Requiem p-2

by Jamie McGuire

  He sighed. “Cynthia’s it is, then.”

  Chapter Nine

  Killing the Messenger

  Nothing goes as planned. People say goodbye. Buildings burn, and the impossibility of moving back in with Cynthia Grey after the age of eighteen can actually happen.

  As I stood before the colossal home my father left to me after his death, I felt a bit nauseous at the prospect of walking its halls everyday again. Some of my best and worst memories happened within those walls: Jack chasing me down the halls, cooking my first meal, my father dying before my eyes, and everything I thought he was slipping away as I read a hidden file on the second floor.

  But it was still home.

  The gravel crunched beneath my feet as Jared walked me up the steps to the front door. The sun had hidden behind the thick clouds that were quickly moving in, and the air smelled like a mixture of winter and spring.

  I took a deep breath and let it out as the wind blew the blonde strands of my hair against my cheek. “I’m going to get unpacked and organized. I have to go into Titan before they think I’ve defected.”

  Jared tossed the keys to Bex. “Update Mom and Claire. I need you back here at six thirty.”

  Bex nodded once. “You got it.”

  The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as we walked in, and Cynthia's heals signaled her approach. She stopped suddenly in the foyer.

  “Oh! You startled me. Really, Nina, you could at least call if you’re going to visit so early.”

  “We’re not visiting. We’re moving in,” I said, making my way up the stairs.

  Cynthia rushed to the first step, looking up at us. “What on earth are you talking about?”

  Jared turned to face her. “Donovan set explosives in the loft. Everything except what’s in our bags is gone.”

  Cynthia paused for a moment, a common tactic of hers to calm her voice before she spoke when she was angry or taken off-guard. “Well. I’m glad Nina’s safe. How long will you be staying?”

  “Indefinitely,” I said.

  I had reached the top before she spoke again.

  “You’re filthy,” she snapped, her heels clicking to the kitchen.

  I smiled. She was always snippy when she didn’t want to show emotion — the soft sort.

  Trying to find a professional ensemble from my high school wardrobe was nothing short of frustrating. It was then that it hit me that all of my belongings were gone. Everything Jared and I had purchased together, the bed we shared…the downstairs tub. Different items in the loft flickered through my mind. It was strange how each of them, however insignificant they used to seem, were attached to a memory.

  Tears pooled in my eyes and escaped down my cheek. I wiped them away and groaned. “I have nothing to wear! What was I thinking buying this crap?” I yelled. “Not a single pair of pumps matches anything in my closet!”

  Jared sat on the end of bed, letting me express my anger and frustration with an understanding expression. After the rage-fueled tirade to find the right pair of shoes, I rode with Jared to Titan Mercantile.

  We didn't speak for most of the trip. Jared kept his eyes on the road, no doubt formulating a plan for the next step in finding the book. I was too tired to initiate conversation, or to try to find out piece by piece what plan of action he was considering.

  “See you soon,” Jared smiled.

  I kissed his cheek, and then stepped out onto the curb, looking back once more before pushing through the entrance doors.

  Beth waited me for me in my office, already organizing my call list in order of importance.

  “And don’t forget the conference with the Japanese firm at nine,” she said, her head down.

  “I’ve told you a million times, Beth. Yawatahama. It’s not that hard if you practice.”

  Beth raised her hands in frustration and then dropped them, letting the papers in her hands slap her thighs. “I sound ridiculous,” she said. “Sasha laughs at me every time I try.”

  “Oh, to hell with Sasha. Ask her to say something German. She sounds like a bloated mule.”

  Beth laughed out loud, surprised at my mood. “You’re not sleeping again, are you?”

  Two quick knocks, and then Grant opened my office door wide, keeping his hand on the knob. “The prodigal daughter returns! How was your trip?”

  “Great, Grant. I’m busy, what do you need?” I said, putting the phone to my ear.

  His expression screwed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “The Bainbridge group will be here in twenty minutes, Nina. Why didn’t you just wear pajamas?”

