Brigid Kemmerer: Spark

Her father hesitated.

Michael jumped on it. “Meaning, Becca, ” he said. “We’re not the only ones hiding anymore. I’m willing to bet that the only people who know Becca’s a Fifth are sitting at this very table.” He turned dark eyes to Bill. “Am I right?”

A nod. “Yes.”

Michael leaned in against the table. “And I’m guessing the other Guides wouldn’t be too happy to find out you kept her a secret.”

“Probably not.”

“So you’re protecting yourself,” said Becca. She snorted. “Typical.”

Her father turned to look at her. “Just what do you think they’d do, Becca? Slap me on the wrist and forget you exist?”

She stared back at him, and Gabriel could see the battle in her expression, that she wanted to know what they’d do—but she was afraid of the answer.

“They’d make you kill her,” said Hunter, his voice low. “To prove your loyalty.” He was watching Bill, too, his expression shadowed.

Becca’s father didn’t say anything—and that was obviously answer enough. Her face paled a shade, and she glanced at Hunter. “How did you know that?”

He shrugged a little. “My father used to tell me stories. Of how the Guides wouldn’t allow their goals to be compromised. One death is nothing compared to the greater good, right?”

“Yeah?” said Chris, his tone unfriendly. “And where do you fit into that?”

Hunter met his eyes and didn’t back down. “I’m sitting here, aren’t I?”

“Stop,” said Becca. “Don’t fight.”

Michael cleared his throat. “So what are you proposing?”

“I’m proposing that you lie low. Don’t draw attention to yourselves. They’ll send another Guide if I don’t check in with progress—but I can hold them off for a while. Let them know I’m still investigating. If there aren’t continued reports of problems in this area, they’ll stay away.”

“What about Seth and Tyler?” said Nick. “You know it’s not usually us causing the problems.”

“I don’t think we need to worry too much about them for the time being,” said Chris, and for the first time, his voice carried a little satisfaction.

“Yeah,” said Becca. “We just came from the police station. Turns out assault and attempted rape are pretty serious charges.”

Now Bill looked at her. “Attempted rape?”

Becca’s eyes were hard. “Don’t even look at me like that. I don’t want your concern. You don’t get to care. Do you understand me? As far as I’m concerned, you’re—”

“Easy,” said Chris, his voice soft. “Take it easy.”

“I want to help you,” said Bill, his voice gentler. “You need to let me—”

“We need to lie low,” said Becca. “Got it.”

Gabriel kept his mouth shut, but this guy was crazy if he thought he had a shot in hell at her trust. Not to mention the rest of them.

“And while we’re waiting around,” said Nick, “what are you going to be doing?”

Bill glanced at his daughter. “I’ll be showing Becca how to protect herself.”

Becca sat up straight. “No. No way.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’d rather run on sheer adrenaline and luck? As much as you don’t want to believe it, I am doing this with the end goal of keeping you safe. You don’t even have a clue what you’re dealing with.”

“I do,” said Hunter.

Chris glared at him, but Becca smiled. “Good. Hunter can tell me everything I need to know.” She gave her father a dismissive look. “You can go back to ignoring me since it’s worked so great for the last five years.”

“I haven’t been ignoring you, Becca.” He glanced at Hunter. “And regardless of who you learn from, I definitely won’t be ignoring you now.”

“So that’s it,” said Michael. “You don’t turn us in, we don’t turn you in.”

Bill spread his hands. “For now, that’s it.”

Gabriel waited for his brothers to scoff, to refuse, to flip this frigging table and start the fight of the century. The Guide was right here, like a sitting duck. They could take him down in a heartbeat.

Probably.

Unfortunately, everyone else was nodding, acting like it was a good idea to wait and see.

Gabriel wanted to punch his twin in the shoulder and ask what was wrong with him.

Why the hell are you nodding? he wanted to say. Don’t you remember the way your leg shattered when he attacked us?

He’d thought they were coming here to finish things, to fight .

Not to be placated and reassured.

Gabriel wound his fingers around his lighter again. The potential for fire was right there, pulsing under his fingertips.

Mocking him.

“And what about you, Gabe?”

He snapped his head up, the lighter slick against his palm. He hated being called Gabe, but correcting this guy for something like that seemed like criticizing a mass murderer for littering.

“What about me?” he said.

Becca’s father spread his hands, looking far too patient. Gabriel wanted to hit him.

Unfortunately, everyone else looked like they were on his side.

Her father was still looking at him. “Any thoughts?”

Oh, he had plenty.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in, putting a hand against the table. “I don’t buy it. What if we just save time and take you out to the parking lot to kill you.”

“Jesus, Gabriel,” said Michael, rubbing at his eyes. “We don’t have a lot of choice—”

“I’m in,” said Becca.

“No.” Nick put both hands flat on the table. “Bill’s plan makes sense. For now. Just—”

“It doesn’t make sense.” Gabriel kept his eyes firmly locked on Becca’s father.

Bill didn’t make a move, but he very clearly wasn’t backing down, either. “Don’t push me, kid.”

The lighter sat tucked between Gabriel’s knuckles. It would take nothing to have fire in the air. He could almost taste smoke on his tongue.

But he kept thinking of the fight on the field, how they’d lost control.

No, how he’d lost control.

You’ll start a fight we can’t win.

He shoved the table away and got to his feet. “Fuck you.”

He didn’t realize he’d bolted from the mall until cold air slapped him across the face. At least he was outside.

Nick had the car keys, so Gabriel walked along the side of the mall. There weren’t many cars out here anyway, in this space between the food court and the nearest department store. He flipped the lighter open and ran fire through his fingers, snapping the flame off the wick to cradle it in his palm.

Dead leaves were caught against the curb here, and Gabriel scooped a few into his palm, feeding them to the fire one by one, the way you’d sneak scraps to a dog under the table. Each sent sparks curling into the night air.

He felt calmer already.

“Got a light?”

Gabriel whirled, feeling the flame blaze between his fingers—just not with his own power. Hunter stood there, close enough to touch, as still as the night was dark.

“Go away.” Gabriel crushed the flame to nothing and shook the ash from his palm. He turned to walk toward the far corner of the mall, where all the delivery bays were. “Shouldn’t you be back there macking on Becca, anyway?”

Hunter followed him. “You don’t want to provoke him.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I want to do.”

“He’ll kill you,” Hunter said. “He’s trying to play nice, to help because of Becca, but if you push him to it, he’ll—”

“Oh, how do you know?” Gabriel rounded on him, his breath clouding in the air. “You don’t know shit, Hunter. You don’t know—”

“I knew my father.” Hunter’s voice was low. It felt colder suddenly, and Gabriel wondered if Hunter was responsible. The change felt different, subtler than when Nick affected the air.