Wanderlove (28 page)

“Fine.” She smiled tightly. “To clarify for you, I’m referring to the oracle. Otherwise known as the crystal primus. So…where the hell is it?”

I blinked once again. Was this lady serious? Was she coming to me about a crystal ball? This had to be a joke.

I wondered if this was what Baro had been referring to during Thanksgiving dinner. Did I hide some crystal ball to make sure that no one else knew where it was? Could my own family have gone to such lengths, cursing me even, just to keep it hidden? It was highly unlikely. I just couldn’t imagine this all being about some stupid crystal ball.

“I’m waiting, Lola.”

“I don’t know,” I sighed tiredly. And then I added sarcastically, “Why don’t you ask my Auntie Zetta? She sells dozens of them. All kinds of colors, too. Amethyst, quartz, jade, and citrine. They’re all real pretty. I’m sure she’ll give you a good deal since you and I are supposedly old friends.”

Again, Natasha bore the tight smile. But she didn’t respond to me. Instead, with a flick of her finger, she motioned Gorge. And suddenly he was in front of me. Without the slightest hesitation, Gorge lifted his heavy fist and it came crashing down on my right cheek. The sheer force alone knocked me from the chair and onto the floor. I was suddenly very, very awake now, and spitting out blood on the commercial carpeting. I felt my jaw for loose teeth, but thankfully, it seemed they were all still intact.

“Now let’s try this once more,” Natasha spoke. Her voice remained sinisterly cheerful. “I can be your best friend, Lola, or your greatest enemy. I think it would be very wise of you to tell me the truth. I don’t appreciate being toyed with.”

I glanced up at her from over my shoulder, looking at her tall figure from between the strands of dark hair that had fallen into my face. I swore if her henchman wasn’t there, I would have been delighted to strangle her skinny neck.

“Lady, I just got my memories back a few days ago,” I gritted out, blood still seeping from my lips. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

She nodded, contemplating what I’d said. “All right then, I’ll bite,” she told me. “You have one hour to start digging in that frazzled little brain of yours to figure out where the primus is. But if you don’t remember within the hour. . .things are going to get a little messy.”

Natasha knelt down to reach into her boot, pulling out a thin pocketknife. “You see this?” She remained at my eye level and held it up for display. “I know it’s small. Probably not even big enough to puncture a wound deep enough to kill you. . .” Her smile turned deadly. “But it is thin enough to slice directly between your fingernail and the skin on top of your finger. Gorge will show you how it works when he returns for you. . .unless of course your memories have suddenly come back to you by that point. And let’s hope that does happen-- it would make things
so
much easier for you.”

Natasha tossed the knife to Gorge and then they both proceeded to leave the room. Even with my face still throbbing and my panic at an all-time high, I couldn’t manage to stay awake long enough to try and remember anything about my past lives. I passed out on the carpet within a few moments.

It’s funny how pain can bring the worst out in people. I’d never really been good at dealing with pain in the first place. So maybe I’m a worst-case scenario. But I couldn’t be sure.

Unfortunately, for Natasha and Gorge (and my fingers for that matter), I hadn’t been able to remember where their damn crystal ball was. And when Natasha told me I would be tortured, she certainly wasn’t lying.

My fingers were still bloody.

I’d screamed the entire time-that was a given. But I’d also begged, pleaded and cried until my voice was hoarse and raw. I was a pathetic mess.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know!” I had shouted at one point. But when I couldn’t come up with a location for the primus, Gorge had set to work digging the blade of his knife under my next fingernail.

It had been excruciating. I’d even passed out halfway through the first hand. But lucky for me, Gorge just happened to have smelling salts.

Wouldn’t you just know it. . .

And as soon as I came to, he went to work right where he left off.

When the torturing hadn’t produced any information from me, Gorge left me alone for another hour. The next time he appeared, I was greeted with a blow to my rib cage, knocking me down to the floor. I was almost positive he’d cracked a bone.

Natasha ordered him to leave me be at that point. She was starting to believe I really didn’t know where their crystal was. But Gorge had argued with her. “Do you really believe she’s telling the truth? She gave her own life to protect it! What makes you think she’ll give it up so easily?”

