"Relationship?" Chloe looked from me to the now-empty doorway. "You and Rafe? Oh, I thought . . ." She trailed off and shook her head. "Never mind. So you were saying--"
"I thought you were with Daniel," Derek cut in.
Chloe gave him a look as I inwardly flinched.
"We're just really good friends," I said. "We all grew up together. Well, the Salmon Creek subjects, anyway."
"That must have been nice," Chloe said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "Not the experiment part, of course, but . . ."
"We didn't know about the experiment. It was just a really good life. They made it that way--we know that now. But even without all the extras, it was a great way to grow up." I turned back to the window as my eyes prickled with tears. "It could drive you nuts, being with the same kids all the time, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything. Except . . ." I shrugged, still looking out. "They made a mistake not telling us. If we'd grown up with it, things might have been different."
"Us, too," Chloe murmured. "I'm not sure it would have fixed all our problems, but I wish I'd known. So all you guys grew up together, then. Well, except Rafe and Ash."
I nodded. "Speaking of my brother, I should probably check on him. Have either of you seen him?"
They shook their heads. I said I should go find him and I'd see them in the morning.
FORTY-ONE
AS I PASSED THE kitchen, I heard someone. I poked my head in. Corey was opening a can of pop with one hand and balancing a slice of cold pizza on the other.
"Hey," he said. "Just in time to keep me from eating alone."
"No, I'm not hungry," I said, and started to withdraw.
He came over before I could disappear. "Did you find Daniel? He was looking for you."
I muttered that I hadn't seen him and, again, tried to leave. This time Corey swung into my path.
"Okay, what'd I do?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just tired."
"Uh-uh. I suspected I was getting the cold shoulder earlier, but with everything going on, I wasn't sure. Now I'm sure. You're giving me the look."
"What look?"
"The Maya's-pissed-with-Corey look. Fifty percent disappointment, thirty percent disapproval, twenty percent exasperation. I've done something you're not happy about."
I hesitated, then blurted, "Rafe told me what you said about Daniel."
He frowned. "You're going to need to be a little more specific."
"In Salmon Creek, when Rafe and I started getting together. You told him to back off because Daniel . . ." I glanced at the open door and lowered my voice. "Because Daniel likes me."
He swore, then dropped his pizza on the counter and started for the door. "I'm going to kill him."
I caught the back of his shirt, reached past him, and closed the door.
Corey turned. "Rafe should not have told you that. He had no right. What the hell was he thinking?"
"So it's true? What you said?"
His face went still for a moment, then he looked down at me. "Do you need to ask that? Really, Maya?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but it felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I gasped for air. Corey swore, grabbed my arm, and steered me to a chair. Then he pushed me down into it and crouched, face lowering to mine.
"Breathe, Maya," he said. "Just breathe."
I scowled as I found my voice. "I'm not--"
"Oh, yes you are. You look ready to pass out. Apparently it is a surprise." He swore some more, then shook his head. "What a mess. Of all the crappy timing . . . I'm going to kill him."
"He didn't mean it. He's just stressed and anxious and he wasn't thinking." Was I defending Rafe? I took a deep breath, then looked at Corey. "You shouldn't have said anything to him."
"Why?"
I met his gaze. "Why? You have to ask?"
He pulled over a chair and sat down. "Yeah, I do. Daniel's my friend, Maya. I've watched him go through hell over this for two years now. Liking you but dating Serena, which was a stupid idea, which I told him many times. Then him finally realizing it was a stupid idea, and torturing himself about dumping her. Which was nothing compared to the torture of having her die, then being trapped between grieving for her and wanting to be with you and knowing there was no way in hell that was happening anytime soon. A year goes by, and I'm pushing him to make his move and I finally convince him to give you a hint, and in strolls Rafael Martinez. Daniel's this close to actually doing something and you decide you're going to date a town boy? After all these years? There was no way in hell I wasn't going to tell Rafe to back off."
When he finished, he glanced at me and swore under his breath, reaching over to grasp my shoulder.
"Breathe, Maya."
