The Rising (26 page)

D
ANIEL WAS FINE. ASH
and Corey had been keeping a careful watch on him, ready to grab a taxi to the nearest hospital if he started coughing up blood or feeling sharp pains. The blood I'd found was from a nasty scrape on his arm that had opened up when Corey cleaned it. That was his worst injury. The driver had hit his brakes before impact. He'd knocked Daniel flying, but that was it. Bruises and scrapes, already scabbed over. I still used my healing on him, though. I don't know if it helped, but it made
me
feel better.

While I worked on Daniel, the guys lit a fire. It was getting cold and they'd decided it was safe enough as long as they kept it small. Once that was going, I explained what happened with us. That took a lot longer than Daniel's story.

First I told them about Sam, Annie, and Kenjii and why they weren't with us.

“And Nic?” Daniel said when I finished talking about the others. His face was drawn with worry. “Is she okay?”

I took a deep breath. “She's . . . fine, and she's not fine. I-I don't know how to tell you this . . .”

“Then I will,” Hayley cut in. “Nicole—”

“No,” I said sharply, then softened my tone. “Please. Let me.”

Rafe stood. “Maya's right. The rest of us can find something else to do. Hayley? Can you explain to Corey?”

Ash seemed unwilling to leave on Rafe's command, but at a whisper from Corey, he followed them out of the clearing.

When they were gone, Daniel lowered his voice and said, “If Nic's been hurt, you can tell me, Maya. I know you hoped there'd be something between us, but there isn't.”

And thank God for that. If you had started dating her when I pushed you to it
 . . .

“We're just friends,” he continued. “I'm going to be upset if she was hurt, but you didn't need to send them away. Corey's just as close to her as I am.”

“It's—it's not that. She's . . . the experiments . . . Or I think it was the experiments, but I don't know for sure. Maybe it's just her. I . . .”

I saw his confusion, and I tried to think of a way to word it. When no ideas came, the words did, blurted.

“Nicole killed Serena.”

He didn't react. He just kept staring at me, blankly, as if processing. Then he said, “Nicole . . . ?”

“Drowned Serena. She's a xana, like we figured. She swam out under the water and pulled Serena down.”

I thought of Serena, under the water, fighting for her life while I searched for her. How long had she struggled? How long had she been under there and I could have saved her if only I'd found her, if only—

Daniel put his arms around me, pulling me against him as I shook and the tears started.

I pulled back. “I'm sure.”

“I didn't ask if you were.”

“I know, but it sounds crazy. I started suspecting her after she was captured. Sam said some things and when I saw Nicole in the camp . . . Things happened that I didn't tell you about. I had to be sure. Then, at the house there, she admitted it. Everyone knows. There isn't any question. Nicole killed Serena.”

“Why?”

I took a deep breath. “Because she was jealous that things came so easily to Serena. Nicole worked so hard on her grades and her singing and her swimming, and Serena did better than her without working at all. I know that sounds like a crazy reason to kill someone, but she's . . . well, she
is
crazy.”

“Did she do this?” he asked, touching the side of my neck.

I reached up to feel a faint scratch there. I hadn't noticed it before. I don't think anyone had.

“We . . . had a fight,” I said.

“She attacked you.” He stopped my protest. “I wouldn't blame you for going after her when she admitted to drowning Serena, but that's not like you. She attacked you. She tried to kill you.” His hand tightened on my knee, mouth tightening, too. “Again.”

“She's not stable. She—”

“I know. And I should care. Legally insane, that's what the verdict would be, and someone who plans to be a lawyer should understand that. But I don't care. She killed Serena. Her friend. Probably her
best
friend. After she tried to drown you, she mourned Serena with you and she pretended to be your friend. Then she tried to drown you again, crossing the channel. I don't care how crazy she is. I don't care if they fix her.” His grip on my knee tightened even more. “She had better never, ever come near you again, or . . .”

I must have winced as pain shot through my knee. He looked down and yanked his hand away, then swallowed, flexing his hand.

“I wouldn't hurt her,” he said finally. “Not if I didn't need to. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to. I don't care what that makes me. I just—”

I put my arms around his neck and buried my face against his shoulder. “I know.”

When the others came back, I told them about Antone. That was tough. How to explain that the guy we'd been running from had helped us escape? That he wanted to help us solve our problem?

I focused on the role he'd played in our escape and how he'd championed us against the Nasts, to help Daniel and the others understand why I came to see him—however reluctantly—as an ally.

I kept glancing over at Ash. He sat so far back that if he didn't have skin-walker hearing, I'd have thought he was ignoring the conversation. But he wasn't. I knew that.

I wondered what he was thinking. What he was feeling. Abandoned by our mother. Sent away by the couple who'd taken him in. Repeatedly rejected by foster families. After that, you'd want to flip a middle finger to the world and say, “I don't need anyone.” But he'd still feel the longing, the bitterness at missing out on what should be a normal part of any kid's life—family. Then he discovers he has a father who seems to want him—really want him. Only he's playing for the bad guys, and even if he was on our side, could Ash ever trust anyone again? Wasn't it better—safer—not to?

When I finished, everyone went quiet. Then Daniel said, “Antone wants you to go back, doesn't he? Voluntarily.”

I looked over at him.

Daniel continued, “I know he wasn't going to let you just walk away. If he cares about you—which he seems to—he knows we can't make a go of it out here. We could find our parents, but that only endangers them. You seem resigned to letting him have Kenjii, which tells me it's temporary. As does the fact that Rafe doesn't seem too anxious about Annie.”