Natasha contemplated his argument, staring at me with a set of darkly shadowed irises. “You’re right,” she’d finally conceded. “Let’s give her the night to think things over. If she still refuses to speak tomorrow, we’ll saw off her entire hand.”

They’d left the room after that, right before I’d thrown up all over the floor. Since there hadn’t been anything in my stomach to begin with, not much came up. It was mostly liquid, but it reeked, making my environment that much more unpleasant.

I tried my best to move to the other side of the pole I had been re-tied to, groaning because I felt a sharp pain coming from my rib cage.

This had to be the closest reality to hell. And tomorrow it would only become worse. Tomorrow I’d lose a hand. I wished I could cry, but I didn’t have any tears left, as dried out as I was. I thought it ironic because I’d always considered myself the rare weeper. Oddly though, I’d found myself crying a good deal these days.

More than anything, I longed for Gabe. I sighed dreamily, imagining him coming to my rescue. The fantasy brought me a small comfort. I could just imagine him putting his arms around me now, telling me everything would be all right. He’d swear to me he’d never let anyone hurt me ever again. I almost smiled. That was just the sort of thing he would say. . .and then he’d caress my face and kiss my lips. He’d stroke my hair and pull me close. He’d wake me up from this nightmare.

Sometime during the night, I’d found the ability to drift off to sleep. Yet something had woken me. I sat up, and then grimaced as I felt my back and side scream from pins and needles. The pole was definitely no recliner.

I suddenly heard a clicking sound, which terrified me. I glanced up at the window, verifying that it was still nighttime. Daylight meant the loss of my hand and I wasn’t ready to deal with that yet.

The door creaked open and an outline of someone’s shadow filled the light within the doorway.

“Lola?” I heard a male voice call out. “Are you in here?”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even make a sound because I was so stunned. But he noticed me anyway and moved to my side.

“Thank God, you’re alive!” he exclaimed, reaching for my ropes.

I marveled as Cam’s features came into view. “They sent
you
to rescue me?”

He paused in his efforts to untie the rope that had been restraining me in order to bestow the most derisive look I’d ever seen come from him.

“Well if that ain’t gratitude for you, I don’t know what is,” he grumbled.

“Sorry,” I stammered. “I just assumed Gabe would come if anyone did.”

“Oh, he’s here,” Cam told me. “He’s outside-- beating the hell out of your abductors.”

I couldn’t help the feeling of immediate relief. I even sighed. He came for me! He still cared for me! And I would be eternally happy!

“You’re remarkable,” Cam said, shaking his head. “You’re completely in love with him and yet you refuse to let him see it. Why?”

I pulled the ropes off my hands with a vengeance. It felt so good to be free and in the same instance, I was completely annoyed with Cam for seeing right through me.

“Thank you, Cam,” I muttered. “Now, can we please get going?”

“By all means.”

Standing up, however, proved more difficult than I’d thought it would be. I stumbled, but caught myself on the pole I’d been tied to.

“Hey, are you okay?” Cam asked. His voice now held traces of concern.

“Yeah, I think so.” I attempted to right myself, more slowly this time. “I’ve just been sitting there for so long. . .”

There must have been a flicker of light illuminating my movement because Cam let out a low gasp. Then I realized how awful I must look, how my face and fingers were still stained with blood. I’d completely forgotten about it. “It probably looks worse than it really is,” I assured him.

Cam’s eyes glittered with unshed tears. He traced my jaw with the barest touch of his index finger and then he sighed heavily. “My God, Lola. . .Gabe is going to murder whoever has done this to you.”

Cam helped me amble down the stairs and led me outside of the office building. I didn’t recognize the area, so I assumed we were a good distance away from home.

Out in the parking lot, Gabe held Gorge up by his collar, against the side of his truck. But as soon as he saw Cam and me coming, he threw Gorge down to the ground. He was almost immediately at my side.

I think he went to reach for me, but then he noticed my face. I saw him swallow. Cam didn’t help matters by grabbing my wrist and holding up my hand for Gabe to view.

“She was tortured,” he informed his brother.

Gabe didn’t speak for a moment, but I could see the tension building in his brow and in his shoulders. Eventually, in a very low and deep voice, he asked me, “Which one of them did this to you?”

