chapter 20
You love him, don’t you?” Nikki said, lifting one of Vegan’s newly crafted necklaces to inspect the design. Vegan had set up a makeshift workspace in Nikki’s room — which Nikki hadn’t minded at all, because it was fun to watch Vegan work the cords and beads into jewelry. Besides, Nikki wanted them all to believe she was settling in to her new home … her new life … her new species. What she didn’t want was everyone wondering if she’d run away again to go after Vessler. The Halflings trusted her, of this she was certain. That didn’t change the fact she wanted answers about her past, her parents, and, well, on more than one occasion she’d acted impetuously and had left the Halflings out of the loop, especially occasions concerning her godfather. Vegan hadn’t answered her query, so Nikki spoke again. “You love him, right?”
Vegan’s eyes rounded and her cheeks flushed, a nice compliment to her rosy-colored shirt. She slipped her feet from her sandals. “Who?”
“Zero. I see the way you look at him. How he looks at you.”
Vegan stood and paced. “Oh. We’re just friends.”
“Right.”
“He looks at me like an annoying kid sister.” She traversed the room a few times, then sank onto the bed with a frown.
Nikki sat beside her. “When you’re not looking, he gets all mushy-eyed.”
Vegan gasped. “He does?” She tucked her feet beneath her.
“He’s toast.” Nikki held up her pinky. “You’ve so got him wrapped around your finger.”
Vegan giggled. The sound was like a thousand fairy wings flittering in an enchanted forest.
Nikki glanced down and was aware of her sloppy posture compared to Vegan’s regal one.
“What?” Vegan leaned closer. “What’s wrong?”
Nikki motioned toward her. “You. Not you, personally. Just … you, Glimmer, and Winter. You’re like perfect heavenly creatures. I don’t even have decent posture.”
“But you do have wings.” Vegan smiled. “You’re one of us.”
She tucked her hair back. “Uh, yeah, right. I’m more like the hillbilly cousin no one talks about.”
Vegan laughed. “You make me smile, Nikki. And I’m proud to have you in my family. I’m proud to call you sister.”
Proud. Really? What had she ever done to warrant that? Nikki’s eyes puddled. “But I’m not.” She reached for Vegan’s hand. “Don’t get me wrong, you guys have done everything in your power to welcome me. But Vegan, I know there’s something really dark about my past, though I’ve yet to figure out what that is. And no one seems to want to talk about it. I was going to ask Will, but every time I start to, I clam up.”
Vegan swallowed, gold flecks flickering as her gaze dropped.
“You know, don’t you?” Nikki tightened her grip on Vegan’s hand. “Please, tell me.”
“It’s not my place. Will —”
Nikki sprang from the bed. “Will this and Will that. I’m tired of waiting for Will to decide for me, and I’m too much of a coward to ask him.” Her hand covered her heart. “My parents are gone. Dead. And now I have you guys, but everyone knows more about my past than me.”
Vegan brushed her hand back and forth across the bedspread.
A long exhale escaped Nikki’s lips. “You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”
“I’m sorry,” Vegan whispered, her eyes begging forgiveness. “Besides, does it really matter? I mean, look at us. We’re orphans, but we’re not. We have parents, but don’t get to know them. What I’m trying to say is, embrace who you are now. Not who you were. You’ve been chosen for the great war. There’s no higher honor in this world or any other. You, Nikki. Chosen by the Throne. Don’t you think that’s what should matter, rather than the pieces of your past?”
Nikki dropped onto the bed again. “But then what?” With bent knee, she pivoted to study Vegan’s face. “What happens after … you know.”
“After we die? Well, we don’t have a writ like the humans do.”
“A writ?”
Vegan smiled. “Oh, sorry. A written word. A covenant.”
“Yeah, they’re safe and we’re dogmeat.” It was hard for Nikki to imagine a being who would call someone into service then reject them. And yet Vegan seemed so sure about the future, so confident.
“It’s not like that. Some spiritual laws pertain to every living creature.”
“What do you mean?” Nikki asked.
“Things like seed time and harvest, sowing and reaping. You don’t have to coax a seed to grow. You plant it in the ground and everything around it works in harmony to produce a plant — that’s seed time and harvest. A sunflower seed won’t produce an apple tree — that’s sowing and reaping.”
“Okay, thanks for the lesson on spiritual laws. It’s good to know.” Nikki grabbed her by the shoulders. “But Vegan what happens to us?”
“We’ve made a choice to serve the Throne. In knowing his nature, we assume that on the Great and Terrible Day of Judgment, we’ll be allowed entrance into heaven, though we may never be able to enter the holy city or the Throne Room because of our ancestors.”
“Wow, hillbilly cousin again.” Nikki’s hands dropped to her sides.
“No. Heaven isn’t like that, nor is the one who created it. He made room for us. I’m sure he did, Nikki. Just as sure as I know a seed will grow if it’s placed in the ground.” She paused a moment. “At the same time, he can’t go back on his word. That would make him a liar. Our ancestors, the fallen, were never to enter the Great Kingdom again.”
“Are you telling me God found a loophole in his own contract?”
