Kelley Armstrong - The Gathering

Forget that for now and come on .

God, how I wanted to. I wanted to forget everything he’d done. Just go with him, be with him, run with him, and let it be the way it was before, the way it was in my dreams. I looked at him, half hidden in the shadows, watching me, waiting for me, and I wanted it so badly tears prickled my eyes and I blinked hard.

“Maya?” He stepped back into the clearing.

“I can’t. I just”—I sucked in cool night air—“can’t.”

He exhaled, a loud sigh that made Kenjii slip over and nudge his hand.

“Do you want to talk?” he asked.

I shook my head.

Kenjii returned to my side and whined. At a chirp from overhead, I looked up to see Fitz watching from a tree branch.

“You’ve got this whole power-over-animals thing down a lot better than me,” Rafe said, trying for a smile. “They like me well enough, but that’s about it. And the healing part, too. You—”

“You don’t have to make nice, Rafe. I know you want my help finding the people who did this to us. But I need those answers, too. I’m not stupid—”

“God forbid,” he muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just agreeing. You’re not stupid.” He sat on a tree stump. “You think you could have handled this better, don’t you?”

“What?”

“You understand why I needed to find you, but you disagree with the way I did it.”

“Uh, yeah. Hitting on girls you don’t care about, pretending to be someone you’re not, pretending you like them … Sure, guys take that road all the time, hoping for a shortcut to sex. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. Are you saying I’m no better than guys who—”

“You think it’s okay to hurt people to get what you want, just like they do. Yes, I think you could have found another way to do it. I just don’t think you wanted to bother.”

“Or maybe I didn’t have the brains.”

“I never said—”

“You would have thought up a better way.”

“I’m not going to fight with you about this.” I turned to go. “You think you did the right thing. I think you didn’t. No amount of arguing is going to change that.”

“Hayley’s right,” he said. “You don’t give an inch to anyone.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Seems Hayley’s telling you a lot. A word of advice? She’s not the most reliable source of information in Salmon Creek.”

“Because she tried to cheat on her math homework in seventh grade?”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Exactly her point. You caught her breaking into your locker to copy your math homework. One screwup that you’ve never forgotten.”

“If she says I squealed on her, she’s lying. The teachers never found out.”

“Because you handled it your own way. You started ignoring her. And if you ignored her, then your friends did, too.”

“So I turned her into the school outcast?” I laughed. “Seriously, does she seem like an outcast to you? She’s got her crowd. It’s just not my crowd. She hangs out with us when she wants to. Nicole doesn’t ignore her. Corey definitely doesn’t ignore her.”

“No, he’ll make out with her when he’s had a beer or two and there’s no one else around. But if you and Daniel can’t stand her, then she’s not dating material.”

“That’s crap. Yes, I don’t trust Hayley, and, yes, it started with that homework. But if she’s telling people that I’ve made her life miserable for five years because of it?” I shook my head and started to turn away.

Rafe stepped in front of me. “I’m sure she’s the one still holding a grudge. I also think she’s the one who dosed your drink. But the point, Maya, is that you don’t give anyone a second chance. One strike and we’re out.”

“So I’m inflexible and intolerant.”

“Maybe.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing you’re done with me, isn’t it?”

I headed for the house. Rafe let out a curse. I heard a thump and a gasp of pain. I glanced back to see him cradling his hand, the small tree beside him quivering from a blow. He looked up and caught me watching. Then he spun and strode into the forest.

AS I APPROACHED THE house, I could see Mom on the porch, her feet bare as she tugged on one of my dad’s jackets and peered anxiously into the forest. When she saw me, she let out a sigh of relief.

“I heard voices,” she said. “Was that Rafe?”

“Yes.”

She pulled the jacket around her and lowered her voice. “I know you really like him, Maya, but you can’t be meeting him—”

“I wasn’t. It’s over.”

“Oh.” She waited until I was on the porch. “Did you just break up now?”

I shook my head. “Earlier. He came by to see if I’d talk. Maybe work things out. We couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

She gave me a hug, then ushered me into the house, Kenjii following. She led me to the kitchen and started fixing a snack. I wasn’t hungry, but I wasn’t eager to go to bed either.

Kenjii lay at my feet and I petted her as Mom put crackers on a plate. As she was slicing cheese, she said, with her back still to me, “Your lip. Does that have anything to do with …?”

“Did Rafe hit me? One, I wouldn’t sneak into the woods to talk to a guy who split my lip. Two, if something like that happened, Daniel would never help me cover it up.”

“Sorry,” she said, bringing the plate to the table. “I had to ask.”

“I know.”

She sat across from me. I nibbled on a cheese-covered cracker.

After a minute, she said, “He wasn’t what you thought he was.”

Exactly what Daniel had said. I nodded, then I asked, “Do you think I’m intolerant?”

She frowned. “In what way?”

“If someone screws up, I won’t give him a second chance. I’ve made up my mind about him and I won’t trust him again.”

“Is that what Rafe said?”

“Something like that.”

She leaned back in her chair and watched me for a moment before she responded. “He wasn’t who you thought he was, and you’re angry with him for tricking you.”

I nodded.

“If I’m right, though, you’re even more angry with yourself for not seeing it.”

I put down my cracker. “But I did see it. That’s the problem. I saw what he was before anyone else did.”

“A player.”

I nodded. “He knew I wasn’t going to fall for that, so he showed me …” I picked at the cheese on my cracker. “He showed me something else.”

“Another part of himself,” she said softly. “And you fell for him.”

I wanted to deny it. Salvage my pride and say, no, it wasn’t that way, I only liked him a little. But it was that way.

So I nodded, and she reached out for my hand.

“That’s what you’re really upset about. Being tricked. Yes, you set high standards for people. Too high sometimes. But you set higher ones for yourself and that’s what worries me more, Maya. I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don’t want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.”

I nodded.

“I don’t know the whole situation with Rafe, and I’m not going to pry,” she said. “But if he’s trying to talk to you, you should hear him out. Maybe you can forgive him. More important, forgive yourself.”

As Mom was cleaning up, I thought about what Rafe said, about the experiments.

I was genetically modified. And I was living in a medical research town. Again I pictured that list of names.

“Does Dad have a relative named Elizabeth Delaney?”

Mom paused. “Isn’t that his cousin Greg’s wife? No, that’s Bethany, I think. You should ask him. God knows he has plenty of relatives. Did you meet someone online?”