Chapter 19
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Between shopping and “girl time”, the holiday in New York went faster than Rae thought it would. Part of her wanted to be back in England, but the other part loved being with her aunt and uncle. Both parts of her enjoyed Molly’s constant chatter, and it gave Rae the time to think and daydream about Devon. She wondered what he had been up to and if he had spent Christmas at home or working. Has his dad said anything? If he does, what will Devon do? It drove her nuts with worry and the fact that her cell phone refused to work in America didn’t help.
Uncle Argyle didn’t find the notebook with the minutes from his time at Guilder. Rae had been too scared to ask him to look again. If she placed too much emphasis on it, there was no telling how Argyle would react. The one thing she didn’t need was for Argyle to know anything about what had happened last year at Guilder and what they were up against now. So instead of hounding him for the notebook, she backed off. As he dropped Molly and her off at the airport, she mentioned posting the notebook to her if he came across it. He gave her only a curt nod. She had no idea if he would even bother.
Molly and Rae returned to Guilder the day before classes resumed. They took the same bus she had taken to Guilder the previous year. Rae couldn’t wait to get back to her own room, for a bit of peace and quiet. Dean Wardell’s demand constantly nagged at the back of her mind. She needed to see Devon and let her insides flutter as they always did when she was around him. He would show her the strength of their relationship and nothing and no one could crumble it… she hoped. She knew neither Devon nor Julian were back, and from Devon’s lack of replies to her texts, she figured he was working. Guess the HOC-thing will have to wait until I have something solid to share with Carter, or Devon.
“Thank goodness this is our last semester,” Molly said Thursday morning as they walked to their first class. “I can’t wait to sleep in and not have to leave the building to eat.”
“What’re you planning on doing next year?” Rae shifted her umbrella so the January downpour didn’t leave her soaking wet inside the Oratory. The weather matched her mood this morning; dark, dreary and depressed. An email from Devon, furtively checked before class, advised that he and Julian would not be back until the end of the week. More work for the Privy Council. “Do you want to work for the Privy Council?”
“Heavens no! Well, I shouldn’t say that. I just don’t think it’s something I want to do right now. Secrets, espionage, and all the double-oh-seven stuff doesn’t seem like my kind of thing. I applied to Cardiff University. I can’t imagine carrying on the family mechanic shop business, too dirty. I’m not sure yet what I want to do.” Molly pulled her raincoat tighter around her. “This weather sucks. If it weren’t for Reece, I’d be applying to the University of Florida or somewhere in Spain, anywhere hot.”
“You’re pretty serious about Reece…Does he feel the same?” Rae asked. How are you supposed to know how serious someone feels about you?
“Yeah, he does! We had this big talk just before Christmas break. He’s gonna try and get a job transfer to the area and he’s got family there. I want to take the next logical step.” Molly’s tone changed from her normal babble, to a leading hint of secrecy at the end, as if she would not say, but really wanted Rae to ask what she meant.
Rae smiled and then stepped aside to avoid a large puddle. She scowled at her Mary Jane flats. She should have worn welly boots today. It wouldn’t surprise her if someone, probably Carter, had built an ark in the field behind the Oratory with all this rain going on. “What’s the next step, Molls?”
“Marriage.” Molly rushed the words, leaning under Rae’s umbrella. “If he’s willing to come to Cardiff with me, he’ll be buying me a honkin’ diamond ring next!” Molly gushed on in typical Molly style.
Rae grinned, trying to appear happy, rather than amused at her friend. Only Molly would think that was the next, logical step–at seventeen? “I really hope it works out.” She sincerely meant it. “Let’s get inside the Oratory. I’ve had enough of this wet weather, plus we’re going to be late.”
By the time they shrugged out of their rain gear, Carter was clapping his hands, calling for everyone to get into their groups. He glanced at his phone. “I’ll be right back,” he said, as he stepped out of the room. Rae noticed Kraigan and Nicholas towards the back of the large room. Making her way over, she hugged her arms and shivered in the frigid air. Almost like New York.
“How was break?” Nicholas asked Rae.
“Good. Molls came with me to New York. We wore grooves in the cement from all the shopping she did.”
“You went to New York?” Kraigan interrupted.
