The Calling dr-2

by Kelley Armstrong

  He’d blame himself, wonder what he’d done to encourage Nicole, when the truth was that he hadn’t encouraged her. Just being himself was enough. Nicole fell for Daniel for the same reasons almost every girl at Salmon Creek had, at one time or another. He wasn’t hard to look at—wavy blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, gorgeous smile… It was the smile that did it the most, because it wasn’t calculated or flirtatious—it was open and it was friendly and it told you this was, as Sam said, a good guy. A really good guy. That’s why girls fell for Daniel. He could no more stop that than he could stop the sun from coming up.

  So what did he get for being a decent guy? An obsessed classmate who’d apparently killed his girlfriend, and was trying to do the same to his best friend because now she’d decided I was the one keeping them apart.

  Well, unless we encountered Nicole again, he wasn’t going to find out about that. The obsessed classmate would remain a tragically kidnapped friend. The dead girlfriend would remain the victim of a freak accident no one could have foreseen. And the best friend had just panicked or been attacked by some underwater creature.

  We reached an outcropping of rock far enough from the others that we could talk without disturbing them. We stretched out on our backs. Kenjii nestled down by our feet.

  For a few minutes we lay in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm fall night and the star-dotted sky.

  “I’m sorry about Nicole,” he said finally.

  That startled me so much I pushed up onto my elbows.

  “Were you drifting off?”

  “No. Just—You mean about leaving her behind? Don’t be sorry.”

  Really, don’t be sorry.

  “You were right,” I continued. “I was acting on emotion; you were using your head. I’m sure she’s on the mainland by now. A long way from here.” At least, I hope she is.

  “I feel awful about leaving her behind.”

  “Of course you do. But it was the right choice.”

  “I’m really glad she’s alive.” He looked over. “That was great news. I was worried about you. Losing Rafe, and then Nicole, after you guys started being friends, and I know you weren’t over losing Serena yet.” He paused and cleared his throat. “Well, obviously. I just mean…”

  “I know.” I tried to see his expression in the moonlight, but he was looking at the sky again. Thinking about Serena. After a moment, I slid my hand over his. “I know you’re not over her either.”

  “Right.”

  The word came out thick and he turned his face a little farther to the other side. I sat up, cross-legged. When he didn’t move, I touched his shoulder.

  “Anytime you want to talk—”

  He sat up so fast I nearly toppled off the rock. He didn’t seem to notice. He sat down again on the other side, looking the other way, feet dangling over the edge, his shoulders set.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just never know whether you want to talk or don’t want to—”

  “I was going to break up with her.”

  He blurted it so fast, I wasn’t sure I understood. I lowered myself to sit cross-legged beside him.

  “You were…”

  “I was going to break up with Serena. End it. Dump her. Right before she died.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh.” A sardonic twist of his lips. He went to stand. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have—”

  I caught his hand. “Don’t. You want to talk about this, right?”

  He hesitated. Then another humorless smile. “I’m not sure talk is the right word. More like confess.”

  “So what happened?” I asked. “She hadn’t mentioned a fight or anything.”

  “Because there wasn’t one. Because nothing happened. Nothing went wrong. It just—” He took a deep breath, then let it out, cheeks puffing. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted, then took another breath. “We were doing fine. But it wasn’t … going anywhere. When she first asked me to that dance, I didn’t feel right saying no. She was a friend and—”

  He swallowed. Rubbed his neck again. Looked around. Then he motioned at the rock. “Can we lie down again? I think I’ll do this better…”

  “If you’re talking to the sky?”

  A half laugh, half snort. “Yeah. Lame, I know, but—”

  I stretched out on my back. He did the same.

  “So you went to the dance…” I prompted.

  “Right. And it was fine. I liked Serena. She was fun to be around, and easy to get along with and … well, you know. There was no reason not to go out with her, since that’s what she wanted and…” He paused. “But that’s not really a good enough reason to go out with someone either. I started figuring that out. Mostly because of the summer boys.”