I felt a little panicked at that moment. I wondered if Cam was right. I wondered if Gabe would actually kill Gorge. Granted, I hated that man with a passion beyond any rage I’d ever felt before. . .but I didn’t want his death on my conscious and I didn’t want it on Gabe’s, either.

“Gabe, I--”

“Answer my question, Lola.” He didn’t shout at me, but his tone remained serious.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked to Cam, searching his eyes for an answer. “It’s okay, Lo,” Cam assured me. “You can tell him.”

Trusting that Cam would know how to handle things around his brother, I lifted my hand and pointed to Gorge. “Him,” I said in a small voice.

Gabe nodded. Then, he turned to Cam and commanded roughly, “Take her back inside.”

“What?” I said, startled.

Cam gently, but forcefully took my arm and began to lead me back towards the main door of the office building.

“No!” I cried. Gabe removed a gun from the back of his pants. I heard the click, indicating he’d turned the safety off. “Gabe, you can’t do this!” I screamed.

“Get her out of here!” Gabe shouted. I was suddenly lifted up over Cam’s shoulders and carried inside of the building. I cried out from the pressure he’d put on my torso. Cam released me once we were inside. But as soon as he let me go, he blocked the only exit.

Still hoarse from screaming earlier, my voice wouldn’t carry very far. I still tried with all my might to shout to Gabe. Fat tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably and I pounded on Cam’s chest as I tried to move him out of my way.

“Gabe-- Gabriel,
please! Please don’t kill him
!”

But Cam wouldn’t budge. And then it was too late. I stopped shouting when I heard the gunshot blare.

Slowly, I dropped down to the ground in a daze, the noise ringing in my ears. Cam knelt to my side. “I’m sorry you had to be here for that.”

“How could you?” I asked him angrily. “You lied to me. You told me that I could tell him. You said it would be okay!”

Cam didn’t seem the least bit remorseful. Without flinching, he said, “It was okay, Lola, because that man deserved to die. I wanted him dead, too.”

It shocked me how cold Cam’s voice sounded. How could my cheerful friend so easily turn this callous? I didn’t understand it. This time, when I pushed him out of my way, he actually let me around him.

Outside, I found Gabe tying Natasha up by her hands and feet. She looked as if she’d been knocked unconscious.

I couldn’t help but think of how I’d prayed so hard that Gabe would find me. I’d dreamed of him coming for me, and fantasized about running into his arms. I would feel safe there, had always felt safe there. There was a part of me that still wanted to find comfort in his arms, even after knowing what he’d done.

“Why did you have to kill him?” I asked bitterly. My tears were replaced with anger. “Now you’re no better than he is.”

Slowly, Gabe walked towards me, though he didn’t come too close. He didn’t wrap his arms around me like I’d hoped for. He didn’t stroke my hair or caress my cheek. Instead, he merely told me, “That man died so that he will never have the chance to do what he did to you to anyone else. At least not in this lifetime. And you may not think I’m any better than him. But I assure you, Lola, I
will
be able to sleep tonight. I’ll sleep soundly knowing that he’s dead and you’re safe.”

With that said, Gabe walked away from me.

The area surrounding the remote office building became a crime scene not long after Gabe shot my abductor. I sat on the bed of his truck, watching as police officers, EMTs and a few spectators began to arrive at our location. Bitterly, I wondered where all these people suddenly emerged. Where had they been while I screamed at the top of my lungs for hours on end?

At least it seemed like everything was under control. Gabe was making his rounds with the investigators, answering questions and helping to detain Natasha. He was very calm and collected. It seemed so natural for him, but I supposed he was in his element. It was almost as if it was just another day on the job for him.

I heard Gabe mention to Cam that there might be others in Natasha and Gorge’s tribe lurking somewhere nearby. This news alarmed me. But then I also heard him say that if there was anyone out there, he doubted they would show up. I sincerely hoped he was right.

Thankfully, there were no sign of news reporters yet. I wanted to be on my way home by the time any arrived. I really didn’t want to be filmed, especially in this condition. I was hopeful that this kidnapping thing would stay quiet, but I knew it usually wasn’t the case. The American media was known for making it a big deal any time a minor went missing. On the other hand, it did seem like Gabe and Cam were trying their best to involve me as little as possible and for that I was immensely grateful.