Kindred (26 page)

I try to smile as if everything is as great as it was when I left and I guess I’m pulling it off because Beverlee doesn’t seem to detect anything different. I hug her and Uncle Carl before heading upstairs with Isaac carrying my bags for me.

He closes my bedroom door after setting the bags on the floor.

“What’s on your mind, love?” he says.

I get the duffle bag next to him and toss it on the bed, pulling everything out of it just to be doing something. I still can barely look him directly in the eyes. I just feel so stupid.

“Nothing really,” I say, tossing my dirty clothes from the bag into the laundry basket by the closet.

“You must hate me,” he says and I stop what I’m doing and look over at him.

“I could never hate you.” My chest shudders lightly. “It’s not your fault anyway. It’s mine.”

I’m not sure what I’m saying, because I honestly don’t know which of us is at fault. All I do know right now is that I don’t want him feeling wounded for something that he shouldn’t.

I’m the one lying to
him
. I’m the one keeping so many secrets and I’m the one he falsely believes wholeheartedly is his and his alone. I don’t believe anymore that he knows about the Blood Bond. If he knew, he would be taking care of me in the ways I need to be taken care of.

I know he would. I don’t doubt this anymore.

I should’ve just told the truth when I had planned to, but now I’m back to being afraid and ashamed of the truth. Afraid to tell him that Viktor is alive, of breaking his heart not
once
, when he realizes how unloving his father is, but
twice
, when he learns what Viktor did to me.

Yes, I should’ve told him when I had the courage.

So, I guess all of this really
is
on me. It
is
my fault and I can’t let Isaac stand there for a second longer feeling that any part of it is his. I can’t be mad at him because he didn’t want to have sex with me. I know he’s worried because I’ve not been in my right mind lately that he would feel like he’s taking advantage of me—
I’m
the one being selfish! I could have an asshole boyfriend that didn’t care about something like that. But that’s not Isaac. He would never hurt me like that.

I go over to him and hug him, letting my head fall against his body. He squeezes me so tight. “I could
never
hate you,” I say again, but with more urgency. “You’re everything to me and I’ll love you until I…,” I swallow, still holding back the tears, “…until I can’t anymore.” They weren’t the words I wanted to say.

“We’ll get through this,” he says pulling me away from his chest to look at me, his hands braced against the sides of my neck, his fingers spread to touch my face. “Nathan’s going to be at the store tonight and hopefully he’ll see Genna there.” He smiles briefly, but then it fades and becomes something dark. “And if he can’t fix this the easy way then I’ll do it the hard way.”

I don’t like the sound of that and instantly my guard goes up. “What is the hard way, Isaac?” But already I know what he’s going to say.

“I’ll kill her if I have to. You know I will.”

My breath catches and I feel my body tense up. I shake my head disapprovingly. “But Nathan said—”

“I don’t care what Nathan said.” His bright blue eyes seem to churn with resolve. “I will do whatever I have to in order to protect you. I don’t care from who, or what.”

A single tear escapes down my cheek and Isaac kisses it away. “You
have
to know that.” He crushes me against him, enveloped in his arms and I can’t help but feel like those last words held so much more meaning than what I know. The intensity in his voice was so resolute, so pleading.

“Tell me that you believe it,” he says, still holding me close.

“I do believe you,” I say. “I do.”

Beverlee’s voice travels up the stairs. Isaac and I let go of each other as she knocks once first before opening the door to let us know she doesn’t want to catch us in an awkward moment.

“How was your trip?” she says.

Isaac buries his hands in his pockets.

“We had a lot of fun,” I say. “Went to that lighthouse in Cape Elizabeth and hung out Downtown a lot. It was great.”

Regardless of Isaac and me not getting caught in an awkward moment, things still feel awkward. It’s difficult to push down the conversation Isaac and I just had so quickly, and replace our anguished faces with fake smiles for Beverlee’s sake.

“Well, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Beverlee says, still standing in the doorway, “but I wanted to see if you’d go with me to Rita’s house in a bit and help us set up for her scrapbooking party.” I wince, but I don’t think she notices. “I know it’s short notice,” she goes on, “but she kind of called me last-minute. If you don’t want to go, it’s—”

“No, I’ll…I’ll go with you and help out,” I say smiling across the room at her. I can tell by the way Isaac’s gaze strays toward the floor that he is not happy about this.

“Thank you, Adria,” Beverlee says, beaming. “I’ll let you unpack. We’ll leave in about an hour. Oh, and you don’t have to stay for the party—I won’t torture you
that
much. I’ll give you a ride home after we set up, okay?”

I nod, smiling appreciatively, because she’s right; making me sit through a scrapbooking party would seriously be torture.

Beverlee shuts the door after she slips out.

“You can’t be by yourself,” Isaac says as the false relaxed demeanor sheds off his body as soon as Beverlee is gone. “I’ll go with you.”

I laugh. “No, you won’t go with me. It’s kind of like being forced to watch a chick-flick marathon—you’d be all buckets-of-crazy.” I kiss him on the cheek. “You can’t be with me everywhere. I’ll be fine. If I see Genna—”

“And what if you don’t actually
see
her?” he says. “And now that she knows she can’t hide from you as easily, she’ll use other means: hallucinations, anything….”

“I’ll handle it,” I say, though I don’t really believe it. “Nathan was onto something about that companionship stuff—Genna does seem kind of nice as weird as that may be.”

“I don’t like it.”

I smile warmly at his protectiveness. “I won’t be gone long. And I promise if I start to feel
anything
, I’ll call you right away. I promise.”

