Chapter Ten
POETRY AND HOLDING HANDS
Lend was lying on his bed with his back to the door when I got there. It must have been dead dull for him, trapped in here. I thought about letting him nap but figured he probably wouldn't want to. I tossed the pair of basketball shorts at his head. It would be nice to look at him without having to worry about seeing through his projected clothes.
He sat up, startled. Then, seeing me, he grinned. He was wearing the cute black guy again today. I liked this one's smile, but underneath Lend's smile was just as nice. “Hey,” he said. “Took you long enough. ”
I sighed, feigning nonchalance. “Some of us have a life, you know. ”
“Yeah, I remember what that was like. ” He pulled the shorts on underneath the covers. “Weird to have real clothes again. ”
“Aren't you freezing?”
He gave me a funny look. “It's not cold in here. ”
“You're crazy. ”
Pulling off the covers, he stood up. I laughed; the shorts were hanging over a pair of khaki pants. The pants dissolved, leaving a great set of legs.
“So, have you been practicing?”
I sat on his bed. “Yeah, but I'm still not that good. ” I handed him the sketchbook. He flipped through it, nodding.
“No, these are a lot better. And you're really good with color. ”
I beamed. He passed the sketchbook back to me and our hands brushed. I smiled and shook my head. “So weird. ”
“What?”
“I just--I don't know, I always expect you to feel like water or something. The first time I touched you to put on the ankle tracker, I was worried my hand would go right through you. ”
He laughed. “Nope. ”
“I thought it would be like putting my hand in cold water. But you're really warm. ”
He put his hand on top of mine. My heart did a happy jump inside my chest. “Your hands are freezing. ”
“See? Cold in here. Told you. ” I couldn't help but frown a little when he moved his hand away.
“How was your week?” he asked.
“Pretty boring. Probably not as boring as yours, though. ”
“Probably not. ”
“What are they even doing with you? Are they going to just keep you in here forever?”
“Hopefully not. I've got some things I need to be doing. They've run tests on me, but I'm afraid I wasn't very cooperative. And Raquel's been to talk to me, trying to figure out where I came from and why I was going through her stuff. ”
“I'm a little curious about that as well. ”
He smiled. “I'll bet. Of course, it's your fault I'm stuck in this room in the first place. ”
I had to admit he was right. Actually, I didn't have to. “No, it's your own fault your plan was so crappy a helpless teenage girl caught you. ”
“Helpless? Hardly. I seem to recall being electrocuted. ”
“Oh, yeah, there was that. ”
“You're not wearing your Taser today. You didn't last time, either. ” He looked at me thoughtfully.
“Planning something?” I wasn't nervous. Well, maybe a little, now that he said that.
“Nope, not at all. I'm glad you trust me. ”
“Once again, how much threat can a guy be whose grand plan for breaking into the Center included punching people and running?”
He put a hand on his chest. “Ouch. You're right, though, I didn't have any idea what I was doing. It was pretty desperate. ”
“That's all right. We all do stupid things. Last week I was following a vamp and burst into a room that I hadn't checked out first. Turns out there were a whole bunch more. I nearly got killed. ”
“How did you get out?”
“Reth. ” I frowned.
“Who's Reth?”
“It's a long story. ”
Lend leaned back. “I've got nothing but time. ”
My shoulders sagged under the weight of memory as I thought of how wonderful Reth had made my life--for a while, at least. “When I started here, I thought faeries were angels. They were so beautiful and mysterious. Then Reth came when I was about fourteen. At first he was like all the others--cold and distant. But when he found out what I could do, he started talking to me, taking an interest. Not only was he one of the only guys--well, I guess males--around, but he was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. Pretty soon he was coming by my unit, telling me stories, listening to me. When we talked he held my hand and it was like he was warming me from the outside in. I lived for the times I got to see him, and he told me about how he was going to take me away to his dreamland. What lonely girl doesn't want to hear that?”
Lend frowned, looking bothered. “So, were you guys, like, dating?”
I sighed, heartsick remembering how much I had loved Reth, depended on him. Life had been easier then. "Not like dating dating. I mean, we didn't kiss or anything normal. Anyway, every time he held my hand I got warmer, faster. He'd come and take me in the middle of the night, dance with me until I swear we both glowed. I thought he was perfect. Sometimes when he held me, my heart would be so warm it felt like I would burst.
“Then one day I went on a simple retrieval, just a werewolf. Those are pretty easy--the people are so freaked out they're relieved to have someone explain things. I guess this guy had been a werewolf for a couple of years and he actually liked it. So when I found him and told him he was under arrest, he got really angry and hit me. Before I knew what was happening Reth was there. His face--it was pure fury. There was nothing human there. He put his hand out and the werewolf flew back into a tree. Then Reth was muttering and the tree started shaking and cracking, growing out and--the werewolf was--It crushed him alive,” I finished hurriedly, trying to get the image and the screams out of my head. “As much as I still loved Reth, it scared me so bad that I wouldn't talk to him or see him for a month. The heat faded, and I could finally see things clearly. I don't know what he was doing--Raquel thinks it wasn't even real. ” I scowled. “So now every time he sees me, he tries to touch me and I can feel the heat spreading again, trying to get to my heart. ”
Lend was quiet for a while. “Why don't they just send him away?”
“IPCA is too dependent on faerie magic. They think because they know a faerie's name they can control him, so they don't care. They don't know how stupid they're being. ”
“IPCA doesn't know a lot of things. ”
“Yeah. ” I frowned, trying to get the memory of Reth's warmth out of my head. “So, your turn. What did you do out there? Do you have a family? Did you go to school? Where do you live? Have you always been like this?” All the questions I had been saving up for him spilled out. Except if he had a girlfriend. I managed to keep that one inside.
