously worked at the button on her suit. “How have her interactions been with the other…. children living in your home? Are there any problems you may be aware of? It could be that—” She stopped talking. She stopped moving. Actually, I think she stopped breathing.

Holy crap.

Then I noticed that Cromwell was standing. “Nothing has happened in my house.”

“Nothing,” Principal Hawkes murmured.

“None of my children are involved in this,” he continued, his voice surprisingly soothing. I found myself leaning toward him, listening. “In fact, you will forget we ever had this conversation.”

Principal Hawkes nodded.

“Ember left her lunch in her locker. It spoiled. She panicked.” I snapped out of it. “
What
?”

Cromwell ignored me, solely focused on her. “Nothing has happened. Ember is just sick. She will go home today. If anyone else brings this up, you will tell them it’s being handled. And you will contact me if anyone comes to you about this.”

“Yes. Of course. Yes.” Principal Hawkes blinked. Then she looked at me, a fond, almost patronizing smile on her face. “Miss McWilliams, I do hope you feel better. And please remember to not leave your lunch in your locker anymore.”

My jaw hit the floor.

Cromwell wrapped things up after that, and then we were walking out of the school and getting in his Porsche. My heart raced and palms sweated. I was screwed. And I needed to get out of here.

“I want—want to stay in school today. I have a test this afternoon,” I told him.

He spared me a glance. “You can make up the test.”

“But—”

“Who else knew about this, Ember?”

“No one,” I stuttered, eyeing the door handle. I could make a run for it. I could also touch him.

“Do
not
lie to me. Who else knew about this?” he demanded.

“I’m not lying.” My fingers clawed along the door. “No one else knew. I have to take a test—”

Cromwell pulled out of the parking lot before I could even open the door. “Why didn’t you come to me about this?”

“I…” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. Telling him that I thought he or one of his freaks was behind it wouldn’t make anything better. So the next words that came out of my mouth even amazed me. “Why do you collect kids? What do you want from us?”

“I don’t want anything from you. And I’ve already answered why I bring the gifted into my household. I will not explain it again for your amusement.”

“It’s not for my amusement! You want these kids for some bizarre reason.” Another moment in my life where I knew I needed to shut up, but couldn’t. “Just like you wanted Olivia—because they’re all gifted. Why do you want their gifts?”

“I understand that you’re upset, but you will not question my intentions. I’ll determine who has been leaving those things in your locker whether or not you fess up to who’s been bothering you. The next time—if there is a next time anything like this occurs—you will come to me. Do you understand?”

“A—Are you going to send me away?”

“Sometimes I want to, Ember. I really do. So don’t push it.”

My fingers opened and closed in my lap. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take you home. You will go upstairs. You’re grounded—”

“What?” I screeched. “How am I grounded? This isn’t my fault! And grounded from what? I don’t go anywhere.”