“Her uncle and aunt live in America,” Nicholas told Kraigan. “She moved there after her folks died.” Rae wished she had a tatù that would shut Nic up. He seemed to be entirely too open with her personal information. Not that she would have hidden the fact that she lived in America from Kraigan. It was common knowledge, there would be no point. However, the day hadn’t started well for her and she was feeling unnaturally grouchy. “Nic, would it be possible for you to stop telling every living being my personal business?” As soon as the words left her lips, Rae regretted it. The flash of hurt on Nic’s face made her stomach turn. This wasn’t like her. She needed to fix it fast. I just don’t want everyone to know…wait…that’s it. “If I see my face on any tabloids, I’m coming after youuuu!” Rae made a face and wiggled her fingers in a ridiculous imitation of a Scooby Doo Ghost. Nic just looked confused. Why do I try? Honestly? Nobody gets me. Rae sent him a thought using Maria’s tatù. I’m just kidding, or trying to. Sorry if I missed the mark.
Nic, hopped back and held his breath for a second. “Rae! That was weird! Do it again!”
“What happened?” Kraigan asked, completely missing the by-play between them.
“She just talked in my head! Do it to Kraigan! Tell him something.”
Rae laughed, relieved Nic wasn’t ticked at her. “Fine.” What did you do over the break?”
Kraigan blinked then mumbled something. Rae thought he said ‘Maria’ but wasn’t sure. “Very cool. I took a road trip all over Britain. Saw the sights and did some wicked stuff.”
Molly came over just as Kraigan spoke. “How does an orphan afford a car?”
“I don’t have a car.” He exhaled a long exaggerated breath. “Just ’cause I grew up at the orphanage, it doesn’t mean I don’t know people outside of this crap-hole.” Kraigan folded his arms. “I had a great break. I met this guy, Randy, and he’s got this younger sister. Her name’s Annabelle. We totally hit it off.” He shot a glance at Rae, as if waiting to see her reaction.
Rae resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Why would I care that he met a girl?
“Is she hot?” Nicholas asked.
“Hot with very nice assets. She was on the rebound from a guy who totally screwed her over after the summer.” Kraigan looked at Rae again. “No tatù, but she’s got this cool tattoo on her…” He grinned slyly at Rae. “I’ll tell ya later, Nic.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh, and her brother’s got a tatù.”
“No way. Did he go to Guilder?”
“Nah, he’s from one of those mega-rich families who don’t bother with this crap-hole. He said he felt bad for me when I told him I attend.”
Rae shoved her hands in her pockets. What happened to him over the break? Before she had a chance to ask, Carter returned to the hall. Whatever had drawn him out, with tension in his body language, he appeared completely relaxed when he returned. She watched him while she listened to Kraigan, wishing he would just be quiet. If he’s trying to tell me something, he should just say it or tell me later. What’s the big deal?
The buzzer for the end of class rang out and Rae felt like it was a warning. She grabbed her bag, threw her slicker on and then made a beeline for the exit. Devon better be back soon. I need to talk to someone. She should talk to Carter but she still didn’t trust him completely. Angry at the weather, at herself, at life in general, she forced her umbrella open a little too hard and swore when it went inside out. She glared at the sky when she had to wipe her face and then stared at her hand in surprise. It was raining and snowing at the same time.
“Bad sign,” she mumbled to herself. What’s Uncle Argyle saying? Rain and snow equals a dreadful omen. “How’s this week going to get any worse?” She stomped through a puddle and winced when freezing cold water sloshed inside her shoes. I know, I shouldn’t have asked. Now she had to go back to her dorm to change her pants and socks and try to find time to grab lunch before her geography class. Grrr—
Dashing into Aumbry House, she grabbed her mail and used a speed tatù to go up the stairs to her room. She tossed the mail on her desk, kicked one shoe off and then hopped around the room on one foot, trying to get her soaked pants to slide down faster. Losing her balance, she tumbled and fell, bashing the back of her head against the edge of her desk.
“Dammit! Ouch,” she shouted. She kicked her remaining shoe off, taking satisfaction in the thunk and splatter of mud it made against the opposite wall. She rubbed the goose egg already forming on the back of her head. Great. Now she had a headache and a dirty wall to clean after class. Staring at the blobs of mud, she jerked her head back when a thought hit her. She had to wince from the sudden movement, but she clued into something Kraigan had said.
Sitting upright, she drummed her fingers against the floor. He had said his new girl was Annabelle. Which could be Anna for short. Devon had dated an Anna with a brother this summer. This Randy could be the guy Devon had been looking for at the beginning of the year. And she’s got a tattoo…Heaven help Devon if he knows where it is.
