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“No one’s forgotten that,” Misha replies harshly.
This is going off the rails. “We should get back to what you found,” I say.
“Right, so, anyway,” Misha says. “The point is that there were three people in that car. Malon, his wife, and their six-year-old kid. They were all seriously hurt. The newspaper article was just a stub but we managed to find more information about it all.”
“The truth is that they were all in really bad condition,” Luke says. “They were all close to death.”
“And then Malon started to recover,” Misha continues. “Of course, there are no medical records or anything of the sort, but this was a time when people were still keeping online journals, so we cross referenced a few. Many people in their town were amazed at his quick recovery.”
“And his wife’s,” Luke says.
“And then his kid died.”
TRINE
I’ve been listening to everything they’re saying, and I’m pretty sure they’re holding back.
I’m not an idiot–not exactly, anyway. I’ve always known Malon is a demon, so he can’t be a good guy, but I guess both the protection from him and my lust for him have made it easy for me to feel like he’s on my side.
But of course he has a past. Everyone has a past.
Mine involves sorta accidentally killing my mother. Malon is an actual demon, so his has to be worse. And I sort of understand why Luke and Misha are here, trying to convince me not to listen to him.
They care about me.
They’re trying to protect me.
Still, I can’t help but feel somewhat resentful as I see Malon, someone who always looks strong and scary and put together, shrinking in his seat. They don’t seem to notice what they’re doing to him, or if they do, they’re probably happy about it.
I’m about to jump in to defend him when Malon’s head snaps up and he narrows his eyes. “Let me take the story from here,” he says, his gaze flitting furiously between Misha and Luke. “Would you be okay with that, doctor?”
He doesn’t even look at Rei, who answers quietly. “I have nothing to do with this.”
“I think you have plenty to do with this, considering you’re the one who’s taken charge,” Malon says. “But whatever patchwork investigation you did, it’s not going to really tell you all the facts, Trine. It’s not going to tell you what was happening at the time.”
“So you’ll tell me,” I say, meeting his gaze.
His green eyes darken as he looks at me. “Yes,” he says. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, Trine. All you ever have to do is ask.”
I take a deep breath and look at him. I can feel my body tensing. This could be bad. “I want to know,” I say. “Are they telling the truth?”
“Yes,” he says softly. “They’re telling the truth.”
Maybe it’s my imagination, or maybe it’s just that I want to see the best in him, but I think I see his eyes water. He blinks his tears away, his jaw hardening as he looks up at me.
“But that is only the beginning of the story,” he says. “That’s not really everything you need to know. No blog is going to tell you how Malon O’Mara was feeling at the time.”
“But I assume you can,” Luke says, his voice dripping with disdain. “Considering you’re in his body and all.”
“I can, yes,” Malon replies. “But I’m not talking to you, Father.”
“Tell me,” I say.
He trains his gaze on me, his eyes narrowing as he does. He’s really good-looking, but his eyes are so dark and intense, it’s hard to focus on anything else. I’m vaguely aware of the arch of his brows, of the long dark eyelashes contrasting with his light complexion.
“He was a good man,” Malon starts. “At least, from what I can tell. He was kind of well-known in his town, people liked him. Good counselor. Good person. Family oriented.”
I blink when he takes a breath.
