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“I have.”
Insightful.
“And they’re okay?”
The tension that wraps around my insides is like a vice, and I can barely breathe until he answers, my steps nothing but automatic at this point.
“For now.”
Tipping the microphone away from my head, I close my eyes, releasing the held breath as quietly as I can manage.
“We’re down to seven,” I say by way of a reply.
“Four more to go.”
As if I can’t count.
“Almost half way,” he continues.
As if half way would be good enough. It’s all or nothing for this man. Always has been.
“Don’t let me down.”
As if that would be an option.
If The Sect didn’t bury me, he would.
“The bands,” I rush out before I can rethink the question. Not that it comes out as a question, but still. “Can you request more than one? Can you receive more than one?”
I’m not sure why I’m even asking him, he wouldn’t know, he hasn’t cared about anyone or anything for his entire life. I’m sure his Angel was nothing more than a means to an end.
“Interesting.” The word curls from him like smoke. “You can’t request more than one, from what I remember. Or if you did, it would likely be rejected, but I can’t see why you wouldn’t be able to receive more than one. Although, that would make it tricky if one of you were tofail.”
Fail.
The word is a stone in my stomach as I stop, pushing my way back into the trees, into the darkness. Where I can see better, and think better. Remove the softness that’s crept into me just by being here.
“It would be a chain reaction,” I ponder, thinking of the logistics of such a situation.
“Yes, that’s like the way it would be approached.”
“Good to know. Thank you.”
It’s not quite what I was hoping for, but there’d be a way to make it work if needed. I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting a helpful answer from him, but this, I can work with.
“Is this for that girl?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
He saw us together today, and has, no doubt, had report after report sent back showing how much time we spend together, both as part of a larger group and alone. But it’s good to have his spies confirmed, I suppose.
“Or is it for the boy you’ve been spending all your time with?”
There’s no inflexion in his tone, and warning prickles at the back of my neck.
“Maybe,” I hedge, the house finally coming in to view as I hide in the darkness, a beacon for something I shouldn’t want.
He sighs, the sound echoing down the phone so familiar I might as well be standing in front of him reporting these cagey answers. I know exactly how that would go, and it wouldn’t be with me leaving in one piece. Family or not, the rules still apply.
