It was the last moment I saw him, the anguish in his face. I couldn’t get rid of that memory. It was stronger than the memory of Danielle and him now.
I’d screamed at him. I meant for him to stay. Only he ran.
I scared him.
If he got into a wreck, it’d be my fault.
Luke reached around, rubbing my shoulders and massaging. He did it quietly, and while I appreciate it, my mind was still deep in wondering where Nathan had gone.
Victor’s phone rang. He looked at it once and then hit a button to silence it, leaving it in the dash. “My parents. They need to wait.”
“What would they want now?” Luke asked.
“Who knows,” Victor said. He waved off the phone, looking over at me. “This is more important.”
Luke sighed, releasing me to sit back in his seat. “We need the house, Victor. We need to be out. So we don’t have to slow down for your parents.”
Victor breathed in through his nose and then out of his mouth. “Yeah. And...I’ve looked at some options. It’ll take time, but after all this, I think they’ll all see how badly we need this. We just need to pick a spot.”
I was looking out the wide window as Victor rolled to a stop for a red light. We’d just pulled off the highway again. “We need to be careful. Because of Volto.”
“I don’t want to wait on Volto,” Luke said.
“Me, either,” Victor said. He reached over to me and took my hand. “We can’t wait.”
They were right. After last night, his warning, he showed he could get away with what he wanted. He’d lie. He’d terrify us. He’d try to kill Nathan. He had to be stopped.
“What did Danielle and Marie end up saying, anyway?” Luke asked. “Did they actually have info?”
Victor coughed and then squeezed my hand. “I made them tell me what they were holding back after the pictures. Danielle didn’t want to, not until I took her phone and threatened to post everything to the internet if she didn’t comply.”
My eyes widened. “You did that?”
He smirked and shrugged. “I could still do it. After I delete all the photos she took of Nathan and her together. Which reminds me. Next stop, I want to get that done.”
Luke nudged him in the shoulder. “But what did she say? About Sang?”
“She didn’t know the name. She only knew where they could find it. Marie said there might be information somewhere in the house, but she remembered finding an old book with a photo. An old sepia tone photo or something that had your dad standing next to someone else. Not your mom, not your grandmother. Someone younger.”
“Where is this photo?” Luke asked.
“She hasn’t seen it in years,” Victor said. “But she remembered there was something written on the back. She thought it was a name.”
I hadn’t run into any photos like that. We had very few photos in the house at all. “I wonder if it is in all that junk in the shed. Or maybe my dad has it.”
“Sounds like something their family would keep secret,” Luke said. “I’m surprised it wasn’t destroyed.”
Victor nodded, and then his phone on the dash vibrated. He checked it again. He groaned and threw it back. “My mom. Ignore it.”
“Maybe you should answer so she’ll stop calling,” Luke said.
Victor seemed to think about it and did. He stayed on the phone as he drove.
I was sort of grateful for it. It left me room to think, but I had to put it all aside for now.
I’d deal with it later. Nathan was more important.
He was who mattered now.
I’d give the information back and forget it forever, if I could just make everything okay again.
What a Team Is
Nathan
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Nathan entered Lily’s white house in the middle of nowhere. It’d taken him hours to figure out to come here after the fight with Gabriel. He’d stopped a few places, off of main roads, just to sit in the car and try to figure out what to do next.
And here he was, hours later, looking at Liam, looking for answers, help, anything.
Help him save their group from splitting.
Help him stop what could be the biggest disaster of his life. He’d messed up enough. He needed to know what to do. There had to be someone who could help him fix what he’d done.
Liam looked him over, at the blood on Nathan’s hands, dried up now and mostly flaked away but still there. The bruises and split lip at his face, the messed up clothes...He was a wreck.
“Maybe you should clean up,” Liam said. “Then we can talk.”
“I want to talk now,” Nathan said. He couldn’t control his shaking. He was running on fumes, hungry, tired, worn down. But he couldn’t stop. The foyer to the home was all hard surfaces, and his voice echoed through the space. “I messed up.”
Liam painfully looked up the steps and then back at Nathan. “Fine, but come with me.”
He led Nathan to the right, through a set of double doors. It was some sort of formal room, a library or office of some sort. There were two sets of sofas facing each other, a table between them. A fireplace was along the back wall, unlit. There were shelves of books around him, built-ins on every other wall.
“I’d offer for you to sit on the couches,” Liam said, “but don’t be offended if I say you should sit here.” He pulled a chair that was near the desk away from it, offering it to him. “Easier to clean.”
He didn’t even want to sit, but he did. His body ached as he bent down. He’d spent hours in the car alone. He winced and leaned forward as he sat.
Liam sat on the coffee table so he could look at him. The room had a bit of a chill, coming perhaps from the unlit fireplace. The lights overhead were off, the only light coming from a couple of lamps in the corners.
Somehow this new place was intimidating, perhaps because of all the white surfaces. He wasn’t sure who else was here. The rest of the house was quiet.
Liam leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and waited. “Well?” he asked. “What’s the problem?”
“Shouldn’t I be talking to Lily?” Nathan asked. “I...heard I was supposed to talk to her.”
“Talk to me, first,” Liam said. He pressed a palm to his own chest. “I’m right here. But I think I know what this is about.”
“You’re...”
“One of her husbands,” he said and showed him the ring on his left hand.
One of.
He was like them. Maybe this was better. He could understand not wanting to wake Lily to talk to some crazy person walking in bloodied and insane. He’d do the same thing for Sang. He’d want to make sure the person wouldn’t hurt her before even bothering.
Nathan told him everything. The whole story from what started a few days ago. He’d told pieces of it to other people, but never the full of it. Not how he felt about Sang. Not how the relationship had troubled him from the start. He rambled on for a good long while, sometimes jumping back in time, to before he knew about the relationship, but he tried to stick to what happened within the last few weeks.
“So I ran out after she yelled at me,” he said at the end of it all. He dropped his shoulders, looking at the floor. “I’m sure they all think I did it on purpose. Getting into a fight like that? Over her? Hurting him so bad? I’ll be kicked out for sure.”
“But you didn’t do it on purpose,” Liam said. He’d asked a few questions of him from the moment Nathan started talking, but for the most part he let him rattle on. “I know you’re worried, but you know the Academy doesn’t operate like that. And your friends, since they are Academy, they don’t react to just how things looked. We listen. We listen to your side, your intent.”
Nathan swallowed thickly. He knew that. “That might not make it better.”
Liam shook his head and smirked a bit. “Are you kidding? Intent makes the difference between someone being convicted of murder or let off for self-defense. Don’t tell me context and intent don’t matter. That’s what we do.”
“I don’t mean that part. I mean...I mean she was so mad at me.”
“Are you telling me she’s the type of person who won’t listen to you if you’re trying to tell her the truth?”
“No...”