He just laughed. “I think, considering Raquel has decided to join us, we'll have to talk about those things another time. ”
I looked up. Raquel stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and looking like she could spit fire. “Oh, bleep,” I muttered. Then, smiling, I waved. “Hey, Raquel. What's up? Did you change your mind about the movie?”
“What are you doing here?”
“You know, just hanging out. Lend's been teaching me how to draw. ”
“Get up and move away from him, now. ”
“Oh, relax. ” I waved my hand dismissively. “If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he's been a perfect gentleman. ”
“Evie. ” Her voice was dangerous now. She meant business. I went to stand, but Lend took my hand.
“You want answers?” he said to Raquel. “Let her hang out with me and I'll tell you why I came. ”
Raquel looked from me to him. She had this strange expression on her face, calculating but almost sad. I could tell she was desperate for answers, but there was something more. I didn't know what. Finally, shaking her head, she sighed. It was a sigh I rarely heard from her--the
sigh of defeat. I couldn't believe it.
“Fine,” she said.
Lend let go of my hand. “How many dead paranormals did you find this week?”
Raquel looked surprised, then suspicious. “Paranormals don't die very often. What makes you think we found any?”
He rolled his eyes. “How many?”
She paused, then said, “Thirty. ”
“Wait, what? Seriously?” I couldn't believe it. Thirty dead paranormals? That just didn't happen. We'd lose five, maybe ten a year. And most of those were vamps that activated their ankle trackers' holy water function.
“You're missing a lot then,” Lend said. “I'd guess it was probably closer to fifty, if the numbers are holding steady. ”
“Where are you getting this information?”
“Do you really think IPCA is the only group that keeps track?”
Raquel looked triumphant, sure she was finally going to figure Lend out. “What is your group?”
Lend shook his head. “I'm not stupid. We're not interested in being tagged. We're also not interested in being slaughtered. ”
“Where are you getting your information?” she repeated.
“A banshee. She said--”
“You know a banshee? Where?” Her eyes were practically bugging out of her head now.
“Please stop interrupting. She told me that the answer was with IPCA, and then spouted off a strange poem. ”
Raquel waited expectantly. “Well?”
Lend turned and looked at me. “Evie, you wanna start it?”
“What?” I was completely confused.
“'Eyes like streams of melting snow,'” he said softly.
That's what I'd said to him when he was first trying to figure out my eye color. No wonder I had terrified him. I had forgotten about it until now--but how did he know what I'd heard in a dream? “What are you talking about? I--I don't even know what that means. ”
“What was the rest of it?” Raquel asked, impatient.
He turned to her. “I'll tell you when you let me go. ”
“We're not letting you go. For all I know, your group is behind the attacks. Maybe you broke in to find our tracking records for more victims. ”
“I'd say whatever this thing is, it's doing just fine on its own. ”
“Why did you break in, then?”
“I already told you. The banshee said the answer was here. I thought maybe you had info on it, had figured out a pattern or something. That's what I was looking for. Obviously I was on the wrong track, since it seems you know even less than we do. ”
Raquel was seriously pissed. I'd never seen anyone who could push her buttons as well as Lend. “When you're ready to give me anything useful, let me know. Evie, let's go. ”
“I think I'll stay here for a while. ” Oh, baby, that was the wrong answer.
Her mouth barely moved as she snapped one word: “Now. ”
“I guess I'll see you later, Lend. ” Leaving the drawing stuff with him, I followed Raquel out, turning to give him a sheepish grin.
“I can't--Why you were--You could have--” Raquel stopped, taking a deep breath. “I'm very disappointed in you. ”
I rolled my eyes, walking next to her down the hall. “Yeah, well, maybe if I actually had a life or some friends I wouldn't have to hang out with the prisoners. But as it is, he's very nice, and I think if you were nice to him, you might have learned something by now. ”
“You don't understand how this works. ”
“No, I don't, because you don't tell me anything! What's up with all the dead paranormals?”
Raquel rubbed her forehead wearily. “I don't know. The vampires last week, and there have been several more the last few days. Either we haven't been picking up on it, or it's getting worse. ”
“What are you gonna do?”
“We've got research and analysis working on it, but we haven't been very lucky coming up with answers lately. Like your friend in there--we have no idea what he is or where he came from. ”
“Kinda like me?”
She gave me a sharp look that softened quickly. “You're a very different case. ”
“Yeah. Okay. ” I wanted to add a whatever, but knew it would push her over the edge. “Oh, did you figure out a new command for Reth? I'm tired of sleeping with weights on my bed. ”
“You're sleeping with weights on your bed?”
“Gotta stay safe somehow. ”
She heaved an I can't deal with this right now sigh. “You know that the faeries can't take you. They're all strictly prohibited from kidnapping. ”
“Someone should tell Reth. Besides, it's not the kidnapping, it's what he does to--”
“Enough, Evie. Maybe hanging out with Lend isn't such a bad thing if it will get you off this obsession you have with the faerie. ”
I stopped in my tracks. She kept walking for a few steps before she noticed. “My obsession with him? Why won't you believe me about this? I thought you cared about me!” Angry tears stung my eyes, and I closed my them before I could say anything else. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. “Whatever. I'm going back to my room. ”
“Just be sure and tell me before you go and see Lend again. ”
“Sure, because we're big on trust here, right?” Before she could answer I turned and walked off.
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