  “Her flirting with them? She—”

  “She didn’t mean anything by it, I know. And I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t the least bit jealous or insulted and I started to realize that I should be. Even if I trusted her, I should have felt something when she flirted with other guys. Instead, I’d almost hope…”

  He rubbed his mouth. Blurted the words again. “I almost hoped she’d meet someone else. I played the whole thing out in my head. I’d tell her it was okay, and we could still be friends. That’s when I realized I wasn’t being fair, letting her think things were fine and keeping her from finding someone else. I had to end it.”

  I nodded.

  “Only doing it wasn’t easy. I was close, really close when…”

  “She drowned.”

  He nodded.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “That must have been—”

  “Hell.” He spat the word. “It was hell. I felt like the biggest phony ever. The grieving boyfriend who hadn’t even wanted to be her boyfriend anymore.”

  He sat up then. After a moment, he looked at me.

  “I did grieve. I missed her. I really did.”

  “Like me. A grieving friend.”

  He nodded. “Only no one would let me be that. It felt like everyone wanted me to be heartbroken, and when I wasn’t…”

  “You felt guilty.”

  “It was like they went back and rewrote our history. Sure, we’d been going out for almost a year, but it … it wasn’t serious, you know? Not like Brooke and Alan, crazy about each other, can’t keep their hands off each other, and everyone knows they’re going to get married and grow old together. With Seri and me, it was more like you and your summer boys. Just fun. No one expected it to be a forever thing. Then she died, and it was as if … as if people wanted it to be more. More tragic. More romantic.”

  “I don’t think they meant that,” I said. “If I ever made you feel—”

  “You didn’t. With you, I could just be the guy who lost a good friend. Until…”

  “Until I started worrying about you not dating. Started thinking you and Serena had been more serious than I realized.”

  “All I had to do was tell you the truth. Only I couldn’t. At first, it felt like I’d be dumping on you for no reason. By the time you started worrying about me, it was too late. I couldn’t figure out how to say it.”

  “Kind of like me and this skin-walker business?”

  A faint smile. “I guess so.”

  “I wish you’d told me.”

  He met my gaze then. “So do I.”

  I paused, then said, “She was happy. Serena. If you had broken it off, she’d have understood. She was—” Crazy about you. I couldn’t say that, of course. It wouldn’t make this easier. “That last year… She was really happy.”

  “Good.”

  More silence. Less comfortable now. I glanced over at him. Time to change the subject.

  “So, you were going to tell me about your powers. Still up for it?”

  “If you are.”

  “Definitely.”

  Daniel said he first noticed changes in the boxing ring—getting faster and sharper, sensing blows before he even saw them coming. The persuasion, too. He’d always found it easy to persuade people to listen
to him. Simple skills like paying attention, looking them in the eye and being firm when he spoke. Lately, though, it seemed … too easy. Like with the tattoo artist’s aunt—he’d been able to get her to talk after she refused to.

  “You gotta admit, that’s one sweet power,” I said.

  “You think so?”

  “Um, yeah. Duh.”

  He glanced over. “Well, I think being able to change into a cougar is cool, which you obviously aren’t so sure of. Maybe we can switch.”

  I laughed. “I wish. Shape-shifting will probably be cool, eventually, but changing from human to cat? I don’t think that’s going to tickle. Persuasion, though? I don’t see the downside.”

  “No? So if I have this power, how do I know why people agree with me? Was I right when I persuaded the others not to go back for Nicole? Or did Hayley and Sam just agree because of my power?”

  “No, you were right. And even if you did use your mojo, it obviously didn’t work on me.”

  “That’s good.” He looked at me. “If I do have this power, I hope it never works on you. I wouldn’t want that.”

  “Don’t worry. You can count on me to keep telling you you’re full of crap. And in this case, I’m not sure it was working on anyone. Corey stayed undecided. I think you have to switch it on, like you do sometimes.”

