Hell, could they be watching me now? I couldn’t let myself think about it.
The sense of violation sliced through skin and bone. They’d been watching us from the beginning. I wanted to take all these pictures. I wanted to burn them. Where there should’ve been fear, there was only anger. Who gave them the right to do this? With an anger so potent I could taste it, I gathered up the photos and placed them back in the file. I knew I couldn’t take them. Shoving them back into the drawer, I stood with hands trembling.
The bottom of the drawer poked up at the corner. Shoving the file back, I reached down and felt around until I got a grip on the edge. Peeling the contact paper back, I saw several sheets of paper. Most of them were receipts, which seemed odd to hide, considering everything. There were bank slips, too, showing money transfers. My eyes bugged at the amounts. Another slip of paper had an address with the letters DB written under it.
Dawson Black? Dee Black? Daemon Black?
Shoving the slip of paper into my pocket, I pressed the contact paper back down and put the file away. I closed the door, feeling numb as I started to stand.
“What are you doing in here?” a voice demanded.
Chapter 29
My heart leaped in my throat at the question. I jerked up, letting the rush of energy move along my skin, but the moment I locked eyes with the person standing in the doorway, I gasped.
Moonlight coming in from the window washed over Bethany’s pale face as she stepped into the room. Jeans and a T-shirt hung off her slender body. Her dirty hair fell in clumps. “What are you doing in here?”
“Bethany?” I croaked.
She cocked her head to the side. “Katy?” Her voice mimicked mine.
Taken aback by the fact she knew my name, I stared at her. “How do you know who I am?”
An eerie, faint smile tugged at her lips. “Everyone knows who you are,” she said in a singsong voice that reminded me of a child. “And so do I.”
I swallowed. “You mean the DOD?”
“I mean whoever is watching knows. They always know. They always hope, too. Whenever we get close.” She paused, closing her eyes, sighing. “They hope we get close.”
Oh, boy, this chick was cracked like Humpty Dumpty. “Beth, is the DOD keeping you?”
“Keeping me?” She giggled. “I can no longer be kept. He knows that. He keeps catching me, though. It’s almost like a game. A never-ending game where no one really wins. I come here…my family. My family is no longer here.”
She sighed. “You really shouldn’t be here. They will see you. They will take you.”
“I know.” I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. “Beth, we can—”
“Don’t trust him,” she whispered, glancing around the room. “I did. I trusted him with my life, and look what happened.”
“Who? Blake?” Not like she needed to tell me that. “Look, you can come with me. We can keep you safe.”
She straightened, shaking her head. “You can’t do anything for me now.”
“But we can.” I took a step forward, reaching out to her. “We can help you, protect you. We can get Dawson back.”
“Dawson?” she said, eyes going wide.
I nodded, hoping I’d found the key to make her listen to me. “Yes, Dawson! We know he’s alive—”
Bethany threw up her hand, and a burst of hurricane-strength winds slammed into my chest, lifting me off my feet. I hit the wall with enough force I swore I heard plaster crack. And I stayed there, pinned several feet off the ground, my hands and legs planted against the wall.
Apparently bringing up Dawson’s name was not the right thing to do.
She moved so fast I didn’t see her until she was standing below me. Long, stringy strands of hair lifted off her shoulders, spreading out around her like a modern-day Medusa. Her feet came off the ground as the outline of her body blurred, swathed in a bluish light. Within seconds, she was eye level with me.
Holy crap…I’d never seen Blake do anything like that.
“There is no hope for me,” she said, dropping the kid voice. “I’m not even sure there is any hope for you. So you should leave here, take your chances with the Arum, or you’ll end up like me.”
Icy fear trickled down my spine. “Bethany…”
“Listen to me and listen closely.” She was now above me, looking down as her head nearly touched the vaulted ceilings. “Everyone is a liar. The DOD?” She laughed, a high-pitched giggle. “They don’t even know what they plan. They are coming.”
“What are you talking about?” I tried to peel my head off the wall, but she wouldn’t let me budge. “Beth, who is coming!”
The blue light enveloped her completely. “You need to go NOW!”
I suddenly dropped from the wall, hitting the floor in front of the door with a loud grunt. Scrambling to my feet, I whipped around.
Bethany looked just like a Luxen, except her light was blue and less intense. She floated over the ceiling, her voice picking up in my head. Go. Go before it’s too late. GO!
A pulse of energy nudged me out the door and down the hall. She wasn’t giving me much of a choice. At the top of the stairs, I spun around and tried one more time. “Bethany, we can—”
She slid down the wall and lifted both hands. Before I could scream, I tipped over the top step and fell backward down the steep stairs. I stopped a foot above the landing, bouncing in air as if I were hooked to a bungee cord.
My feet swung down onto the landing, and I was suddenly standing.