Pride (27 page)

I sighed and leaned back on the bed with my weight on both hands. She wasn’t ready to hear all the details. Hell,
I
wasn’t ready to
think
about all the details. “It’s complicated.” I stared out the window at another beautiful fall day I wouldn’t be allowed to truly experience. “I didn’t want to do what they
wanted me to do, and I thought the only way to get out of it was to leave. So I ran, and they found me and locked me back up. To keep me safe, of course.” The last phrase sounded forced, even to my own ears.

“You don’t sound like you believe that.”

Her tone drew my head up until my eyes met the piercing, older-than-it-should-have-been gaze in hers. “You’re pretty perceptive for a thirteen-year-old.”

“My English teacher says that, too.” Her head dropped for a moment, and when she looked at me again her eyes were damp with tears she’d thus far refused to shed. “She
used
to, anyway. When I went to school. Can I stay with you and go to school in Texas? Where you live?”

My heart throbbed painfully, and my throat suddenly felt too thick to speak through. How was I supposed to answer that? I would do my best to make sure she was safe, wherever she wound up, but I couldn’t swear that would be with me. Or that I’d even be alive to
see
where they put her, because until my sentence was officially announced, I wasn’t in the clear on the whole execution thing.

But I could hardly tell her
that.

Still, she deserved the truth… “I don’t know.”

Kaci accepted my nonanswer with the patience of someone long accustomed to going without vital information, as were most children. Silence settled into the room around us, showcasing the ambient sounds from the house at large. Snippets of conversation came from the kitchen, dining room, and living room, and from two different bedrooms came canned fight-noises. In one room, the guys were playing another bloody, pointless video game. From the other, I recognized Jack Nicholson’s distinctive nasal cadence, delivering one of his lines from
Wolf.

But above all that was…footsteps.

A confident knock on the door preceded the aromas of pep
peroni and tomato sauce by about a millisecond, and I knew from the way Kaci’s nose twitched that she’d caught them both. When I pulled the door open, Jace’s cobalt eyes shined at me in the dim hall light, and I couldn’t help noticing that he carried not one formerly frozen pizza, but two. “I thought you might be hungry, too,” he said, in response to the question plain on my face.

“Thanks.” I took the plates from him and set them on the dresser beside the door. In truth, Kaci could probably have eaten both pies on her own, but I appreciated the gesture. And the food. And the two chilled Cokes he pulled from the pockets of his baggy jeans.

I set the cans on the dresser alongside the pizza.

Jace grinned, like he had a secret. “Your dad talked the tribunal into letting you go into town with me and Marc. Because we have no idea what to buy for a thirteen-year-old girl. Be ready in an hour.”

A field trip? That was too good to be true. My eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

His smile faded and Jace crossed his arms over his chest in a closed-off posture I recognized from every argument we’d ever had. “Calvin’s sending one of his men, too, to make sure you don’t make a break for it.”

“Wonderful.” I rolled my eyes in exasperation, stopping only when they landed on the eavesdropping enforcer in the hall. Malone’s man would no doubt report everything Marc and I said during the shopping trip.

Jace glanced over my shoulder. “How’s she doing?” He didn’t bother to whisper; she’d hear him anyway.

“Coming right along, actually.” I followed his gaze to where Kaci sat watching us both, making no attempt to hide her curiosity. “But the weird thing is that she knows nothing about us. As a
species.
”

Jace’s eyebrows rose, and he looked at the tabby again.
Then those same brows furrowed in a deep frown. “How is that possible?”

I scowled at the guard still watching us, then met Jace’s eyes again. “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”

“W
ho was that?” Kaci asked as I tucked a can under each arm then bent awkwardly to pick up both plates of pizza.

“That was Jace Hammond.” Leaning over the bed, I set both plates down on the rumpled comforter and let the cans fall next to them. “He’s one of my father’s enforcers, and my brother Ethan’s best friend. He’s a really good guy.”

Kaci bit into her first wedge of pizza, then spoke around the bite with one small hand hiding her mouth. “Where’s your brother?”

