Hexbound
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We waited for more, but Daniel didn’t say anything else.
Scout and I exchanged a glance. He hadn’t said her name.
“What about me?” she asked.
Daniel looked at her for a few seconds, then turned back to Detroit and Naya. “Ladies, if you’ll give us just a minute, I’d like to talk to Enclave Three.”
They nodded, then disappeared out the door. When it shut behind them, all eyes turned to Daniel.
“It’s your decision,” he told Scout, “but I’d like you to consider sitting out for this one.”
The room went silent.
“Sitting out?” she asked.
“You’ve had a pretty rough go of it lately, and last night took a lot out of you—physically, magically, emotionally. Enclave Three’s job will be to protect Enclave Two if the creatures pop up, not to—”
“Oh, no,” Scout said, holding up a hand. “You are not going to go there. Varsity or not, you are not going to suggest that I can’t go on a mission because my team-mates, my Adepts, don’t have time to babysit me.”
I grimaced on Daniel’s behalf.
“Scout, let’s be reasonable—”
“I am being reasonable,” she said, picking up her messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “These people rescued me. They risked getting sucked dry by Reapers and they went to the sanctuary and they rescued me. No mother-trucking way are they going out there without me at their back. Not going to happen.”
Michael took a step forward to stand behind Scout. “She doesn’t go, I don’t go. And you know what I can do at the place.”
There was silence for a moment as Daniel considered their position. Finally, he looked at Scout. “You’re ready?”
“I’m ready,” she confirmed.
“Okay,” he said. “Then get to it.”
Everyone gathered up their bags and supplies and headed for the door—and the Adepts waiting for us outside.
I glanced back at Daniel, saw a sneaky smile on his face. I realized he’d done it on purpose—baited her on purpose—in order to rile her up, to get her ready to face whatever we might find in the tunnels.
No wonder he was sent in to supervise Katie and Smith. He was good. Sneaky, sure, but good.
Daniel caught my glance and nodded at me, then pointed at the door. “Get to it, Lily.”
I got.
6
There might have been sun outside, but the tunnels were still cold and damp.
“Do you ever wish you were an Adept in Miami or Tahiti?” I whispered to Scout, zipping up the hoodie I’d pulled over a St. Sophia’s oxford shirt.
“You mean instead of this moist, cold Midwestern underbelly?”
I hopped over the other side of the rail to avoid a puddle of rusty liquid. “Something like that, yeah.”
Since I’d given him an opening, Michael snuck between me and Scout, then slung an arm over my shoulder. “You know, if you’d been in Miami, you wouldn’t have met us.”
Scout rolled her eyes. “And what a crime that would have been.”
“Whatever. You know you love me.”
“I beg to differ, Garcia.”
He faked a smile, but it was easy to tell he’d been hurt. Stung, he moved back to walk alongside Jason.
“You’re being kind of growly with Michael,” I whispered to Scout when he was out of hearing range.
“He’s being kind of annoying.”
“He’s just being himself.”
She rolled her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just—I don’t know. Maybe Daniel was right and I’m not ready for this, you know? I mean, I did freak out last time.”
“Maybe you should tell Michael that. Let him comfort you instead of pushing him away.”
“No more daytime television for you, missy.”
“Oh, my God. Did I just give you relationship advice?”
“Yeppers.”
“Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“I knew you were teachable.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you guys always this chatty?” asked Detroit. She walked with determination, her arms crossed against the chill.
“We try to keep it light,” Scout said. “There’s more than enough darkness in the world as it is.”
“The dark isn’t as dark as you’d think.” We all glanced over at Naya, who was walking with arm extended, the tips of her fingers trailing against the wall.
“What do you mean?” Scout quietly asked.
She glanced back at us, her cloud of coffee-colored hair bobbing as she moved. “We aren’t the only ones here, or there, or anywhere. They’re all around us. They live in the gray land—the not-quite world—all around us.”
I swallowed thickly, goose bumps lifting on my arms as I fought the urge to look around me, scanning the near darkness for shadowy figures.
“Can you see them?” Scout quietly asked, and Naya shrugged.
“Sometimes. Mostly, I call to them. Talk to them. It takes a lot of energy to become visible. Sound is easier. Temperature is lots easier.” Suddenly, she stopped, eyes wide. “Have you ever been somewhere dark and quiet, and you felt a cold chill? Like the wind had blown right through your soul?”
I nodded, eyes wide, like a kid around a spooky camp-fire. I also wondered about that first time—the first time she’d seen them, or heard them, or called them. Can you imagine what it would have been like to learn about the other in the world by hearing, suddenly one day, the living dead?