I shook off his hand. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not. You look like someone hit you in the gut with a sandbag." He sighed. "I kept telling myself you knew. You had to know."
I looked at him. "And what? I was just being a heartless bitch, ignoring it?"
"'Course not. I just figured you weren't ready. After Serena and everything. You were playing it cool until you got enough distance. . . ." He trailed off. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found out like this. Not now. Not from Rafe. Not from me. I blame Rafe and I kinda blame Daniel. You know how he is. So damned worried about doing the right thing. But it's out now and you know, so I sure as hell hope you're going to do something about it."
I looked up at him.
"Don't look at me like you don't know what I mean. Maybe you aren't as obvious about it as Daniel is, but you can't tell me you don't--"
The kitchen door opened.
Daniel walked in, saw us, and stopped. "You guys having a party and forgot to invite me?" He went to the counter where the pizza box sat. "You better have left some."
Corey's gaze swung from me to Daniel. Then he stood. "Maya and I were just talking. There's something--"
I grabbed the back of his shirt and wrenched hard enough for him to stumble. Daniel looked over and frowned.
"What's up?" he asked.
"We were talking about Hayley," I said. "Something she said to me in confidence. Can I have a minute with Corey?"
"Sure. Holler when you're done."
Daniel left. Still holding Corey's shirt, I stood and moved closer to him.
"You are not going to tell him," I whispered.
He twisted to look at me. "Why not? I'm sick of this. It's like being twelve again, dealing with all that damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn't like me?"
"Except when we were twelve, it was us dealing with your drama." I moved closer and lowered my voice even more. "Don't do this, Corey."
"He likes you. You like him. You know you do."
"Yes, I like him. As a friend. Beyond that?" I steeled myself and met Corey's gaze. "When I let Serena ask him to the dance, I wasn't ready to date. Anyone. I just wasn't at the stage. By the time I was, Daniel was off-limits. In my mind, he's been off-limits ever since. I have no idea how I feel about Daniel. I'm not being coy. I really, really don't. I'm freaked out and I'm confused, and I'm dealing with so much other crap that there's no way you can expect me to figure out anything right now. Hell, at this point I couldn't decide whether I want the Hawaiian pizza or the veggie."
"Veggie. Trust me, you always pick veggie."
I shook my head. "Even if I did feel something, I wouldn't do anything about it now, would I? Under the circumstances? Kinda more worried about the rest of my life."
When he said nothing, I headed for the door. "I'll call him back in."
Corey shot forward and grabbed my arm. "I'll keep my mouth shut on one condition."
I looked back at him.
"Don't punish Daniel over this," he said.
"Punish . . . ?"
"Maybe that's not the right word, but you know what I mean. Don't shut him out. Don't run away from him. Don't make things weird."
"They are weird."
"But they've been that way for years. Daniel'
s felt like this forever and he hasn't let it change your friendship. He hasn't interfered with you and other guys. He's been cool about it. You need to be cool about it. He didn't do anything wrong."
"I know that."
"Then act like it, okay?"
I nodded. I opened the door and leaned out.
"Daniel?"
He stepped from a room at the end of the hall. "All clear?"
I said yes and started to withdraw, but he motioned me into the hall. I hesitated, then came out. He walked over.
"Everything okay?" he whispered.
"Sure." I started backing up, but he stopped me.
He moved closer and as he did, I stiffened. Exactly what Corey asked me not to do. Damn you, Rafe. Damn you, too, Corey, for starting this.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
I looked up at him and when I did, I saw worry. Worry and concern. Corey was right--if Daniel did feel something for me, then it wasn't new. It was just this--Daniel, as he always had been.
I leaned against his shoulder, resting my cheek on it. His arms went around me in a hug. Nothing weird. Nothing new. Just a reassuring squeeze.
"Rough day, huh?" he whispered.
I nodded as I pulled back. "Can we grab pizza and talk about it?"
"Sure. I don't think anyone's getting much sleep tonight."
We went into the kitchen. At first it seemed empty and I frowned as I looked at the half-eaten slice on the table.
"Corey was right here--"
At a noise to my left, I turned to see Corey on the floor.
