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"Yes, it is. I wanted to get Savannah out. But I didn't. The moment came and I choked. I told myself that I was doing the best thing, leaving her in there, but deep down I knew better. I saw my chance to escape and I took it. To hell with everyone el
se."
"I don't believe that. If you left her behind, it's because you had to. We'll get her out when we go back."
"But it doesn't sound like we're going back anytime soon."
Jeremy stepped up behind us. "We'll return as soon as we're ready, Elena. You're safe, so I won't rush."
"But Savannah--"
"Our main objective is to stop these people, not to rescue anyone."
"But you were planning to go in for me."
"That's different. Clay and I were willing to take the risk. Everyone else was free to make their own decision. I won't risk your life or Clayton's by rushing in to rescue a stranger. Even a child."
"What if I decide to take that risk myself?"
"You're not free to make that decision, Elena. So long as you're part of the Pack, I can make it for you, and I am forbidding you to return."
"That's not--"
"Not fair," Jeremy finished. "Yes, we've been through this before. But it's Pack law. And don't threaten to leave the Pack because I will make certain you don't go back to that compound alone, no matter what rights to self-determination you claim. I take the responsibility for this decision. We'll make every effort to save this child when we return. If anything happens to her before we get there, blame me, not yourself."
I started to argue, but Jeremy was already walking away.
I didn't chase Jeremy down to pursue the matter. After ten years of living under his roof and his rules, I knew what worked and what didn't. Hounding him didn't. Once Jeremy made up his mind, the only way to change it was to erode the obstacles with logic and persuasion. Bring out the battering rams and he only doubled the fortifications. I'll admit, patience isn't one of my virtues, but I resolved to give the matter some time. A few hours at least. Maybe overnight.
"So the security system requires both a fingerprint check and a retinal scan?" Jeremy asked.
He was seated at the tiny dining table in our room. Clay and I were sprawled across the bed, Clay dozing, me trying hard not to join him.
"Uh, right," I said.
He jotted something onto his papers. "Index finger?"
"Huh? Oh, no. Sorry. It's a handprint, not a fingerprint. You grab the handle and it reads your handprint."
"We don't have to do this tonight. We'll have plenty of time later."
Not if I had anything to say about it. "I want to do it now, while it's fresh in my mind."
"Have we had dinner?" Clay's muffled voice floated up from the pillows.
"What?"
He rolled onto his back. "I'm counting meals. We had breakfast in Maine, then another breakfast here. Or was that brunch? If so, was the picnic lunch or dinner?"
"I'm counting it as lunch," I said.
"Good. Then let's go get dinner."
Jeremy insisted on being poite and inviting the others to join us. As Clay knocked at Kenneth and Adam's room, the neighboring door opened and Adam stepped out, turning to say a few words to someone inside. When Kenneth opened his door, Clay went in. I waited outside for Adam.
"We're going to dinner," I said. "Have you eaten?"
"Nope. I was just about to ask you guys the same thing. Let me grab my car keys."