Isaac gives in. He knows he has to, as much as he is against it. If he had his way, he’d be with me every second of the day just so he could watch over me.

~~~

I made it through scrapbooking duty unscathed, and Beverlee had me home before dark. But between just getting back from Portland and going with Beverlee pretty much straight after I got home, I was passed out in my bed before ten o’clock.

The softness of Isaac’s words whispering in my ear gradually brings me back to life.

“Wake up, baby.”

I roll over to face him, curling myself into the fetal position and clutch the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders. It takes me a minute to realize that Isaac’s really in my room and that I’m actually half-asleep. I moan a little into his body, not wanting to wake up.

“I need you to go with me,” he says softly, tracing my eyebrow with his fingertip.

My eyes creep open, expecting to see sunlight shining through the window, but I quickly grasp that it’s still pitch dark outside. I let them open the rest of the way and it takes a moment to adjust. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand to see that it’s almost one o’clock in the morning.

“Go where?” I say, still trying to get my voice to wake up too.

His finger traces along my jawline and then he gently takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning down to kiss my lips. “They’ve moved Aramei,” he says after pulling away.

I rise from the bed, propping myself up by my elbow. “What? They moved her? Why?” I say, rubbing the haze from my eyes and pushing my body to sit up the rest of the way. The moonlight flooding the room from the curtain-less window makes Isaac’s outline look so dark next to me, but I can clearly see his face and the curvature of his cheekbones.

“My father moves her around from time-to-time,” he says, still in a low voice since we’re the only ones awake in the house. But since Beverlee and Uncle Carl are downstairs now, I don’t worry about them hearing us.

“Can’t Nathan or Zia stay with her this time?” I look at him irritably, not because he’s asking me to get up and go with him, but because I’m getting tired of it always being him stuck with the job.

“Damn, Isaac,” I go on, “why can’t Trajan take care of his own responsibilities?” I toss the blanket off my legs and reach up to rub my eyes some more.

I hear him sigh next to me.

“I know,” he says, dispirited, “but my father has a lot of responsibilities being what he is.”

“But why you?” I snap. “It’s always you and I’m sick of it.”

I stand up from the bed and he follows. “You know I’ll go with you, but don’t tell me you’re sneaking into my bedroom at one in the morning to get me to go because you’re worried about Genna.”

“I can’t tell you that.”

I let out a frustrated breath.

“I’m sorry,” he says, hooking his hands around my arms, “but until I know she’s going to leave you alone and move on to somebody else, I’m not leaving you here with me more than an hour’s drive away.”

His gaze is sincere and unwavering.

I kiss him on the cheek just at the edge of his mouth. “I know…it’s okay; I’ll go with you.”

I don’t want to go. I’ve only seen Aramei once in all this time and after that night I knew I couldn’t bear to see her ever again. And now, knowing that I’m a millisecond away from ending up just like her, being in her presence and reminded of my fate, it’s the last place I want to be. But Isaac needs me and the longer I think about it, I start to convince myself that maybe seeing her again is something
I
need. Maybe there’s something I missed the first time I was there. Maybe I’ll find some kind of closure.

Who the hell am I kidding?

There’s not much in the way of closure to ending up a vegetable.

Isaac walks over to the chair by the window and grabs my lounge pants for me. As I’m pulling them up over my panties I say, “I take it Nathan didn’t see Genna at the store tonight then?”

“Not a sign of her.”

“Well, what if he
never
sees her again?” I say, pulling my hair into a neater ponytail. “You can’t drive yourself crazy always worrying about me. I’ll put a stop to that real quick.”

“What’ll you do?” he says, though I do sense the faintest bit of humor hidden in his tone. This time though, he doesn’t let it interrupt the seriousness of the conversation.

“I don’t know,” I say, slipping on my sweater, “but I’m just telling you in advance.”

“Where are you going?”

“To brush my teeth,” I say from the door of my room.

“We don’t have time for that.”

I open the door and step out into the hall. “Well, at least let me hit the Listerine.”

We slip quietly out the front door, but not before I write a quick note for Aunt Bev saying Zia dragged me to her house, and leave it on the kitchen bar.

“So, where did they move her?”

We’re heading northwest and just like the last time, I already get the feeling this is going to be a long night. I want to curl up next to Isaac and sleep the whole way there, but the bucket seats in his Jeep make that idea difficult to pull off.

“It’s a secluded cabin about an hour and a half from here,” he says while I’m trying to curl against my door instead. “It’s only temporary; my father will probably move her again in a few days.”

I groan laying my head against the window, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“And I take it you’ll be going wherever he moves her then, too?”

I feel his hand on my thigh. “Does it really bother you that much?”

I rise up, deciding that there’s no way I’m going to get comfortable enough to sleep. I turn my back at an angle, half against the seat, half against the door, and I cross my arms over my chest. “Only that he expects you to be her babysitter—Isaac, I just—.” I raise my head from the seat and Isaac looks over at me briefly. “Can I be honest with you?”

“I always want you to be honest,” he says and it stings for a second. “Baby, I know you hate my father and it’s okay.”

“No, I don’t hate him. I know you look up to him and I know that he’s not exactly Mr. Smith who lives next door and doesn’t mind if the neighbor borrows his lawnmower—I can look past the fact that he’s a werewolf. I understand what he is and what you are and that your ways are different from ours.” I pause and he glances over at me again.  “I just think he could be a little more…loving.” It actually sounded pretty stupid saying it, but what I didn’t catch in time was that it also might’ve stung Isaac a little. Isaac may have grown up like this, devoid of the kind of love that humans feel from their families and it shouldn’t bother him as much as it might a human, but I know more than anyone that Isaac, being around humans so much all his life, started to crave love like we experience it.

He told me this himself months ago at Harvey’s Coffee when we were still getting to know each other.