“We don’t have much information, but Angel is looking for others like us, before Will and Zebulund’s little club can find us,” Maggie says seriously.
“Is that how Angel found me?” I ask.
“They weren’t sure. They suspected that you might be one of the Lost Children.”
“Lost Children? I don’t understand.”
Maggie glances to Roe, her face apprehensive. “I wasn’t sure how much you knew. Angel guessed not much.”
My head shakes, dumbfounded.
“Bad people are looking for you. And me. And at least a couple of others. Getting info out of Angel is tricky. But what I understand is that you have been hunted, just like me.”
They will find her.
My grandparent’s conversation snaps into focus, all those years ago. They were afraid that whoever these people are would find me. It was never about me being out of control.
“You are powerful, that much I know,” Maggie says. Glancing at Nathaniel she adds, “And I’m kidding about ladies only. We can use all the help we can get. The bad guys have loads of money and a deep-seated hatred to fuel them.”
Nathaniel nods and the wheels turn behind his eyes.
“We’ll do whatever we can,” I say.
There are so many unknowns. What about Nathaniel’s team? Lite-Brite? What does that mean for us?
But my head is throbbing again. “I’m not moving anymore. Let them come and find me. They have no idea who they’re messing with.” My voice is weak but the vehemence is there.
Nathaniel smiles sadly. “They don’t stand a chance.”
“We’ll figure everything out. Don’t worry right now. Just rest,” Maggie says. “We’re up in LA for a bit while Roe finishes his movie. We’ll be in contact. Just be on the lookout. And check in with Angel when you can.”
I’m so thrilled to know there are others like me. But I am also worried about the future. I feel so many things but my brain is mushy and needs rest. Maggie and James say their goodbyes and leave as I fight to keep my eyes open.
I’m fading fast but reach out for Nathaniel’s hand. “What are we going to do?” I ask, the words slurring.
“We’re going to take it one day at a time. Me and you. Forever,” he says, gently brushing my hair back.
My eyes drift closed. I mumble, “Forever,” and drift off to sleep.
