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Andrew seemed ready to argue, but one look at Derek told him it was useless, so he took the radio from me and sent us to safety.
Forty-two
WE FOUND THE TRUCK—an old SUV—hidden behind a neighboring barn. The door was open. A piece of metal had been jammed into the ignition to hotwire it. Simon was checking that out, trying to see if he could start it up, when three people ran from the woods: Derek, Andrew, and Tori.
Simon and I flung open the front doors and climbed into the back. Derek took the passenger seat. Tori sat on my other side in the rear.
“That was a quick rescue,” Simon said as Andrew started the truck.
“No rescue required,” Tori said. “I can take care of myself. ”
Derek muttered something about remembering that the next
time he risked his life to help her.
As Andrew got the truck moving, I asked Tori what happened. She’d been taken captive and held under guard as the others searched. At first, she’d had two guards, but when things started going wrong they’d left her with only a single guard.
“One handy binding spell later? They lost their only remaining prisoner. ”
“You think they’d have taken your spells into account,” Derek said.
“Well, they underestimated me,” she said.
Derek grunted. Simon started asking something, but Andrew shushed us while he drove the truck over a rough field. He kept the lights off and rolled along slowly.
Simon shifted beside me, getting comfortable in the cramped backseat. His hand brushed my leg, then found my hand and took it. When he smiled over at me, I smiled back.
I expected him to give his usual reassuring squeeze and let go. Instead he seemed to take my smile as a sign of encouragement and entwined his fingers with mine and rested them on my thigh. As tired as I was—my brain reeling with questions, adrenaline still pumping—a little buzz passed through me. Silly, I guess. Making a big deal out of holding hands? So fifth grade.
I was sure, for Simon, it was no big deal. While he wasn’t the first guy to hold my hand, let’s just say my experience with boys didn’t go further than that.
The buzz passed quickly, though, as we reached the road and Andrew turned on the headlights. He asked if we were all okay, and the first thing out of my mouth was, “Was my Aunt Lauren with you?”
His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror as he frowned.
“Lauren Fellows. She works for—”
“I know your aunt, Chloe, but, no, she wasn’t there. ”
“Chloe thought she saw her,” Derek said.
Simon twisted to face me. “What?”
“I—I saw someone. It sounded like her and it kind of looked like her, from what I could see in the dark…. ”
“Did you see her?” Simon asked Derek.
“He didn’t,” I said. “And he should have, because she ran right past him. ”
“You saw a ghost,” Tori said. “And you think it was your aunt. ”
“More likely a spell,” Derek said. “They have stuff like that, right, Andrew?”
“Absolutely. Glamour spells and other illusions. If you didn’t get a good look, that’s probably intentional—whoever cast it didn’t want you studying the illusion too closely. ”
That made sense, but I still couldn’t shake the gut feeling that I had seen her. Not Aunt Lauren but her ghost.
Simon leaned into my ear and murmured reassurances, saying they wouldn’t kill Aunt Lauren—she was too valuable.
“How’s your arm?” Derek asked when I stayed quiet too long, lost in my worries.
“Did you pull your stitches?” Simon asked.
“No,” Derek said. “A bullet grazed it. ”
“A bullet?”
Andrew steered to the curb and hit the brakes. “You were shot?”
“No, no. It’s just a scratch. ”
Andrew hesitated, but I assured him—and Simon—that I was fine, and Derek confirmed that the bullet had only just passed through my shirt, grazing me.
Andrew turned back onto the road. “We’ll get it cleaned up when we stop. I can’t believe they…” He shook his head.
“Hey, I skinned my palm,” Tori said. “Ground it up pretty bad. ”
“You need to check Chloe’s stitches, too,” Derek said. “She got cut with glass a few days ago. They fixed her up, but it should be looked at. ”
Tori waved her injured palm. “Anyone? Anyone?” She rolled her eyes. “Guess not. ”
“It looks sore,” I said. “We should get some iodine on it. ”
She gave a wan smile. “I can always count on you, can’t I? Guess I know who sent the cavalry back to rescue me. ”
“But you said you didn’t need rescue, remember?” Simon said.
“It’s the thought that counts. ”
“We wouldn’t have left you there, Victoria. ” Andrew glanced back at her. “Tori, is it?”
She nodded.
He smiled at her. “It’s good to see you and Simon together. ”
“Whoa, no,” Simon said. “We’re not together. ”
Tori agreed, just as emphatically.
“No, I meant—” Through the mirror, Andrew’s gaze went from Simon to Tori. “I, uh, meant all four of you. I’m glad to see you together. That’s one thing Kit and I agreed on, that the group was wrong to keep the subjects separated. ”
“So you worked for them, too?” I asked. “The Edison Group?”
Simon nodded. “He got out just before our dad. ” He looked at Andrew. “That’s how they knew where to find you, isn’t it? When we escaped, they figured we’d come here, so they grabbed you to use as bait. ”
“That seems to have been their plan. And, anyway, it was a good excuse for picking me up, something they’ve wanted to do for years. ”
“How come?” Tori asked.
“We’ll talk about that later. First, let’s find something to eat while you guys tell me what’s been going on. ”
The only place we found open was a fast-food drive-thru in the next town. I wasn’t hungry, but Simon insisted on getting me a milkshake and I sipped it as he explained to Andrew what had happened with us—Lyle House, our escape, the compound, the experiment, the deaths of Liz and Brady and Amber….
“Rachelle is still there,” Simon said as he finished. “Chloe’s aunt, too, who’s obviously their hostage now, like you were. ”