“Ethan?” I asked, and she nodded, still chewing. “He’s at home. In Texas.”

“Do you miss him?”

I chewed and swallowed my own bite before answering. “Nah. We’ve only been here a few days, and we’ll go back soon.” Assuming I survived my trial. And could stand living on the ranch without Marc…

Kaci shoved the crust from her first piece into her mouth then leaned against the windowsill and popped open her Coke. “So, Jace works for your dad?”

“Yeah, and my father has several more enforcers, including me, though I’m not really on duty at the moment.”

The tabby’s eyebrows rose comically and she swallowed a huge gulp of soda, still staring at me. “Girls can be enforcers?”

I couldn’t help the little tingle of pride that surfaced inside me, in spite of my anger at the establishment that employed me. I was proud of being the only female enforcer, even if I’d been suspended from duty almost as long as I’d actually served. “Not usually, but my father has…
different
ideas than most of the other Alphas.”

“So, can I be an enforcer when I grow up?”

I grinned as she shoved half of the next slice into her mouth at once. “I guess that’s up to your father.”

Kaci froze, her cheeks hollow beneath darkly circled eyes. Then she finished her bite in a hurry and frowned at me. “What does my dad have to do with it?”

Oh, shit
. I’d forgotten about her father. “I just meant…you know…your Alpha.”

“Oh.” She took another bite and chewed in thoughtful silence while I did the same. “Who is my Alpha?”

I choked on my first gulp of Coke, and had to force it down while my nose burned from the little bit that had nearly gotten away. Once I’d recovered, I stared at her in amazement. “You really don’t know anything about us, do you?”

She shook her head solemnly, leaning over her plate.

In spite of what I’d told Jace, until that moment some part of me had been convinced that Kaci knew deep down what we were and how things worked. That she’d suffered some sort of memory loss that would clear up with enough reminders—and time. But one look at her face now, a smear of pizza sauce on her upper lip and incomprehension in the depths of her eyes, told me that she truly knew nothing beyond what she’d learned alone in the woods.

I dropped the uneaten portion of my third slice back onto the plate and sat up straight, meeting her gaze cautiously.
“Kaci, I have to ask you some questions, and some of them might sound pretty strange.”

She cocked her head to one side, just as she’d done in cat form earlier. “Stranger than running around in the forest as a panther, then turning back into a human?”

I grinned wryly. “Okay, you’ve got me there. But you’re not a panther. There isn’t really any such species.”

“There isn’t?” she asked around another bite, and I shook my head, smiling in sympathy with her confusion. “Then what are those black cats at the zoo? And what are we, when we’re not human?”

Damn. I was going to have to start at the very beginning. “If you saw a black cat at the zoo, it was either a jaguar or a leopard with darker-than-normal pigmentation. That’s called melanism. But we’re neither jaguars nor leopards. We’re just…us. Our own species, both human
and
cat, according to Dr. Carver.” I paused, wondering how much she remembered. “The guy you scratched last night? Do you remember him?”

“Yeah. Sorry ’bout that.” She flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. He’s fine. Anyway, Dr. Carver knows this tom from the West Coast Territory who’s a geneticist, and he has these theories about—” I stopped when I realized that if she didn’t know what we were, she would never understand the technical specifics. Hell,
I
didn’t understand the technical specifics. “Never mind.”

Kaci smiled around the bite in her mouth, then washed it down with another swallow from her can. “So, what were you going to ask me?”

Oh, yeah
. “I need to know about your parents. Your whole family, actually.”

As I’d expected, her entire body went stiff, her smile freezing into a parody of joy that looked more like a grimace. “Why?”

“Because you inherited everything you have from them. Genetically speaking.”

Sudden comprehension gleamed in the green-brown of her eyes and her face relaxed. “You mean like how I got my dad’s hair and my mom’s fingers, right?” I nodded, and one corner of her mouth turned up in a sad little grin. “But I didn’t get this from them.” Her arms spread to define “this” as everything around her, and I understood that she meant her cat-self. “They didn’t have this.”

