It was insanely dangerous for her to be here. She could be arrested anytime, anywhere as soon as she was recognized. What was I supposed to do, keep her hidden away like some caged animal for her own protection? Like Tarah would even let me do that in the first place. Besides, spells and disguises failed, and criminals got caught after decades of being in hiding for making mistakes as simple as driving with a headlight out. And even if Tarah did keep quiet about her beliefs and we got her name cleared, she’d never be truly happy like that. She’d feel driven to stand up for the innocents being imprisoned and slaughtered all around her. It was part of who she was.
How could I keep Tarah safe for long in a world as far gone as my grandma described?
A sane person would cut his losses. He’d see how useless this was. He’d walk away and let Tarah find her own path through life.
But I admired Tarah for her beliefs and the way she stood up for them. She was only telling the world what a lot of the rest of us wished we were brave enough to say. She acted when everyone else was too scared to. She shouted back when everyone else was hunkered down hiding out in the corner.
She was a lot like Damon.
The problem was Damon had died for his beliefs. And Tarah could end up the same way.
“I’ll have to find some way to change her mind, make her see reason and help find her parents for her to hide with instead.” At least if she hid with them, she might be motivated to stay out of trouble for their sakes.
A creak on the stairs had me twisting to look over my shoulder, but nothing was there. I turned back and scrubbed both hands over my tired, gritty eyes.
“You look awfully miserable every time you talk about sending her away,” Grandma said.
I leaned heavily on my forearms against the countertop, using the polished granite to hold me upright. It felt like the entire house was pressing down on me. “Because I don’t really want her to go. At least when she’s where I can see her with my own two eyes, I know for sure she’s alright. But sending her back to her parents is what’s safest for her. Right?”
“Hmm.”
I looked at her in silent question.
“You know, I might just have a solution to help both Tarah and the rest of your group. But it needs refining.”
That didn’t sound good. “What are you—”
“Nope.” She gave a single, firm shake of her head. “Don’t even try to pry it out of me tonight. I’ll tell you all about it once I’ve worked out the kinks, maybe tomorrow sometime. Until then, why don’t you just go get yourself a shower and some sleep because frankly, my dear, you smell and look awful. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Now scoot.” She made shooing motions with her hands, and warily I gave in. There was nothing more dangerous than a plotting Shepherd, especially one with as long a history of activism as my grandma. Unfortunately, there was also nothing harder to crack. She’d tell me when she was good and ready to, and not a second before.
I waved goodnight then pulled myself up the stairs and down the hall past five doors that couldn’t quite hold in the sounds of exhausted snoring. The sixth door was slightly open, spilling out a narrow beam of light. I pushed it open and found an angel in a flowing white gown busy spreading a sheet over a loveseat.
Tarah
I stuffed the sheet in around the edges of the loveseat’s flower print cushions in Grandma Letty’s huge bedroom, my back teeth clenched so hard the sides of my face hurt.
I couldn’t believe Hayden had just said all that stuff about me. And worse, he’d said it to his grandma.
After finishing my shower, I had headed down the stairs, intending to join them in the kitchen. Halfway down the staircase, I’d heard them say my name. So I had stayed on the stairs and listened for awhile instead.
I should have gone right back upstairs.
The loveseat finished, I moved on to making a pallet on the floor in front of it. As I turned around to grab the stack of sheets and blankets I’d found in the hallway’s linen closet, movement in the bedroom’s open doorway made me glance that way and freeze. Hayden was standing there staring at me with a weird expression on his face, as if he’d never seen me before or something.
“What?” I asked.
He looked from me to the pile of linens at my feet and back again with a frown. “How did you know Grandma Letty wanted us to bunk in here with her?”
“After my shower, I was going to join you guys in the kitchen. But then I heard what y’all were saying and decided I didn’t want to butt in after all.”
“Okay.” He said it slowly, still frowning. After another minute of silence, he said, “I guess I’ll grab a shower then.”
“Great. Enjoy.” I flopped back onto the loveseat and jerked my comforter into place over me.
A few seconds later I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on, leaving me with only the moonlight from the window behind the sofa to light the room. In the darkness, I replayed what I’d overheard, wondering if I’d misunderstood. But the words only stung me all over again. No, I hadn’t misunderstood anything. I’d heard him loud and clear.
Obviously I had completely misread Hayden. I thought he was happy to have me around, or at least glad that we’d repaired our friendship and were working together to help a huge group of outcasts to freedom.
Apparently I was wrong.
His grandmother thought I could make a difference for the Clann's cause as a journalist. But according to Hayden, I was just some hardheaded crazy chick. Oh and let’s not forget my inability to…how had he put it? Switch off my mouth for my own safety?
The shower shut off. Cabinet doors squeaked open in the bathroom then thudded shut again.
I kicked my legs free of his grandma’s old fashioned and annoyingly long nightgown. Then I jumped to my feet, too restless to even hope for sleep. I paced around the bed, trying and failing to understand Hayden, trying and failing to forget the feel of his hand around mine as we’d run together across his backyard into the woods, and again in his truck as we’d viewed the icy waterfalls here in town.
How could he go from the one person on this earth whom I felt the closest to, to someone so completely unfathomable in the space of an hour?
I sat on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door and waited, holding onto handfuls of the comforter at either side of me.
Finally the bathroom door opened. He froze there, dressed in his jeans and shirt, a towel hanging from one hand. Backlit from the bathroom’s light, his expression was unreadable in the shadows.