“He flung the stars into the sky and told them to stay, and they do to this day.” Her eyes glistened with an adoration for this being that Nikki couldn’t quite grasp. “No. He didn’t find a loophole. He knows the end from the beginning. I think he made the concession at the beginning of time when he was still measuring out the waters of the seas.”
“You’re saying he made a concession before one was needed? That sort of staggers the mind, doesn’t it?”
Vegan’s eyes widened. “Indeed. His desire is that none perish. Even the hillbilly cousins. But there’s a delicate balance he has to maintain as well. The Fallen mated with human women in an attempt to destroy the bloodline.”
“Destroy it how?”
“Maybe destroy isn’t the right word. It’s more like infect it. The fallen angels wanted to corrupt the human bloodline by introducing fallen blood. God could have just wiped them and all their offspring off the face of the earth. But he didn’t.” Vegan smiled. “Because he knew one day Nikki Youngblood would be born. And he already loved her. He made a way for us, Nikki. He called us into service because he loves us. We’re the ultimate army.”
“Thanks, Vegan. I’ve never looked at God like that.” Silence followed while Nikki contemplated the goodness of a creator who would make concessions for offspring of the very beings sent to destroy his plan. “I just don’t understand why God created people if he knew what a huge mess they were all going to end up in.”
“Because they’re worth it.”
Nikki’d had enough of this conversation. It was too much to try to grasp when she was still so new to all of it. “Have you talked to Zero today?”
“On the phone early this morning. I plan to stop by later.”
“Be sure and take a package of Watermelon Zinger juice boxes. He loves them.”
Vegan’s brows rose. “Did you try to bribe him?”
“Yeah, snuck out this morning.”
“And?”
She shrugged. “And nothing. He’s as tight-lipped as you.”
“Remember, Nikki, concentrate on who you are now. Not who you were.” Vegan rose and slipped her dainty pink toes into her equally delicate sandals. Who would ever guess at the immortal weapon she actually was? Gliding across the carpet as if she were floating, Vegan left the room.
Nikki sat alone in the quiet space. Though the other girl’s suggestions about leaving the past alone rang true, the desire to know outweighed it. Damon knew the truth. But no matter how desperate she became, she’d never go to him for the answers. He’d hurt her for the last time.
A sound interrupted her thoughts. A ringing that came from the corner where her backpack sat. Nikki frowned and took a couple steps toward it.
It stopped momentarily, then began again. She dug inside and found a cell phone, and wondered where it had come from. She’d ditched her last one eons ago. When she could stand it no longer, she answered. “Hello.”
Vessler’s voice crackled through the line, and Nikki nearly dropped the phone.
“We didn’t get to finish what we started, Nikki.”
His voice crawled through the receiver, setting her skin on alert. Twinges danced and tingled across her shoulder blades. “I have nothing to say to you.” Her voice was flat. Dead.
“Really, my lady? Don’t be cross. We have much to share. And there is still much work to be done.”
“How’d you get this phone into my backpack?” The idea that Vessler had access to her was more than unnerving. Instinctively, she shot a look to the window and the world beyond as if he’d be there, on the other side of the glass. Fury erupted in her gut. “How are your legs?” She just couldn’t resist the reference to their last encounter, when she’d incapacitated him with two well-placed bullets.
“Practically healed.”
Nikki worked to keep her voice steady as her body began to shudder. “Gunshot wounds don’t heal that fast.”
“Ah, the miracles of modern medicine.”
No, it was impossible. She’d watched as each shot sank into his body, creating a spurt, then a wide wet section of blood down one pant leg then the other. The wounds had nearly drained his lifeblood. No way—even with the very best medicine — could he have healed. Raven had once suggested that Vessler was on some kind of hyper-powered steroids. Maybe he was right.
She started to hang up, but a whimper in the background caught her attention. “What is that?”
“What?” Vessler asked, innocently. “Oh, that sound? That’s Zero. He says to tell you hello, and the next time you want to come visit, don’t. You’re much too easy to follow. He says to bring drink boxes — the Watermelon Zinger you bought this morning at the grocery store would be wonderful.”
Her heart sank into her stomach and the blood drained with it, leaving black splotches before her eyes. No. No. What had she done?
Muffled words echoed through the phone line. “Don’t tell him anything, Nikki. He can’t hurt me.”
“Can’t hurt you? Really?” Damon said with a grunt.
Zero yelped in pain.
Her hand flew to her mouth, where she stifled a cry. Her heartbeat intensified until it drowned Zero’s voice. Slamming her fist onto the bed, she pleaded, “Damon, let Zero go. Please, he can’t help you.” She chewed her lip, gripping the phone with both hands. “Look at him. He’s the weakest Halfling alive.”
From beyond Vessler’s phone, she heard Zero’s weak voice. “Thanks a lot, Nikki.”
“True,” Vessler conceded. “He’s weak. Not like you. You possess the strength of an army.”
“So, you’ll let him go?” Hope dared enter her heart.
“Sure. If you’ll come and take his place. And if you tell the others, I’ll kill him.”
Nikki’s breathing matched her heart rate while her mind spun, searching for solutions. Zero ran the network. His life was worth more than ten of Nikki’s. He’s the hub, the link that keeps Halflings connected all over the world. Zero was gold … and she was paper.
Her eyes slid shut. “Yes,” she agreed. “I’ll come.”