  He nodded.

  Another quiet moment. Then, “So you can tell when I switch it on?”

  “I can.”

  “Good. If I ever do it with you, accidentally, stop me, okay?”

  “You think I wouldn’t?” I knocked his shoulder. “Believe me, you are not using any of that mojo on me. Ever. You want to convince me of anything, you gotta be you.”

  “Good.” He caught my gaze and held it for a moment, then looked away quickly and said again, “Good. Still up for talking about your powers? What you’ve been feeling?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Unfortunately, any discussion of my powers led to thoughts of shape-shifting, which led to thoughts of Annie, which led to worry. Worry? Hell, no. Let’s call it what it really was. Outright panic. If I even started thinking of it, my heart pounded and my mouth went dry.

  When I tried to skate over the subject, Daniel brought me back, and we hashed it out. Turning out like Annie wasn’t a certainty—she was the only subject we knew who’d begun to shift. Growing up in a medical research town meant we knew all about side effects and outliers. Her case might be a one-off.

  And if it wasn’t? Then we knew where to find the scientists who’d done this to us. We didn’t trust them. We didn’t want anything to do with them. Still…

  “If that happens to you, we’re getting their help,” Daniel said.

  “But—”

  He put his hand over my mouth. “No buts. If it happens to you, we go to them. We’ll force them to fix you on our terms.” A wry smile. “I can make people do things, remember?”

  I was sure it wouldn’t be that easy. But having him say it? Be willing to take that risk for me? It meant a lot.

  We talked until … well, until we weren’t talking anymore. I suppose I fell asleep first. I dreamed of Rafe. I dreamed he was out there, in the forest, lost and hurt and calling me. Needing me. This time, though, I didn’t bolt awake thinking it was real. Maybe I was just too tired. Or maybe, finally, I knew it wasn’t real, couldn’t be real, however much I ached to believe it.

  Next thing I knew, I was waking to Kenjii licking my face and Corey saying, “Now this is when I really need a camera.”

  I’m sure that when I fell asleep, I’d been lying on my back, looking up at the sky as I talked to Daniel. But when I woke up, I was on my side, nestled with my back against him, his arm over me. I jumped up so fast I kicked him in the shins and he let out an “Oomph.”

  Corey’s laugh rang out through the silent forest. “Oh, come on. You guys looked so cute.”

  “Cold,” I muttered. “It got cold.”

  “Then let’s hit the trail and warm up,” Corey said.

  EIGHTEEN

  AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR of walking, I started thinking maybe I’d cuddle up with Daniel again, just to make Corey laugh. The morning had started on a light note, but it darkened fast. The sky darkened too. We’d escaped the threat of rain on our first night, but now the black clouds gathering overhead said it had only been a temporary reprieve.

  The rain began as a light drizzle. Being part cat, I’m not keen on rain, but I’ve always liked a light one, especially on a hot summer’s day, tramping through the woods or rock climbing, enjoying the cool mist on my face, the sweet fresh smell of it, the inevitable rainbow afterward. But this wasn’t a refreshing mist on a hot summer’s day. It was an icy drizzle that slid down the backs of our necks and plopped off the end of branches and froze our ears and soaked our shoes.

  “Can we stop?” Hayley asked.

  “If I see a sheltered spot, we’ll hole up for a while.”

  “Can we look for one? I have a blister—”

  “We all have blisters,” Sam said.

  “We need to keep going,” Daniel said. “We lost a lot of time yesterday.”

  “What? Are we on a schedule?” Hayley said. “Is there a bus waiting to pick us up somewhere?” She sighed, then said, “I hate complaining.”

  “So don’t do it,” Sam said.

  Hayley glowered at her. “You think I like being the whiner? If Nicole was here, she’d be complaining just as much. We’re tired and wet and miserable, but I’m stuck being the one who says it while everyone else just hopes I whine loud enough so we all get to stop and rest. Maya and Daniel can’t complain. They need to set an example. Unless Corey’s in enough pain that he snaps again, he’s going to tough it out. And Sam? Well, she’s not even human, so she doesn’t count.”