  From collarbone to scalp, the burn of infuriation ignited my face in what I was sure was a beautiful shade of tomato red. My outstretched arm, with a rigid, pointed finger at the end, silently warned Grant to leave.

  “Back away slowly, Mr. Bristol. No sudden movements,” Beth said.

  Grant nodded, stepping backward until he was out of sight.

  Beth placed a small bag on my desk. “Foundation, blush, mascara and gloss. Get it on. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen.”

  She closed the door softly behind her, and I took a deep breath. Just get through the day, I thought.

  My cell phone rang once. “Not now, Jared,” I said aloud, knowing he could hear. The second ring cut short. “Thank you,” I whispered. I opened the compact from Beth’s bag, and looked at myself in the mirror. “Holy Banshee, Nina! Get yourself together!” I said to myself.

  Sasha stood next to the coffeemaker in the meeting room. “Miss Grey,” she said handing me a fresh, steaming mug.

  “Thanks,” I said, frowning with confusion at her polar disposition. Wondering what she was up to was not on my agenda for the morning, not to mention I didn’t have the time or patience for it. That wouldn’t stop me from finding out, however.

  The meeting went smoothly, and then I returned to my office, opening the door long enough for Beth to follow me through. I turned to see Grant and Sasha just behind her, but I shut the door. “Not now,” I said flatly.

  “Okay, Nina. Totally unprofessional,” Sasha said, half laughing, half surprised.

  Beth watched the door for a moment in shock, and then turned to me. “What the heck’s going on with you?” she asked. “And what’s that smell? Have you been…camping?” she said, sniffing once.

  I puffed, blowing my bangs from my face. “No. The loft is gone. Burned to the ground.”

  “What?” Beth yelped.

  “Keep it down. I don’t need a bunch of sympathetic well wishers in and out of my office all day. Do me a favor?”

  “Sure, Honey, anything.”

  I pulled a black credit card from my purse and handed it to her. “Go shopping for me. I need work clothes mainly, and undergarments, and a new briefcase. Makeup. You know what I use. And,” I looked down, “I want a pair of those,” I said, nodding to her pink satin pumps. Even in my foul mood, I couldn’t stop admiring the black lace collar and bow at the toe.

  Beth smiled. “Yes Ma’am. You need a place to stay?”

  “I’m back at home.”

  “Yikes,” Beth said, her mouth pulling to one side.

  “Tell me about it. And, Beth? If you can find anything to get the smoke out of my hair…get it. I don’t care how much it costs.”

  “Lemon juice,” she said. “Then wash it out with shampoo. That’s what I do after I visit my Uncle.”

  I nodded. “Thanks.”

  Beth shut the door, and then I heard a scuffle.

  “I said no!” Beth said, stumbling back against the door.

  Sasha pushed her way through, and then smiled, smoothing her blazer and hair. “Nina. I need to talk to you.”

  Beth stared at Sasha as if she’d gone insane.

  “Nina,” Sasha said with a smile, breathing hard from her scuffle with Beth. “It will just take a minute.”

  “It’s okay, Beth,” I said, motioning for Sasha to sit.

  Beth narrowed her eyes. “Maybe for you, but if I wasn’t at work I would
have kicked her bony little ass,” she said through her teeth, slamming the door.

  “Well,” Sasha said, settling in the seat. “So much for southerners having manners.

  “Keep in mind Beth holds grudges,” I said, thumbing through papers on my desk.

  “What do you mean? She’s…southern.” She said the word with disdain. I could see in her eyes that at least five generations of Eastern audacity had blinded her to how tacky she sounded.

  I looked up. “Yes, well…they’re polite. That doesn’t mean you can’t make an enemy out of them.”

  “Oh,” Sasha said, looking back to the door nervously. “I…er…Grant wanted me to ask you about the Christmas party.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I have faxes coming out of my ears, and you’re shoving your way into my office to talk about finger foods? Don’t waste my time.”

  “No, no….” she fidgeted. “I wanted your permission to chair it this year. I was hoping we could make it into more of a ball.”

  “A ball,” I deadpanned.

  Sasha smiled widely. “Yes.”