Scout and I exchanged a glance. He hadn’t said her name.
“What about me?” she asked.
Daniel looked at her for a few seconds, then turned back to Detroit and Naya. “Ladies, if you’ll give us just a minute, I’d like to talk to Enclave Three.”
They nodded, then disappeared out the door. When it shut behind them, all eyes turned to Daniel.
“It’s your decision,” he told Scout, “but I’d like you to consider sitting out for this one.”
The room went silent.
“Sitting out?” she asked.
“You’ve had a pretty rough go of it lately, and last night took a lot out of you—physically, magically, emotionally. Enclave Three’s job will be to protect Enclave Two if the creatures pop up, not to—”
“Oh, no,” Scout said, holding up a hand. “You are not going to go there. Varsity or not, you are not going to suggest that I can’t go on a mission because my team-mates, my Adepts, don’t have time to babysit me.”
I grimaced on Daniel’s behalf.
“Scout, let’s be reasonable—”
“I am being reasonable,” she said, picking up her messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “These people rescued me. They risked getting sucked dry by Reapers and they went to the sanctuary and they rescued me. No mother-trucking way are they going out there without me at their back. Not going to happen.”
Michael took a step forward to stand behind Scout. “She doesn’t go, I don’t go. And you know what I can do at the place.”
There was silence for a moment as Daniel considered their position. Finally, he looked at Scout. “You’re ready?”
“I’m ready,” she confirmed.
“Okay,” he said. “Then get to it.”
Everyone gathered up their bags and supplies and headed for the door—and the Adepts waiting for us outside.
I glanced back at Daniel, saw a sneaky smile on his face. I realized he’d done it on purpose—baited her on purpose—in order to rile her up, to get her ready to face whatever we might find in the tunnels.
No wonder he was sent in to supervise Katie and Smith. He was good. Sneaky, sure, but good.
Daniel caught my glance and nodded at me, then pointed at the door. “Get to it, Lily.”
I got.
6
There might have been sun outside, but the tunnels were still cold and damp.
“Do you ever wish you were an Adept in Miami or Tahiti?” I whispered to Scout, zipping up the hoodie I’d pulled over a St. Sophia’s oxford shirt.
“You mean instead of this moist, cold Midwestern underbelly?”
I hopped over the other side of the rail to avoid a puddle of rusty liquid. “Something like that, yeah.”
Since I’d given him an opening, Michael snuck between me and Scout, then slung an arm over my shoulder. “You know, if you’d been in Miami, you wouldn’t have met us.”
Scout rolled her eyes. “And what a crime that would have been.”
“Whatever. You know you love me.”
“I beg to differ, Garcia.”
He faked a smile, but it was easy to tell he’d been hurt. Stung, he moved back to walk alongside Jason.
“You’re being kind of growly with Michael,” I whispered to Scout when he was out of hearing range.
“He’s being kind of annoying.”
“He’s just being himself.”
She rolled her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just—I don’t know. Maybe Daniel was right and I’m not ready for this, you know? I mean, I did freak out last time.”
“Maybe you should tell Michael that. Let him comfort you instead of pushing him away.”
“No more daytime television for you, missy.”
“Oh, my God. Did I just give you relationship advice?”
“Yeppers.”
“Sorry. Won’t happen again.”
“I knew you were teachable.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you guys always this chatty?” asked Detroit. She walked with determination, her arms crossed against the chill.
“We try to keep it light,” Scout said. “There’s more than enough darkness in the world as it is.”
“The dark isn’t as dark as you’d think.” We all glanced over at Naya, who was walking with arm extended, the tips of her fingers trailing against the wall.
“What do you mean?” Scout quietly asked.
She glanced back at us, her cloud of coffee-colored hair bobbing as she moved. “We aren’t the only ones here, or there, or anywhere. They’re all around us. They live in the gray land—the not-quite world—all around us.”
I swallowed thickly, goose bumps lifting on my arms as I fought the urge to look around me, scanning the near darkness for shadowy figures.
“Can you see them?” Scout quietly asked, and Naya shrugged.
“Sometimes. Mostly, I call to them. Talk to them. It takes a lot of energy to become visible. Sound is easier. Temperature is lots easier.” Suddenly, she stopped, eyes wide. “Have you ever been somewhere dark and quiet, and you felt a cold chill? Like the wind had blown right through your soul?”
I nodded, eyes wide, like a kid around a spooky camp-fire. I also wondered about that first time—the first time she’d seen them, or heard them, or called them. Can you imagine what it would have been like to learn about the other in the world by hearing, suddenly one day, the living dead?
