Dervish studies me silently, face creased. Finally he nods, accepting my answer. He doesn't apologise for snapping at me-he doesn't see any need to.
"Was he happier when Grubbs came?" Dervish asks, leaning back in his chair. We've talked about this before. We've covered most of Bill-E's life. The only part we've never touched on is the night of his death. Dervish never asks about that.
"Yes," I say, raising my head and flashing a short smile across the table. I know Dervish likes hearing about Bill-E's lighter moments, his friendship with Grubbs, hunting for buried treasure, life with his mum before she died. "Grubbs was his best friend ever, even though they didn't know each other for long."
"Did he suspect they were brothers?"
"No. He sometimes wished they were, but he never had any idea who his true father was. He thought it was you.
Dervish flinches. I knew, even as I was saying it, that I shouldn't. He feels guilty about not telling Bill-E the truth. He doesn't like to imagine he was the cause of any unhappiness in his nephew's short life.
"That's enough for now," Dervish mutters, turning away from me, switching on his computer.
I stand up and edge around the desk. My gaze settles on Dervish's narrow back. I feel an almost irresistible urge to put a hand between his shoulder blades. Partly I want to touch him just to make contact, to say, "I'm real. I have feelings. See me." But mostly I want to absorb his memories and secrets, learn what makes him tick. If I knew more about him, maybe I needn't be so afraid. I might find some way to break through the barriers he's erected and make him see me as a person, not just a direct line to his dead nephew.
But that would be wrong. I'd be stealing. I already feel bad for unintentionally taking from Beranabus, Meera and Reni. I won't do it on purpose, not even to make life easier for myself. So I slide out wordlessly, leaving Dervish hunched over the computer, his secrets intact, the coldness between us preserved.
Chapter 6 FRIEND INDEED
Meera Flame roars to a halt in our driveway, turning up out of the blue, the way she normally does. I'm watching television when she arrives. I know it's her by the sound of her motorbike, which is much louder than Dervish's, but I wait for her to knock before going to let her in. I don't want to appear overly desperate for company.
"Hey girl, looking good," Meera laughs, giving me a quick hug before I can duck. She breaks away quickly, spotting Dervish on the stairs. I don't take much from her, but what I do soak up is new, memories I hadn't absorbed before. It seems like every time I touch a person, I steal something fresh. That's useful to know.
"How have you two been?" Meera shouts, taking the stairs three at a time. She grabs Dervish hard, halfway up the giant staircase which forms the backbone of the house, and hugs him as if he was a teddy bear.
"We've been fine," Dervish replies, smiling warmly. He never smiles at me that way, but why should he? I'm an interpreter, not a friend.
"Sorry I haven't been by more. Busy, busy. It must be spring in Monsterland-demons are bursting out all over. Or trying to."
"I heard," Dervish says. "Shark has been in touch. It sounds bad."
Meera shrugs. "Demons trying to invade are nothing new."
"But in such numbers..."
She shrugs again, but this time jerks her head in my direction. Dervish frowns. Then it clicks- "Not in front of the girl. You might frighten her." I see a small, unconscious sneer flicker across his lips. He doesn't think of me as a girl, certainly not one who can be frightened by anything as mundane as talk of demons. But he respects Meera's wishes.
"Come on up," he says. "We can discuss business in my study."
"To hell with business," Meera laughs, pushing him away "I'm here to let my hair down. I thought it was time me and Bec had a girls' night in. I bought some lipstick, mascara, a few other bits and pieces I thought might suit you," she says to me. "We can test them out later, discover what matches your eyes and gorgeous red hair. Unless you don't want to?"
"No," I grin. "That would be coolio."
Dervish winces-that was one of Bill-E's favourite words-but I don't care. For the first time in months I have something to look forward to. I experience a feeling I haven't known for ages and it takes me a while to realise what it is-happiness.
We eat dinner together, which is a rarity. I normally dine alone. Eating is one of the few pleasures I've been able to relish since my return. I love the tastes of the new world. I never imagined anything as delicious as fish and chips, pizza, sweet and sour chicken. The strange flavours baffled and repulsed me to begin with, but now I look forward to my meals as I never did before.
After dinner Meera banishes Dervish to his study and the two of us shut ourselves in my bedroom. Sitting on the edge of my huge four-poster bed, Meera teaches me the basic tricks of applying make-up. It's harder than I imagined, requiring a subtle wrist and deft flicks of the fingers.
We try different shades of lipstick, blusher, eyeliner and mascara. It all looks strange and out of place to me, but Meera likes the various effects.
"Didn't people wear make-up in your day?" she asks, working on my eyelashes for the fourth time.
"Nothing like this. The warriors were the most intricately decorated. Many had tattoos, and some used to colour their hair with blood and dung."
"Charming," Meera says drily and we laugh. She runs a hand through my hair and tuts. It's longer and wirier than it's ever been. "We must do something with this. And pierce your ears."
"I'd like that," I smile. "I couldn't grow my hair long or be pierced before."
"Why not?" Meera asks.
"I was a priestess's apprentice," I explain. "Priestesses couldn't marry, so we weren't meant to make ourselves attractive."
"I bet that was a man's idea!" Meera snorts.
"Actually it was practical. Our magic worked best if we were unsullied."
"You mean you lost your powers if you made out with a guy?" Meera asks sceptically.
"Yes."
"Rubbish," she snorts. "I've made out plenty and it hasn't done me any harm."
"It's true," I insist. "Things were different. Magic was in the air, all around us. It wasn't like when a window opens now. We were more powerful than modern mages, but we had to live a certain way to tap into the magic. Love of any kind was a weakening distraction."