  I waved her away. “Check with Jessica on the second floor about the budget. Stay within parameters, and personally, Sasha, I couldn’t care less.”

  Sasha’s strained smile barely lasted until she reached the hall.

  The rest of the day passed without event, or maybe it was because no one dared to approach with me with anything less urgent than my office being on fire. The consequential spunk the insufficient sleep had graced me with was working. I hadn’t enjoyed Titan that much since I moved into Jack’s office.

  By the time five o'clock rolled around, I trudged to the elevator and welcomed Jared’s arm when he offered it. The sluggish, heavy feeling over my body was familiar. I was reverting back to my former zombie days.

  “No, you’re getting sleep tonight. Bex will be there at seven.”

  I wondered if I’d said anything aloud, but didn’t have enough energy to ask. Just sitting in the passenger seat, watching trees and pedestrians move past my window was exhausting. If I was coherent, I would feel ridiculous for the permanent shocked expression on my face as I tried to keep both upper lids away from the lowers by pushing my eyebrows as high as they would go — but I wasn’t.

  Jared wrapped his arm around my waist, leading me into the house. When the old, heavy door closed behind us, Jared stopped.

  “Nina,” Cynthia called, appearing from the hallway. “You have a guest waiting for you in the Great Room.”

  I puffed.

  “Let me take your things, Love,” Agatha said, pulling my make-shift brief case from my hand.

  “Thank you,” I mumbled. I walked down the main hall, into the Great Room, blinking to focus once I recognized that it was Kim sitting alone on our large, green sofa. She sat on the edge of her seat; her hands balled tightly together atop her knees. I sat across from her in my mother’s favorite Italian occasional chair.

  It was then that I noticed Jared hadn’t joined us, but had gone upstairs to prepare for a night away, instead.

  “Kim,” I said, blinking slowly.

  “Looks like you need a nap,” she said.

  “Nightmares.”

  Kim looked to the floor, nodding. “Nigh, you don’t get to hate me. I would understand if the demonic voodoo stuff gave you the heebie-jeebies, but you’re just mad because you think I lied to you.”

  The rankling produced a second wind. “You did lie to me. I don’t even know you.”

  Her head popped up. “And I know you? Jared’s half-angel, and you’re not exactly your run-of-the-mill Brown co-ed yourself, Miss Merovingian. Have they told you what that means?”

  “They told me,” I grumbled.

  “So, I just came to tell you that we’re still friends. And you can like it, and let me piss you off like I used to without worrying if you’re really pissed. Got it?”

  “Whatever, I’m pooped,” I said, pushing myself from the chair.

  “Really? We’re good?” she asked.

  I turned, and seeing her expectant eyes, I smiled. “Yeah, Kim. We’re good.”

  Kim stood, and then held out both of her arms, jutting her lip out. “Hugs?”

  “Quit it.”

  She let her hands fall to her thighs with a slap. “Well, thought I’d try.”

  I walked her to the door, and she leaned close to my ear. “I’m going with Jared tonight. I’ll try not to make out with him while we’re hunting down your book.”

  “You’re a good friend,” I said.

  “Kiss noise,” Kim said, jogging down the drive to her Sentra. How had I missed that horrid thing? I was more tired than I thought.

  Jared met me at the bottom of the staircase. He held my arm for a few steps, and then gave up, lifting me in his arms, and carrying me up the stairs.

  “Shower,” I said.

  Jared lowered me to the overstuffed mattress in my room. “In the morning. Bex is here. Sleep.”

  I'm not sure when I fell asleep, or how long Jared stayed, because I was unconscious the moment my head hit the pillow. The nightmares stayed away, even after my previous nightmare of Shax being in that very room. I was so tired, and slept so hard, that I didn’t dream at all.

  I peeled my eyes open to see Bex standing at the end of the bed. “Just so you know, that’s creepy,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

  “Not as scary as your hair,” he frowned.

  “Wow, you’re grumpy this morning.”

  “Cynthia doesn’t trust me in the kitchen.”

  Three knocks at the door, and Cynthia backed in to my room, a tray in her hands. “Good morning. I thought I would bring you breakfast.”