Now that she thought about it, Kraigan’s hinting had been blatantly obvious. He’s mad at me. Why? Could he know about Devon and me? Rae rubbed her forehead. Or, is he trying to make me jealous? Devon seemed pretty sure the guy liked me. Could I have been leading him? These thoughts were giving her a headache on top of her sore head. Maybe he’s just putting two and two together like I just did. Wow my head hurts—
She smacked her forehead when she remembered the healing tatù she had absorbed the previous year. Focusing on the correct hum, she mended the sore spot and her headache instantly disappeared. Unfortunately, it didn’t erase the worry about Kraigan. I need to talk to him. Something’s up.
Rae buried the thoughts for the time being and managed to get through the rest of afternoon classes. The last class of the day, as she passed Kraigan on her way out the door, she mumbled, “Meet me. Fifteen minutes.”
She didn’t wait for a reply, just continued on towards Aumbry House. She skidded to a stop when Julian stepped out of Joist House on the walk ahead of her.
“You’re back!” Her heart leapt in excitement. “Is Devon in his room?”
He came down and hugged her. “Nice to see you, too. Dev’s not back yet. He stopped by his folks place to see his mom and sister. He’ll be back tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Oh.” Rae’s shoulders dropped. Talk about letting the wind out of her sails.
“Hey, don’t look so disappointed. I’m here. How about we head into town for a hot chocolate or something? There’s a dive of a pub that makes a wicked Friday fish n’ chips.” Julian checked his back pocket. “Heck, I’ll even pay.”
Rae glanced at Aumbry House. Kraigan would be waiting. I don’t have my phone. I can’t even email or text him. Rain began falling from the sky again. She decided to try mental messaging him. She had no idea where he might be and she had never had physical contact with him. The message might not send. She tried anyway. Kraigan. It’s raining. Let’s meet tomorrow. She smiled at Julian. “Well, if you’re paying, I’m in.” She held her backpack over her head. “I could use a good laugh, and I’m starving.”
“Let’s go. I was about to head out. I’ve got three paychecks I need to deposit.” They speed-walked to his car in a comfortable silence and determination to get out of the wet.
“Did you like the Liverpool jersey I got ya for Christmas, by the way?” Rae asked when they pulled out of Guilder’s parking lot. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
Julian stared straight ahead, concentrating on the road. “I—uh—yeah, thanks. I appreciate the thought.”
“The thought? It took me forever to find the new away jersey in your size.”
Julian fidgeted with the stereo. Jerry and the Pacemakers started blaring through the speakers. Rae covered her ears and burst out laughing listening to the lyrics. He was suffering. Forced to wear red when he should be blue–Everton blue.
“Sorry,” Julian turned the volume down.
“Is something wrong with the jersey?” Rae tried to keep her voice sounding innocent.
“Yeah, no, no. The jersey’s in great condition, still brand new.” Julian pulled into a parking spot outside a pub. “Still got the tags on it.” A light rain made pling-pling sounds as it hit the roof of the car.
“Don’t you like it?” Rae glanced out the window. “We’d better get inside before this drizzle turns into a downpour.”
Julian opened his door and mumbled something as he got out. He slammed it and jogged around the front of the car.
“What’d you say?” Rae got out of the car and ran to the covered entrance of the pub. She held the door open for Julian.
“I said, I appreciate the gift, but I support Everton.” He turned and looked her directly in the eye, his attitude firmly resolute and apologetic at the same time. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in red.”
Rae burst out laughing. The few patrons inside the pub turned at the loud noise. Everyone staring at her suddenly seemed funny too. She grabbed her stomach and doubled over. Her sides were killing her. “I—I—kn-know—” She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
“You know?” Julian’s brows came together. “I don’t get i—” He straightened and crossed his arm. “You bugger! You bought it on purpose?”
“Heck yeah!” She laughed. “Payback.” She waited till his eyebrows rose. “For your bet with Desiree. You’re lucky I went easy on you.”
Julian shook his head and grinned. “Funny—” He rumpled Rae’s hair. “If your fit of giggles is over, can we go eat now? I’m starving.”
Relaxed, they settled into a booth by a window, both ordering fish and chips.
“How’re things with Devon?” Julian asked while they waited for their food.
Rae took a sip of her Coke, slightly on guard and wondering why Julian had asked. “Good—I think.” Her heart stuttered. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Julian blinked and started playing with his napkin. “I’m kinda wondering the same thing.”
“What do you mean?” She had no clue what he was talking about.
He slid the tiny ripped napkin pieces in a pile. “You know my tatù lets me see small bits of the future?” He continued when she nodded. “But I still draw things and while we were away…twice actually—I drew you.”
The last drawing he had done of her was Lanford trying to kill her. Neither had figured out what it meant until nearly too late. “What did you draw?” Her heart thundered against her chest.
