Gena Showalter - Intertwined 02 (13 page)

He tangled a hand through his dark hair, all hint of amusement fading. The fury returned, darkening his expression. “No, I couldn't have. I would have yelled.”

“You're yelling now!” And for no good reason, that she could tell.

“Yeah,” he said, still with that fury, but now, it was tinged with something else. Something low and raspy. His eyelids dipped to half-mast as he traced a fingertip along the slope of her nose. “But now we get to kiss and make up.” Even his voice had dipped.

Yes, please.
“First, why would you have yelled?” Clearly someone had told him what she'd done, but she wanted to hear him admit it before she spilled her guts. “Second, we can't kiss.” She backed away from him, not stopping until she hit the door. The closer they were, the headier his wild scent became. The closer they were, the better she could feel the heat radiating off him. The closer they were, the closer she wanted to be. “I need to get to class.”

“Actually, you'll have to miss it. We're talking right now.”

Uh-oh. The words echoed around her, a threat. “I
can't keep putting off my studies, Riley. Yeah, I'm fine with missing Geometry right now, but anything after that? No. As you know, Spanish is my worse subject, and I need all the help I can get.”

“I'll tutor you later.
Si?
”

Yeah, right. Like they'd really pay attention to their books if they were alone in her room.
“No.”
The only other Spanish she could recall at the moment was:
No hay tenedor limpio, tenemos que lavar la.
There is no clean fork. We have to wash some.

That wasn't really applicable here.

“Well, you're not going to class until we discuss a few things. Namely, you went into town last night,” he said, jaw clenched.

And there it was. The admission. She gulped. “Yes.”

“Alone.”

“Yes. How did you find out?”

“My brothers. They followed you.”

The two wolves who tailed Penny's car. Of course. She should have guessed.

“They said you encountered a witch. Tell me, Mary Ann. Why would you endanger yourself like that?”

You are not the weak link. You are not the freaking weak link
. “Did your brothers also tell you that I stayed in the car? Did they tell you Penny and I drove away before Marie could reach us?”

His nostrils flared in outrage. “You know her name now.”

Uh-oh.

“You've talked to her.” Again, not a question.

“Yes,” she admitted softly.

He slapped the wall beside her temples, caging her in. He'd done that yesterday, on the walk to school, and she'd loved it. He'd kissed her, after all. Now, he just looked like he wanted to choke her. The funny thing was, she still loved it. She had only to lift onto her tiptoes and
she
could kiss
him.

“A witch doesn't need to be close to you to bespell you, Mary Ann.” If he knew the direction her thoughts had taken, he gave no notice. “She needs only to see you. You were in danger the moment you left your house. Do you not recall what I told you about spells?”

“I do,” she said with a nod.

“Tell me.”

A tremor slid the length of her spine. “When a spell is uttered, that spell becomes alive, its sole existence to fulfill its purpose. There is no breaking it. Ever. Even by the witch who cast it.”

As she'd spoken, his gaze had lowered and remained on her lips. Tension had wafted from him before he'd snapped his attention back to her face. “That's right,” he croaked. “And what would happen if a different type of death spell were cast over you?”

“I would die twice?” she asked dryly.

“Yes, smartie. That's exactly what would happen, and neither time would be pleasant.”

She'd never seen Riley so fierce, so intense, but she planned to stand up to him exactly as she'd stood up to Marie. This was too important. “Guess what?” she said, flattening her palms on his chest. His heart thundered to the same erratic beat as hers. “That's a chance I'm willing to take. I'm part of this team, and I
will
help in any way that I can. How is my being in danger any different from you being in danger?”

His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, even as he pressed deeper into her body. “I heal.”

“So do I!”

“Not from death!”

But his kind could be brought back? Hardly, she wanted to snort.

She paused. Wait.
He
had been brought back. She recalled the night he'd told her about his brothers' curse. He should have been cursed that way, too, ugly to anyone he desired, but for him, the requirement of that spell had been met. He'd died, and the werewolves' version of modern medicine had brought him back. Modern medicine could bring her back, as well, she thought defiantly.

Still. Thinking of his death filled her with fear. She couldn't lose him. She needed him.

Mary Ann slid her hands around his neck and gentled her tone. “I'm not going to argue with you about this, Riley. I went into town, yes, but I'm not sorry. Marie will be there tonight, and I know where.” Marie had threatened Mary Ann, as good as told her not to return. Which meant she would want to know if Mary Ann disobeyed her. Which meant she would have to be there, watching, waiting. “We can capture her.”