FORTY-TWO
DANIEL AND I RACED over as Corey rose, rubbing his shoulder and wincing. "Okay," he said. "How did I end up--?"
He convulsed and retched, spewing the cupboards with half-digested pizza.
"Really not a cool power," he mumbled as he tried to push up.
He went down again, crouching, hands to his head. We took him, one at each arm, and moved him to a cleaner spot in front of the fridge. He sat with his back against it, heaving deep breaths as he winced in pain.
"Where are your pills?" Daniel asked.
"Hell if I know," Corey said. "My bag. Maybe." He swore and doubled over. "Just hold on. I'll remember as soon as I can think--"
He let out a yowl, hands to his head.
"Breathe," I said. "Just breathe."
He scowled at me for echoing his words from before, but took deep breaths, chest heaving. When the door banged open, we all jumped. It was Derek, with Chloe right behind him.
Derek's gaze shot to Corey, sitting on the floor, us crouched on either side. "What--?" His nose wrinkled and he looked over at the vomit.
"He's having a vision," I said. "That's what happens."
"Attractive, I know," Corey said between gritted teeth. "And now I get new witnesses to my humiliation. Wonderful."
"We're used to it," Chloe said. "Derek used to do that when he Changed. Only worse."
"Thank you for sharing," Derek muttered.
She grinned. "You're welcome."
Chloe grabbed paper towels from the counter. When I realized she was going to clean up, I hurried over, saying, "No, I'll get that."
"You look after your friend," she said as Derek went to help her.
I was going to protest again, but Corey doubled over, groaning, and I returned to him.
He had his eyes squeezed shut. "Trees," he said. "I'm seeing trees. Which better not mean we're going to end up in another forest, because I am so damned sick--" He gasped as if hit by another wave of pain. "Yep, it's a forest. Trees, trees, and more trees."
"Deciduous or coniferous?" I asked.
He opened one eye. "English?"
"Leaves or needles?"
He closed his eyes but didn't flinch or gasp this time, just leaned back against the fridge, as if he was seeing the vision play out behind his eyelids.
"Mostly leaves. Changing color, like they are here." A pause. "I think it is here. I see a mark on one of the big trees. Blue paint. I saw some with that."
Chloe nodded, walking back with Derek. "It's a woodlot behind us. The owner marked trees for cutting."
Corey winced and jerked forward again, eyes squeezed shut. "People," he gasped. "I see people. In black and camo. There are two women. They're doing something. Casting spells, I think."
I described the two witches we'd seen--the St. Cloud one and the Nasts'. Corey was seeing both. When I realized that, my stomach plummeted.
"You led the Nasts here?" Derek said.
"No," Daniel said. "Obviously the St. Clouds did. Somehow they knew we were coming here--"
"Somehow?" Derek turned on me. "Your father told them. He set this whole thing up."
"What for?" I said. "If he wanted the Nasts to know, he'd have told them without sending us here."
"Let's not do this," Chloe said. "If Corey's telling us these people are in our back woods, we can't sit around flinging blame."
"No, he's saying they will be there," I said. "It's a vision."
"We don't know that for sure," Daniel murmured. "When you were taken, he had a vision of that and, according to Ash, the timing was pretty much dead-on. It was happening simultaneously."
"So there could be people in our backwoods?" Derek grabbed Corey's shoulder. "What else do you see?"
"Hold on." He closed his eyes.
"We don't have time to 'hold on.' Tell me what you--"
"Oww!" Corey shoved Derek's hand off his shoulder. "That hurt, asshole. I'm doing my best here."
"I didn't mean--"
Corey silenced him with an angry wave, then rubbed his shoulder with one hand and his temples with the other.
I took Corey's elbow, leading him to a chair. "Daniel? Can you check his bag? See if you find his meds?" I crouched as Corey sat. "Did you see anything else?"
He glowered at Derek. "I'm sure I would have if Teen Wolf hadn't tried to dislocate my shoulder. The vision's gone now and once it's gone, it doesn't come back."
Derek mumbled an apology, then went to the window and peered out. Chloe walked up behind him.