Breath burst from my throat, and only then did I realize I’d been holding it. “Are you sure?” I leaned forward in anticipation, fully aware of how ridiculous it was of me to ask the poor girl if she was certain of her parents’ species. “Your father wasn’t an Alpha, and your mother wasn’t a dam?”

“You asked me that before. What’s a dam?”

“A tabby who’s given birth. A mother cat.” I shook my head, as if to clear it of what was to me an irrelevant question. “What about your brothers? You never saw them Shift, either? Any of them?”

Kaci frowned, her last slice of pizza forgotten on her plate for the moment. “I never had any brothers. Just one big sister.”

My cheeks went cold as blood drained from my face. “You have a
sister?
” The concept was too foreign to wrap my brain around. Sure, my
brothers
had a sister—me, of course. And most other Pride-born toms had a single sister. But I’d never in my life met a
tabby
with a sister, because it typically took a dam so many tries to deliver a tabby that the precious baby girl was her last. Which is why we were all the youngest of several children.

Kaci nodded in answer to my question, her eyes as wide as mine no doubt were. She was plainly amazed by my reaction to what was, for her, a lifelong fact.

“Okay, let me make sure I understand.” I took a deep breath, rubbing the goose bumps that had popped up on my arms at the knowledge that I was
this close
to proving the existence of a female stray. “Your parents were
not
werecats, and
you have no brothers. Your mother actually gave birth to
no boys
. Right?”

She nodded again, clearly astonished by the depth of my incredulity.

“And you have an older sister.”

Pain flashed across her face, deepening the lines around her eyes. “I used to.” Kaci dropped her head, staring at her plate as she poked listlessly at her remaining slice of pizza. “Her name was Charity. She…died.”

Along with their parents—her pain made that obvious. In fact, they’d probably died in the attack that infected the tabby now sitting in front of me. The tabby who had, by some miracle, survived not only that attack, but the intervening weeks on her own, stuck in cat form and untold miles away from home.

“I’m so sorry, Kaci.”

“Me, too.”

We were both quiet for a while after that, as she stared at the busy floral bedsheet, aimlessly tracing a cotton calla lily. Then she picked up her last piece of pizza and bit into it, which I took as a signal that she was ready to continue.

“Kaci, when your family was attacked…were you scratched? Or bitten?”

“Wha?” she asked, still chewing. She swallowed thickly then looked at me in question. “Scratched or bitten by what?”

I set my plate—still half-full of pizza—on top of hers and pushed them both closer to her, gesturing for her to take the rest. She nodded in thanks and picked up another slice. “By one of us. In cat form. Were you scratched or bitten by the cat that killed your family?”

Blatant shock wiped her face clear of any other expression, like wiping chalk from a blackboard, and in her eyes I saw the truth and knew my guess had been a good one. Her family had been killed by a werecat.

Yet still she shook her head in denial. “No. No scratches. No bites.”

I frowned. It was not unusual for a stray to have no memory of the attack that infected him, because the scratch fever that followed typically left him very sick for quite a while. That Kaci had survived scratch fever with no one to care for her was a miracle. Remembering her attack—or her attacker—was too much to ask of the poor girl.

But before I’d covered her with the blanket I’d glimpsed most of her body. I’d seen neither scratch-mark scars, nor any healed bites.

That didn’t necessarily mean anything, though. I, of all people, knew that for a fact. I’d infected Andrew with nothing more than a nibble of his ear. The wound hadn’t been visible at all, and I’d had no idea he’d been infected until months later. Theoretically, the same was possible with Kaci. Except that to my knowledge, no one else had mastered the partial Shift necessary to infect someone while in human form.

And then there was the fact that she was far too young to have such intimate contact with anyone, much less a partially Shifted werecat she hadn’t even known existed.

“Kaci, think very carefully.” I rolled my empty Coke can between my palms, the aluminum now warm from my body heat. “Are you sure you weren’t bitten or scratched? In the shower, did you see any scars or marks you don’t remember getting? Anything you can’t account for?”