“No, we can't.” His hands settled on her waist, locking her in place. “She'll be prepared now. We'll walk right into an ambush.”

Mary Ann shook her head, refusing to give up. “She thinks she's warned me away. Intimidated me.” She told him a bit about their conversation, but left out the part about feeding; she didn't understand that, and until she did, she was sharing the details with no one. And even though she'd thought to talk to him about “what she was,” according to Marie, she left that part out, too. Now wasn't the time. “She'll be careless.”

“So you hope,” he said, his grip tightening.

True. “Even if you're right, we still have the advantage. We'll be prepared for an ambush. Either way, I guess we'll find out tonight. And Riley, do not even think about leaving me behind.”

“I'll do what needs to be done, Mary Ann.”

Finally she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. He didn't respond, and she tried not to let it matter. “So
will I. And guess what? I changed my mind. I'm hitting second period.” With that, she turned and opened the door. He released her without protest and she strode into the hall, never once glancing back.

G
O AHEAD AND FLUSH
this day down the toilet, Aden thought as he and Shannon walked home from school.

Cars whizzed past them on one side, and trees stretched on the other. They were taking the main roads today rather than the forest. Riley had insisted, and agreeing had been the only way to get rid of him.

All day, Aden had been too tired to listen to his teachers. He had no idea what material had been covered, and even if he had been paying attention, the souls had been too chatty to allow him to concentrate, having just come out of their drug-induced stupor. They'd wanted to know what had happened with the vampires, but he hadn't had a chance to reply.

On and on they'd asked—were
still
asking—until he'd wanted—
still
wanted—to bang his head against the wall. It was probably a good thing, then, that Riley and Mary Ann hadn't spoken to him at lunch. Actually, Mary Ann hadn't spoken to
anyone
at lunch. She'd sat at
the table, food untouched in front of her, frowning at everyone who passed. Aden would have asked her what was wrong, but trying to carry on a conversation hadn't seemed wise.

Especially since she'd looked ready to throw something at Riley's head when the wolf announced he would be walking Aden home rather than his girlfriend. But Aden had refused his escort with a firm shake of his head. Having a friend beside him, sure, good times. But a babysitter? No, thanks.

To his surprise, Riley had accepted his refusal after only a few halfhearted protests. He'd been free to go with Mary Ann, after all. Hopefully, they'd work out their problems before midnight, when their little group was supposed to meet up and head into town to hunt—and kidnap—a witch.

Aden was still reeling about that. Kidnap? Really?

Again, there hadn't been an opportunity to discuss it. Not just because of the souls, but because of their audience. And now he had to rush to the ranch so that Dan could take him to Dr. Hennessy's office for their emergency session.

“This sucks,” he said.

“W-what does?” Shannon asked, flicking him a glance.

The question battered against the rest of the noise inside his head, and Aden took a moment to decipher
it. “My upcoming doctor's appointment. I don't want to go.”

If that stupid doc forces any more drugs down your throat, I'm going to shoot myself,
Caleb grumbled.

Good luck with that,
Julian replied dryly.
I don't think I ever told you this, but it's always been a dream of mine to watch a soul without a body wield a gun.

Well, bodiless or not, we might wish we could shoot ourselves after today's session,
Elijah said grimly.

“Do you know something?” Aden demanded. Elijah's predictions never failed. What the soul thought would happen, happened. Usually, he only knew when people were going to die. Yet more and more lately, he knew other things. Scary things. Like blood flowing in rivers.

“Know w-what?” Shannon asked.

This time, he didn't have to pause to decipher the words. The different conversations were finally streamlining, becoming clearer. “Sorry,” he said to Shannon, cheeks heating. “I meant, this has just been such a crappy day, with Mary Ann's silence, Riley's bad mood and the doctor's visit, like I mentioned.”

“Yeah. What was wrong w-with you yesterday, man? I've never seen y-you like that.”

Aden wanted to confess. He wanted to trust Shannon fully. He really did. But he couldn't predict the
boy's reaction to vampires and werewolves and ghosts, which meant he couldn't say a word. If Shannon told Dan, Dan would think Aden was crazy—more than he already did—and send him back to juvie or to another institution. For “help.”