  “Does Agatha have the day off?” I asked.

  “No, she’s downstairs. Why?” Cynthia asked.

  I watched my mother for a moment in disbelief, and then shook my head. “Nothing. Thank you.”

  Cynthia left as quickly as she came in. “Mind the coffee, Dear, it’s hot,” she called back as her heels clicked down the hall.

  Bex’s eyebrows were nearly touching as his frown deepened. He had never been to my parents’ home, to my knowledge, and he wasn’t enjoying it at all.

  “She warms up,” I said.

  “That’s not what I’ve heard,” he grumbled.

  “I’m going to hop in the shower. Has Jared called?”

  “No,” he said, picking up the remote control, switching on the television. “But he’s on his way.”

  I thought about that for a moment, and decided I already knew the answer. They could sense each other, and Bex was the most in-tune out of the three Hybrid siblings.

  My morning routine finished without event, including Jared's return home. “I thought you said he was coming,” I said, tightening my robe.

  “He is,” Bex said, his eyes stationary on the screen.

  “Nina, Love?” Agatha called from the hall.

  “Yes?” I said, opening the door. Agatha was holding several bags, and Beth stood behind her, her arms full of bags as well.

  “You said you lost everything,” Beth said, brushing past me to the closet. She disappeared into my walk in, hanging the plastic-covered clothing on the nearly-empty iron rods.

  I opened the door, watching her pull shoes boxes from one of the large sacks. Once she was finished, she looked at her watch. “Crap! I gotta go.”

  “Beth.”

  “Yes?” she said, whipping around.

  “Thank you.”

  She smiled. “Don’t thank me. That was so fun. I think I went a little overboard.”

  She waved, and then rushed back the way she came, her legs moving a thousand miles per hour. I shut the closet door behind me, and pulled the first outfit I touched off its hanger. When I walked out into the bedroom, I froze in my tracks.

  Jared stood in the center of my room, covered in dirt, blood, and his was face scraped and blotchy.

  “Oh my…oh my God!” I yelled, rushing over to him. “What happened?”


  Kim walked in behind Jared, untouched. “I told him not to go without me, but he’s faster than I am.”

  I touched Jared’s face. “What did you do?”

  He grimaced. “The book was in my hand. I had it.”

  “Where were you?” I said, helping him pull off his jacket. He was stiff, and cringed with pain.

  Kim’s usually stoic expression twisted as she watched me pull his t-shirt up and over his head. “Warwick,” she said. “We got the book, but Donovan was there.”

  Six raw, bloody and swollen bullet holes dotted different areas of Jared’s torso, accompanied by a large gash along his shoulder blade.

  “Jared!” I screamed.

  Bex left without a word.

  “Where are you going?” I called after him.

  “He’s going to find something to pull the fragments out.”

  I helped him to the bed, and then took a deep breath. It didn’t help. Tears welled up in my eyes. “You’re going to be okay, right?”

  Jared managed a smile. “Yes. I’ll be good as new this time tomorrow.”

  Bex returned with a towel full of different items. “Isaac too much for you, huh?”

  “Isaac.” Jared scoffed, rolling his eyes. Donovan and his Glock. And I plowed through approximately eighty demons before I got to them.”

  “If you would have waited for me to catch up with you, you wouldn’t have had to waste your time with them,” Kim snapped. She looked to me, “The second he learned the location of the book, he took off. I was twenty minutes behind him.”

  I glared at Jared. “That’s not like you to be so impulsive and reckless. What were you thinking?”

  Jared sighed. “That I wanted this to end.”

  Jared cringed, and then I heard a plink from behind him as Bex dropped bullet remnants into a bowl.

  “I can’t watch,” I said, covering my eyes.

  “You can’t go anywhere until we’re finished here. Then I’ll take you to work,” Bex said, pulling out another bullet.

  “Watch the blood. Don’t get any on her sheets,” Jared said, cringing again.

  “I’ll get new sheets,” I moaned. I took Jared’s hand in both of mine.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll try again.”