“No.” She didn’t even hesitate. “My hips are kind of pointy now, and I could see my ribs. And I have this sore on my hand, which is super-gross.” She held her injured palm out for my inspection. “But that’s it. Everything else is the same, except that my fingernails and toenails are really long.”

I nodded absently, half convinced she had a small set of claw marks on her back, somewhere she couldn’t see or feel.
There was just no other explanation for how she could be one of us, if no one else in her family was.

From the hall came a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped off the bed, startled half out of my wits. I’d been so absorbed by my questions and Kaci’s answers that I hadn’t heard anyone approach.

“Faythe?”

Marc.
My pulse spiked, and I flushed, trying to ignore the curious arc of Kaci’s eyebrows as she watched me.

Marc knocked again. “You ready to go?” He sounded tense, and I glanced at the door in concern.
Of course, he’s worried. He’s just been kicked out by the only family he’s known for the past fifteen years.

“Yeah. Just a minute.” I didn’t bother to shout, because I knew he could hear me. Like the guard in the hall, he’d probably heard everything we’d said for the last several minutes. Hopefully. That way I wouldn’t have to repeat it.

“Who’s that?” Kaci asked, grinning at me around the last slice of pizza as she bit the point from it.

“Marc Ramos.”

“Does he work for your dad, too?”

My eyes closed, denying the tears that threatened to come. “He did.”

“You like him.” Her statement held an odd innocence, like she pictured me and Marc exchanging notes in the hall between homeroom and gym, clearly the extent of her own experience with boys. Kaci’s shy smile and the tone of her voice set me at ease regarding her refusal to deal with the tomcats. If she’d had a recent bad experience with a man, she wouldn’t blush so sweetly as she teased me.

She’d shied away from Dr. Carver and Malone because she didn’t know them. Not because of anything tragic.
Thank goodness.

“Yeah. I like him a lot.” I smiled, seeing no reason to ruin
the girl-to-girl moment with the bleak facts, even if she’d overheard some of them earlier. “Marc and I are going into town to get some stuff for you. Clothes, shoes and other essentials. What size shoes do you wear?” I was sure I could guess her other sizes.

“Five.”

“Thanks. We’ll be back soon. I’ll tell everyone to leave you alone, if you want. But if Dr. Carver comes back in, please be nice to him. He’s the one who treated your hand while you were sleeping, and he may want to check on you, to make sure you’re feeling good. Okay?”

She nodded slowly, and I relaxed a little more. “He’s nice,” I said. “I promise he won’t hurt you.”

“Okay.” Kaci hugged her knees to her chest as I stood and piled the empty soda cans on the stacked plates.

“Thanks for talking to me. When I get back, if you’re feeling up to it, I’d love for you to come down and have dinner with the rest of us.”

“Maybe…” Her gaze followed me as I backed toward the door. “But not that guy who yelled at you. The one who came in while you were gone. I don’t want to eat with him.”

Malone.
“I don’t want to eat with him, either,” I said, and she grinned. I had my free hand on the doorknob by the time I remembered the question I’d forgotten to ask her. “Kaci, where are you from?”

“Cranbrook.” I must have looked confused, because she elaborated to oblige my geographical ignorance. “It’s about an hour from the U.S. border. In southeastern British Columbia.”

Huh.
That was two Canadian strays in as many days.
What are the chances?

But then I realized the chances were far greater in Montana than they would have been back on the ranch. The cabin complex was less than a hundred miles from the Canadian border.

Kaci’s nose wrinkled in concern. “I think I crossed the border illegally. Am I going to be in trouble for that?”

I smiled, amused that she was worried about being deported, with everything else she had on her plate at the moment. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

Marc’s eyes burned into mine as I shut the bedroom door behind me. “They called in backup a couple of hours ago,” he whispered, taking the plates from me as we headed down the hall. “Ethan and Parker, and two more of Malone’s men. Plus, whoever Blackwell’s bringing in to replace Colin.”