"If anyone is out there, let's not give them a target, okay?" she said. "We should tell your dad."
"Right." He paused. "Is Liz around?"
"I've been trying to contact her." She turned to us. "That's not easy if she isn't here."
I wasn't sure exactly what that meant. I guess just that we didn't have ghostly help for scouting the situation.
Derek strode out the door without so much as a glance our way. Chloe paused to ask if we wanted to come, but I said no, Corey still wasn't feeling well. If Kit wanted to talk to him, we'd be here.
"Are you sure about that?" Corey muttered once they were gone. "Chloe is nice enough, but that Derek? Real charmer. If anyone busts through that door, he's liable to throw us to them as cannon fodder."
I wasn't sure I disagreed.
"Their dad seems okay," he said, "but I'm not convinced he takes us seriously. The aunt definitely doesn't. I can't get a read on the brother, but the sister?" He rolled his eyes. "A bigger diva than Hayley."
"I know," I murmured. "As soon as Daniel brings your meds, we'll get Hayley, Rafe, and Ash, and if these guys don't decide to run, we will. It's not exactly shaping up to be the partnership I hoped for."
"Let's focus on the others, not my meds, okay?" Corey said. "Daniel's right. My last vision seemed to be a glimpse of the present, not the future. I don't want to hang around here hoping this one's different."
I agreed and we went to gather our group.
We found Ash first. He was in the front foyer, sitting on the floor, as if guarding the door. I wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't seen me passing and asked if something was up.
When I told him what had happened, I think he was almost happy. Relieved, at least. He hadn't wanted to stick around and this gave him the excuse he needed. He said he'd head outside and scout. I tried to stop him, but he ignored me, so I settled for telling him to be careful, which only earned me a disdainful
glower.
Up to Chloe's room next. We met Daniel in the hall. He had the meds and passed them to Corey, who dry-swallowed one as we kept moving to the bedroom.
When we walked in, Tori squawked.
"Um, I don't know how you do things," she said, "but around here, the guys knock before they walk into a girl's room."
"The door was open," Corey said. "Wide open."
"No excuse," Hayley said. She was now sitting on Tori's bed, where they must have been chatting away, as if this was a sleepover party.
I told them about Corey's vision.
"And what do you want us to do?" Tori said.
"You? Nothing. Hayley? If Mr. Bae doesn't decide to go, we're leaving."
"If Kit doesn't decide to go, why would anyone go?" Tori said. So she called her father by his first name? I wasn't surprised.
Hayley glanced at Tori. "She's right. He's the grown-up and the Cabal expert. That's why we came here. If he doesn't want to leave, I don't see the point."
"Then I guess you're staying," Corey said.
"What's going on in here?" said a voice from the doorway.
It was Dr. Fellows. As I repeated my explanation, Simon appeared behind her. When I got to the "we may be surrounded by Cabal hit men" part, Simon took off, thundering down the stairs.
When I finished, Dr. Fellows said, "And this was a vision you had, Corey?"
"Right."
"Are you sure?"
"Huh?"
She lowered her voice. "Is it possible that Derek . . . influenced this vision of yours?"
"What? No."
"Absolutely not," I said. "Derek's the one who cut it short. Accidentally, but still. And if by influence, you mean 'talked us into telling a lie to get everyone out tonight,' then I don't appreciate the insinuation, Dr. Fellows."
Her brows shot up to meet her hairline. Tori smirked and leaned back onto her pillow.
"Well, Maya, I don't know you yet, so you'll forgive me if I question you."
"I don't blame you. You don't know us. But you do know Derek and, sorry, but persuasion doesn't seem to be the guy's strong suit."
"She has a point, Lauren," Tori said.
Dr. Fellows shot her a look, which Tori met with a cool gaze.
"Also," Tori said, "I really think you'd know your niece better than that. I wouldn't put it past Derek to lie to get us out of here, but no way would Chloe let him pull others into the scheme." Before Dr. Fellows could answer, Tori turned to me. "I don't doubt tall, dark, and seriously cute had a vision, but I'm still going to wait for Kit's call on this one."