“Believe me, I didn't leave her behind by choice,” Rafe said. “She figured out we were going to try escaping and . . . and they're helping her. I hate to admit that, but it's true. I'm not sure I would have chosen to leave if . . .” A sidelong glance at me.

“It's okay,” I murmured. “You didn't have any choice, either.”

I knew what he was saying—that given the option, he might have stayed behind with Annie. Did that sting? Choosing his sister over me? No. I knew where his priorities lay.

“The point is that you're okay leaving her there for now,” Daniel said. “She needs their help. Corey needs it, too. Maybe we're all going to have side effects—serious ones.” There must have been a look on my face, because he glanced at me sharply. “Maya? Are you—?”

Ash came out of the shadows, cutting him off. “Go back? Did I hear that right?”

“Not go back,” I said. “Negotiate a settlement.”

“With a Cabal? Are you all crazy?”

“That's what I thought,” Hayley said. “When you break it down, though, Daniel's right—it's our only real choice.”

I played the recording. Silence followed. Ash broke it.

“You get what he's doing here, don't you, Maya? He's using you to bring in these other subjects. You turn them in, like some kind of bounty hunter.” He met my gaze, his eyes shuttered. “I can't believe you'd do that.”

“She's not,” Hayley said. “Did you even listen to the tape? Calvin is telling us exactly where the Genesis subjects are because the St. Clouds
already
know.”

“So he's ‘Calvin' now?”

She met his glare with one of her own. “That's his name, isn't it?”

“Hayley's right,” Daniel said, his voice taking on his calming tone. “By talking to them, we'll be warning them. Then we'd try to persuade them to join us in going back and negotiating.”

“With the
wrong
Cabal,” Ash said. “The St. Clouds sold you guys to the Nasts. The St. Clouds have your parents. The St. Clouds own these Genesis kids, and the St. Clouds are the ones who know where they are.”

“You heard the tape,” I said. “Antone says the St. Clouds don't want our parents—they're just stuck with them. They can't exactly fob
them
off on the Nasts. As for the Genesis kids, their medical team is gone. Died in a fire at the lab. All except one doctor, who's with the kids now—an aunt. The St. Clouds don't really want them back. For the right price, they'd let the Nasts take the Genesis kids and our parents off their hands.”

“And then what?”

“Then we prepare,” Daniel said. “We take their training. We take their medical care. We take their protection. We pretend we're going to grow up to work for them and we use that to learn everything we can about them.”

“Then we fight back,” I said.

Ash sputtered a laugh. “Against a Cabal? The
biggest
Cabal?”

“Yes. It won't be easy. It won't be soon. But we'll take our time. We'll grow into our powers. Then, one day, we get free of them. For good.”

The debate continued. It really was Ash against everyone else, which felt completely unfair. Finally he threw up his hands, muttered under his breath, and stalked off.

“Damn,” Hayley murmured to me when he was gone. “Figures, doesn't it? The hotter the guy, the bigger the jerk.”

“I'm not really seeing the first part,” I said.

“Which is good.” She grinned. “All things considered.”

“True. But, while Ash
can
be a jerk, I see his point on this one. Going back feels like throwing up a white flag.”

“But it's negotiation, not surrender. And it's not permanent. It's like a covert operation. Using our heads.”

“That's the plan,” Daniel murmured. “But I agree with Maya. I'd be more shocked if Ash agreed.”

“I'll go talk to him.”

I
FOUND ASH BACK
by the old camp. He was sitting on the ground, legs pulled up, just staring into the forest. I approached slowly, making enough noise so I wouldn't startle him.

When he looked over I said, “Getting used to it, huh?”

He lifted his brows.

I waved around us. “The forest.”

“Right. Yeah.” He gazed out again. “Never really been in one this big. I know this isn't big for a forest, just . . . It's different.” He paused. “No people. I can see why you like it. It feels like . . .”

“Home.”

He shrugged that off, making a face. Another moment of silence. “If you've come to talk to me about this negotiating crap—”

“I haven't.” I sat down beside him. “I just want to . . . check in with you. I know this isn't the resolution you want, and I'm hoping you don't decide to cut out.”

He glanced over. “Cut out?”

“Take off. Leave. We're not at the point yet of making an absolute decision. So I'm hoping you'll stick around until we are. And then I'm hoping you'll give it more thought.”

“Have I bolted yet?”

“No, I'm just—”

“Well, don't.”

He studied me for a moment, then said, voice lowered, “I'm not our mother.”

I nodded. Another minute of silence. Then I said, “He . . . Calvin . . . Antone.” I sighed. “I don't know what to call him.”

“Just not
Dad
, I bet.”

I shook my head. “No, never. Calvin, I guess. He told me what happened to you. What our mother did.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I can just imagine his version.”

I told him what Antone said. He listened, then shrugged. “Close enough, I guess. So what's he been doing? Sitting back and watching me?”

“Looking for you. He'd get updates from one of the parents you were in contact with, one working both sides—trading information between the St. Clouds and your contacts.”

He cursed at that. Really cursed. For a while.

“But that contact wouldn't tell Calvin where you were. I think he was trying to protect you.”

He met my gaze. “He was protecting himself and his kid. Don't sugarcoat things for me, Maya. Ever.”

“I'm sorry.” I paused. “Do you know anything about a guy named Lucas Cortez?”

“Huh?”

“He's the son—”

“Oh, I know who he is. I'm just really hoping you aren't asking because the Cortezes are getting involved in this. Because if they are, we might as well throw in the towel now. One Cabal is tough to outrun. Two? Damned near impossible, as you've noticed. Three?” He shook his head.