Julian stared down at the table a moment and then brought his head up to look her directly in the eyes. “You. And Kraigan. At night.” He let the words sink in, then leaned forward and pointed. “Are you cheating on my best friend?”
“No!” Rae almost laughed in relief. “I’m not interested in Kraigan. We’ve been chatting. I’m trying to mentor him. Devon knows all about it.”
Julian’s head pulled back. “He does?”
“Yeah. Did you show him the drawings?”
“Hell no!” He lifted his hands, shaping them in a circle. “Devon thinks the world of you. He’s actually positive you’re going to wake up, wonder what you’re doing with him and then dump ’im.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “Like that’s gonna happen.”
“I’ve been paranoid for nothing then.” He chuckled, obviously very relieved. “You know, I’m glad you guys are together, and at the same time, I feel for both of you. It’s gotta be hard hiding your relationship and being apart so much.” Julian nodded in her direction. “Especially for you, since you’re a girl.”
“Excuse me?” Rae’s brows came together.
“Man, I’m crappy at trying to explain stuff.” Julian pulled his hair out of its ponytail and then wrapped it back in. “I just mean—don’t girls like talking to their girlfriends about guys, relationships and all that stuff?”
Such a guy. Though she did get what he tried to imply. “We do, sorta. And you’re right, it sucks not having anyone to talk to. Molls is always going on and on about Reece. She even told me they’re moving in together next year.”
“Wow. Molly, serious about something? That is pretty amazing.” Julian stared at Rae, stirring his drink with the straw. “What’s going on? What’s bothering you? I can see you’re stressed out about something.” He leaned back on the bench and stretched his long arms along the top.
Rae chewed her lip. Should I tell him about Devon’s dad? What would Julian tell me about Devon dating Anna? She pretended to read the label on the malt vinegar. Life shouldn’t be this complicated. She brought her gaze back to Julian, who was looking at her. “D’you know Devon’s dad pretty well?”
Julian shrugged, his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, Dev and I have been buds from the day we got here. His dad’s cool.” He paused when he looked at her. “He can be very ambitious. He’s always pushing Devon to do more, be more, but everything Devon does, it never really seems good enough. Devon used to try so hard to win his approval, and be perfect. Finally last year, maybe after he met you, Dev started wanting to make his own decisions and mistakes. It hasn’t been an easy change. His dad’s not so great at letting go of the control.”
“Hmmm—” Rae twirled the bottle of malt vinegar with her fingers.
“Spill it, beautiful. What happened?”
Rae sighed. If I can’t talk to Devon, I might as well ask Julian what he thinks. “I’m not sure what to do.” She tapped a finger against the top of the table. “After the dance, Dean Wardell asked me to his office. I thought it was because you guys left the dance so suddenly and was going to fill me on why you guys left. I was so wrong.” She swallowed. “He warned me to stay away from Devon. Said I was bad for him, I had too much baggage with my dad’s history and I wasn’t normal enough for Devon. He said I was damaged! I…I think he saw Dev and me kiss or something.” Probably back at the beginning of the school year, when we’d gone to the movies. Her eyes burned. It became an effort to swallow past the dryness in her throat. She hated crying but this totally sucked.
“Ouch! What’d Devon say when you told him?” Julian leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table.
Rae shook her head, terrified if she spoke, the tears would start and she would be unable to stop them.
“You didn’t tell him?” His eyes grew big. “You need to. He’s going to be ticked! His dad’s always meddling.” Julian shook his head. “Dev’s old enough to make his own decisions.”
“Yeah, but the dean could make things really difficult. What if he kicked me out of school? Or told the Privy Council and…and they sent Devon far away?” She wrung her hands, trying to stop the shivers and goose bumps running down her arms.
Julian’s fist hit the table. “Mr. Wardell’s not going to say anything to the Privy Council! It’s next to impossible to even tell you and Devon like each other. He’s got no proof.” Julian grinned. “Plus, he’d look like an idiot tattle talin’ on his own son and the Privy Council’s biggest job-candidate hopeful. Like anyone wouldn’t approve of you!”
“He obviously doesn’t.” She skirted over the hint Julian made about the Privy Council wanting her to work for them. Tuck that away to think about later. “What if I tell Devon and he agrees with his dad? I don’t want to take that risk.” Rae stopped talking when the waitress brought their plates of food. She leaned over to grab the salt. “What about Anna? Devon dating some chick this summer and not bothering to mention it to me? You know how I found out? Bloody Carter brought it up – in front of Devon! Did he tell you that?” She frowned when she realized she had let her voice rise. She forced herself to lower it. “Sometimes it feels like I have to keep all these secrets, everyone has things they aren’t telling me and… and the one person I don’t want to have to hide things from is covering up stuff he doesn’t want me to know. How am I supposed to deal with that?”