  “Excuse me?” Sam said.

  “Face it, you’re not one of those bendo-things. You’re a robot. A cyborg. Probably an evil one, programmed to murder us all in our sleep.”

  Corey snickered.

  “Yeah?” Sam lifted a fist to Hayley. “You want to try that one again, blondie?”

  Hayley looked at Daniel and me. “I rest my case.”

  “Hayley’s right,” I said. “About the complaining part. We’re not on a schedule and the harder we push, the more exhausted we’ll get.” I waved to the west. “The redwoods seem to thin over there. We might find a grove of ferns for some shelter.”

  We tramped over, and as we stepped from the thick trees, we all stopped and stared. Then Corey raced forward, arms raised.

  “It’s a road. Oh my God. A road!” He dropped to his knees by the roadside. “Oww.”

  Daniel helped him back to his feet.

  “The knee is good,” I said. “But the knee is not completely healed. Be careful.”

  “It’s a road,” Corey said, pointing.

  “A dirt road,” Hayley muttered.

  “So? We’ve been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?”

  “That’d be nice.”

  “Yeah, until you raced out, screaming for help, and got mowed down by a logging truck.” He walked into the middle and turned, waving his arms. “It’s a road!”

  I patted his back. “It’s a lovely road. Now, which way do we go?”

  Corey looked one way, the brown ribbon extending into emptiness. He looked the other way, saw the same thing and his shoulders slumped.

  “Damn.”

  Yes, finding a road did not mean finding civilization. Not right away. But at least it was a two-lane road, which was better than stumbling over one of the many dirt tracks leading into the bush … and nowhere else.

  And, like I said, on Vancouver Island, if you want people, your best bet is always to head south. So that’s what we did.

  The road wasn’t as promising as we might have wanted. It was overgrown at the edges, and no hydro poles meant no nearby homes or cabins. But it smelled of diesel, and had tire tracks, so we knew it was still in use. At least no one w
as complaining anymore, and after a few minutes, the rain stopped.

  We’d gone about five kilometers when we rounded a bend to see a tiny roadside store with a gas bar.

  “Yes!” Corey said, pumping the air. “We are now, officially, rescued.”

  “You think?” Hayley said. “I’m not seeing any vehicles.”

  “Because it’s out in the middle of freaking nowhere. They’re probably lucky if they get three cars a day.”

  “No, I mean transportation for the person running the place.”

  Corey peered at the empty lot surrounding the small building. “Oh.”

  The shack had one gas pump out front, and a diesel one around the side. The lack of a vehicle meant that unless there was a house nearby, no one was manning the place.

  “But it should have a phone,” I said. “Or maps to show us where we are. Also, there must be cottages nearby if there’s a gas bar.”

  “Ha!” Corey said, spinning and pointing at Hayley. “Ha!”

  He took off at a lope. We followed.

  Corey stopped a few feet from the door. “Open weekends after Labor Day,” he called. “What’s today?”

  “Not the weekend,” I called back.

  Corey walked to the barred window, then turned to us. “The window’s filthy. I can’t see anything.”

  “How about we try the door?” Sam said.

  She was walking toward it when Hayley grabbed her arm and pointed to a window sign warning that the place was armed with security alarms and cameras.

  “Um, yeah,” Corey said. “Which will bring the local cops. If we’re lucky.”

  “At this point, I’ll take any ride out of here,” I said. “Even handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser.”

  NINETEEN

  THE FRONT DOOR WAS unlocked. A bell jangled as Daniel and Corey walked in, Hayley and Sam following. I took Kenjii under a tree and told her to stay. As well trained as she was, I knew she was very hungry, and the smell of food might prove too much temptation.

  “Hello?” Corey was calling as I went inside.