“Stress,” he said, and left it at that. In a way, that was the truth.

“Know what you m-mean. Sometimes life just seems to be t-too much.”

“Having trouble?” Aden knew kids liked to tease Shannon about his stutter, and that embarrassed the boy unbearably.

“What if I t-told you that I—I…” Shannon rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. His stutter was more pronounced now, which meant his emotions were jacked. “M-my parents, they knew I was d-different and—” He pressed his lips together, now mute.

“Come on.” Aden grabbed his arm and tugged him into the woods completely, seemingly leaving civilization behind. Yeah, he'd told Riley he'd stick to the main roads. No, he didn't feel guilty. When a friend needed you, you delivered. “It's okay, man. You can tell me anything. Believe me.” He'd been different his entire life. Hearing voices, talking to people who supposedly weren't there. Now, summoning creatures from fairy tales and nightmares.

“Yeah, but I'm not d-different like you.” Horror
blanketed Shannon's expression. “I-I'm sorry. I—I didn't m-mean that in a b-bad way. I j-just…” He pushed out a shaky sigh. “I've n-never really told anyone else a-and—No, that's n-not exactly true, b-but—”

A boy Aden didn't recognize stepped from behind a tree.

Aden and Shannon drew up short.

Another boy he didn't recognize swung from around the next trunk over. Both were relaxed, seemingly unarmed. The first had pale hair, pale skin and pale blue eyes. Multiple shades of brown and gold colored the other's hair, the same shades swirling in his eyes. Both were tall, stretching over Aden's own six feet. They were leanly muscled, and both wore T-shirts and soft-looking slacks.

Not another fight,
Caleb groaned.

Aden reached for his daggers.

“Riley sent us, Majesty,” the pale one said, his voice deep and husky. He held up a palm in greeting. “We're his older brothers. Be glad you aren't meeting the younger brothers. I'm Nathan.”

“Maxwell,” the other said with a nod.

Thank God,
Julian said after a relieved sigh.
Werewolves
.

The horror returned to Shannon's expression, though Aden suspected it was because he'd almost confessed his secret, whatever it was, with strangers nearby.

“Nice to meet you,” Aden replied.

Shannon tossed Aden a strange look. “M-Majesty?”

“Nickname,” he muttered. To the new boys, he said, “I prefer Aden.”

They nodded as they straightened from their relaxed poses.

“Why are you here?” More babysitting?

Maxwell waved his arm, motioning them forward. “To see you home safely, of course. Just in case you deviated from your promised route.”

He still wouldn't feel guilty, he told herself as he surged forward, dragging Shannon with him. Nothing he could say in rebuttal, not now. Riley, though, would get an earful later.

Wish Riley would have sent a girl to guard us,
Caleb said.

There are more important things in life than girls,
Elijah admonished.

Name one
.

A moment passed in silence.

Caleb laughed.
See!

The list is so long I got lost in thought,
the psychic grumbled.

Yeah. Right,
Julian said, his own laughter blending with Caleb's.

“Guys. Please.”

Shannon tossed him another strange look, and Aden motioned to their escorts, trying to pretend he'd been talking to them.

Sorry,
Caleb said, repentant.
My bad
.
I just, I miss Victoria, I guess
.

Aden missed her, too. Monster and all, whatever she'd meant by that. He still didn't fully know. Her demon-possession example hadn't told him much. Did she morph into an actual beast or just exhibit beastly qualities? Either way, she'd been mortified to tell him.

Didn't she realize he would care for her, no matter what? Didn't she realize that this, whatever it was, made her better able to understand him and his differences, and offered more proof that they belonged together?

There was absolutely no way he'd date those other girls. That simply wasn't going to happen, whether Victoria was fine with the idea or not.

The newcomers didn't speak again, even when they reached the edge of the forest and the ranch came into view. They simply backtracked, soon disappearing. Aden didn't get a chance to ask Shannon about his problem, though. Ryder and Seth were at the edge of the property, smoking.

When Shannon spotted them, he drew up short again. Only this time, a little color flooded his face. He was…blushing? Really? Why?

Aden closed the rest of the distance. “Why aren't
you inside?” Usually, they were doing chores this time of day.

“Mr. Thomas didn't come in again today,” Seth said with a shrug. He raised the butt to his lips and inhaled, his wrist turned so that Aden had a full view of the fanged snake tattooed there. “We did our chores early and called it a day.”

