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“How much time do you think we have?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.
“Before they find us, kick us out and maybe call the police? I don’t know. Probably not much.”
“We should go,” she says.
“We should definitely go,” I reply.
But she doesn’t move…and neither do I.
MISHA
In an ideal world, I wouldn’t be following anyone anywhere.
Then again, in an ideal world, the girl I seem to have caught feelings for wouldn’t be possessed and she also wouldn’t be sleeping with my friends. Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t really had time to process that, considering everything else we’ve had to focus on. Trine being so sick has distracted me from anything that isn’t her. We’re trying our best to help her out, but it’s hard when she doesn’t want the most severe kind of intervention.
I think it’s obvious that she’s having a hard time. It’s not getting better. The last time we tried to exorcise her, it was worse. Now she’s friends with a demon, she thinks that the apocalypse is coming–which, to be fair, it probably is–and she believes that he’s defending her from whatever is inside her.
I don’t think he would do anything to her. He might be a demon, but he’s not stupid. He knows we would kill him if he ever hurt her. But I don’t like her being alone with him, and so when I notice that she’s gotten into the black sedan he rented, I don’t hesitate to jump in the rental car and follow them.
I would rather keep my eyes on them and have Trine think I’m creepy than leave her unprotected from this man and whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing. I think I’m going to go by myself, but both the doctor and the priest jump up as soon as I’m about to leave the rental house.
They seem to know exactly what I intend to do. When we get into the car, neither one of them says a thing. I follow Malon’s car, making sure to stay a few vehicles behind so that he might not cop on to the fact that we’re onto him.
I’m surprised to see them turn into the parking lot of a modern-looking building.
“A church,” Salinas says, as if he can read my mind.
“What a surprise,” Woods says under his breath.
They both sound just as annoyed as I feel. And I’m really fucking annoyed. I park relatively far away from the church and watch as Trine and Malon leave his car, holding each other as if they were a couple.
I can feel my blood boiling.
I want to go in there and drag her away from whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but I choose not to, despite how difficult I find it. I kill the ignition and stare at them. I shouldn’t have turned the engine on, the sweltering heat in the car makes it very difficult to focus, but I didn’t want to call attention to the fact that we followed her here.
“Maybe we should go in there,” Salinas says.
“No,” Woods replies. “We shouldn’t. What do you think is going to happen when she realizes we’ve been following her? She’s not going to like that.”
“Maybe she’ll be less annoyed if we disclose that we felt the need to follow her,” Salinas says.
“Or maybe we should just sit here and wait to bail her out when she needs us to,” I say.
Salinas glares at me. I cross my arms over my chest, my jaw hardening as my heart beats faster. “Look, I’m not excited about this,” I say. “I wish we weren’t here at all, but we’re clearly overwhelming her. We probably don’t want her to know we’re here if we don’t want her to actually balk.”
“What do you mean actually balk?” Woods asks. “What’s she doing now?”
“She’s going out, and there’s every time that she’s going to come back,” I reply. “Like she thinks we haven’t noticed.”
“Maybe this is part of the possession,” Woods says quietly. I think he’s probably trying to convince himself. “This might be one of those behaviors that isn’t entirely normal.”
“What does she normally behave like, doctor?” I ask. I’m surprised at how angry I sound, at how angry I am. This isn’t Rei’s fault, but he usually tries his best to keep things reasonable and at a generally even keel. This isn’t like him. He doesn’t let things get to him. When he does, it has a tendency to make me panic.
Woods glares at me.
“I just assumed you needed to get a baseline of what her behavior was like,” I say. “Since that seems diagnostically important.”
“Fuck off, Misha,” he says. “Why don’t you worry about your job and I’ll worry about mine?”