Julian over-poured curry onto his chips. “Carter told you?” He appeared genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” she replied, wondering why Julian seemed focused on that one bit of information, out of everything she had just told him. “Just when I’d got back after the summer. He’d called Devon and me to the Oratory and was telling me about the brainwashing device my dad created. That’s when he said it. I don’t know how much, if anything, Carter actually knows about our relationship. Either he knows nothing and it was an innocent slip, or he was purposefully trying to break us up. Devon told me later Anna’s brother ended up being the cause for concern. But it didn’t really help.”
“It was part of his job. He had to do it. He couldn’t say no without a valid reason. And because his secret girlfriend might get mad isn’t really what the PC would consider ‘valid’. You know that right?”
She nodded. “I get it, but it doesn’t mean it didn’t surprise me any less. I barely heard from him all summer and then when I come back, I hear from someone else that he had been dating a girl? Fake or not, he could have at least mentioned it to me. He explained later about how he had to date Anna to see if he could get any information about Randy.” She bit a fry and grimaced when the hot inside burned her tongue.
“How’d you know her brother’s name? It’s classified.”
I’m spilling my guts and he’s shocked I know Randy’s name? She wasn’t going to say anything about Kraigan’s conversation, not yet. She really needed to talk to him first. So she ignored Julian’s question and threw one of her own back at him. “How am I to know Devon’s not dating anyone else and blaming it on the Privy Council?” She couldn’t keep the anger out of her voice.
“He’d never cheat on you.” The shocked expression on Julian’s face gave Rae some comfort. “He hated every moment this summer and agonized over how to explain it to you.” He took a bite of his fish and after he had finished chewing, he asked again, “How’d you know the guy’s name is Randy?”
Rae ate another chip, while debating how to tell Julian the truth while keeping Kraigan out of it. I can tell without really explaining. She took a deep breath. “Kraigan mentioned something in class today.”
“What did he say?” His body stiffened.
“He doesn’t have a clue. I heard him telling Nic he met some chick who was heartbroken from a summer romance and how he made friends with her brother who has a tatù, while she only has a tattoo. Probably a tramp stamp”
“And from that,” Julian said, ignoring her last comment, “you got Anna and Randy out of the conversation and realized it was the same gal Devon dated?” Julian had a suspicious look on his face.
“Pretty much. He mentioned Anna’s brother has a tatù but didn’t go to Guilder. There can’t be that many ‘Annas’ in the world with brothers who have tatùs. I just put two and two together.”
“I’m like the only guy who don’t trust him. I had the first drawing-vision of you and him the night of the dance.” So that’s why you seemed off in the hallway that night. Julian snorted. “Everyone keeps saying he’s an orphan and needs to find his sea legs and learn to understand his tatù. Even Carter’s got this big idea that he’s going to be some kind of superhero.”
“Maybe.” Carter probably knows more than he’s letting on. She thought back to Kraigan’s advice about Carter’s tatù. “He’s not bad. He’s just trying to find a way to fit in and is trying to figure this tatù world out. Like me. It’s hard to come into this world without any prior knowledge–a lot harder than you think.”
“I guess you’re right.” Julian sighed. “Maybe you could get a hold of his power and see if you can figure it out. Just to be safe.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Rae didn’t plan to mimic Kraigan’s ability without his permission. Julian was acting too paranoid for her comfort, and his suggestion was oddly sly for someone she had come to think of as honest and open. She was beginning to wonder if Julian had something to hide. I’m not going to be anyone’s pawn. “Juls,” she looked up at him, “don’t tell Devon about his dad, okay? I don’t want him to worry.”
“I won’t say anything for now. Mainly because he’d kick my ass for having this conversation with you.”
Yeah, I owe him for this. Rae played with a soggy fry. “I’m glad we talked. I feel better.” She forced a smile. He’s still my buddy.
“Me, too. Not sure about the feeling better— Probably more paranoid now that I’m gonna get in a crap-load of trouble with your boyfriend.” Julian laughed. “But I’m glad you got to talk. School’s only a few more months and then you can get on with life and start doing something fun, like living and maybe hanging out with your boyfriend without being worried his dad is watching you.”
He’s right. This will all be over soon. Suddenly, the crummy day didn’t seem so bad, and tomorrow looked a lot brighter. She would be seeing Devon soon.