And then they'd snuck out to smoke. Dan would rage if he saw them inhaling “cancer sticks,” as he called them.

“Want?” Ryder asked, claiming the butt and offering it to Aden.

“No, thanks.”

Shannon finally approached, though he remained outside the little half-circle. “Where's D-Dan?”

Ryder immediately looked down at his shoes. He handed the cig back to Seth and tangled a hand through his hair. “He had to check on his cows or something and said he'd be right back.”

Maybe he'd luck out, and Dan would arrive too late to take him to Dr. Hennessy.
Like you're really that lucky
.

Shannon motioned to the cigarette with a wave of his hand. “T-then maybe you should put that out.”

Ryder's head snapped up, his eyes narrowed. “Maybe you should make me.”

“T-thanks for the invite, but I'll pass. I mean, why b-bother?” Shannon's hands balled into fists, and the
image caught Aden's attention—as if it were important. As if it were…life-changing. Why? “You already smell like an ashtray.”

Tension crackled between them, thick and palpable. Usually, they got along just fine. Clearly, though, something had changed.

“So, uh, what's Dan going to do about Thomas?” Aden asked, hoping to distract them from their anger. He brushed off his uneasiness. There was no time to ponder it now.

Seth shrugged. “He tried calling the guy, but someone else answered, a Ms. Brendal. She said she was his sister and that he'd disappeared. She also said she'd be by later to talk to us. Fingers crossed she's hot.”

Guilt consumed Aden. Guilt and fear. Ms. Brendal. She claimed to be Thomas's sister. If she had told the truth, she was a fairy. Which meant another enemy of the vampires would be coming to the ranch. Asking questions. Would Aden be forced to kill someone else? A woman this time? He shuddered.
Please, God, no
.

Gravel suddenly crunched up ahead, and Aden saw Dan's truck coming up the long driveway. Nope. He wasn't that lucky. His stomach sank.

Seth tossed the cigarette on the ground and smashed the butt with his shoe. Ryder whipped out a tiny can of body spray from his pocket and hosed everyone down. Shannon coughed and glared, but didn't protest.

“I better get going,” Aden said, fighting dread and trudging forward. When he was certain the wind wouldn't carry his voice back to the boys, he muttered, “Elijah, are we coming out of this unscathed?”

Silence.

Aden stiffened, stumbled.

You might
, the psychic finally said,
but I don't know about us
.

 

“T
ELL ME ABOUT
the voices, Aden.”

“I don't hear voices anymore, Dr. Hennessy.”

“You're lying to me, Aden, and I don't like liars. Tell me. About the. Voices.”

“I don't hear voices anymore, Dr. Hennessy.”

The same conversation had been replaying between them for over an hour. Aden was tired and fighting sleep, lying in the doctor's plush recliner, the lights dimmed, and peering up at a plain white ceiling. His lids were heavy, keeping them open a difficult chore. Didn't help that soft music played in the background. Dr. Hennessy sat behind him, papers rattling every so often, but even that had a lulling effect.

Bor-ing,
Caleb said with a yawn.

Lame,
Julian agreed.

Remain on guard, please,
Elijah said, but even he sounded fatigued.
I don't trust this man
.

I'm always on guard,
Caleb retorted.

This time, Julian yawned.
You're a liar, and Dr. Hen is pushy. Not a good combo.

Aden agreed.

“—and as you know, I've read reports from your other doctors.”

Great. He'd lost track of the conversation. “So?”

“So, when you were younger, you told several of them that these voices are souls and those souls possess special powers.”

“I lied.” No way would he trust Dr. Hennessy with the truth. That would only score him more medication, more sessions like this one. “No one has special powers.”

“So you admit there are souls, then? They just don't have any otherworldly abilities?”

He ground his teeth. “No. I didn't say that.”

“Are you telling me that one of the souls can no longer time-travel?”

Aden stiffened. Eve had been the time-traveler, sometimes sending him back into younger versions of himself. One wrong word, and he would change the future, sometimes returning to a different reality than he'd left.

He didn't think he could time-travel now that Eve had passed on, and anyway, he was too afraid to try. The
consequences were too vast, and he was too happy with his life. Well, most of it.

“Aden,” the doctor prompted.

“Time-travel is a myth,” was all he said.

“As mythical as predicting when other people are going to die?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “Where are you going with this, Dr. Hennessy?”