Part 20 (1/2)

”Hey, you weren't exactly honest with me either. You never told me about being a vamp.”

”Part vampire,” I corrected him with a sniff.

”Yeah, well, you kept that quiet, so don't make out like you're all sweetness and innocence. And you never admitted to me the part about being able to see the future.”

I looked at him with tears swimming in my eyes, blurring my vision. ”Guess I'm not so good at the predicting the future part,” I said. ”Or else I'd have seen you betray me.”

Chapter.

22.

The door burst open, making me jump.

Brooke came walking up the steps, her blonde hair loose around her face, the moonlight behind glowing through her locks like a halo. Mitch followed her close behind.

My roommate looked around the trailer with a dreamy smile on her face. No part of her acted as though she'd been kidnapped, or that something unimaginable was going to happen in a matter of hours.

”Brooke?” I said.

She blinked at me and smiled. ”Hey, Beth. How are you doing?”

We could have been meeting at a social. No, that was wrong. If we'd been at a social, Brooke would have been glaring at me with her usual contempt and probably ignoring my existence. Instead, she smiled at me as though I was an old friend she'd just b.u.mped into.

”Brooke, are you okay?”

”Sure, Beth. I'm great.”

I turned to Riley. ”What have you done to her?”

”Nothing you need to worry about. It's a simple contentment spell, that's all. She's probably happier now than she is normally.”

I couldn't argue with that, but I still didn't like seeing Brooke like this. Even though no narcotics had been used, the way she was acting felt too close to her being drugged.

Something about how he'd managed to change her behavior made me uncomfortable and nauseous. Had he done this to me, too? Had I fallen for him because of some kind of spell? I didn't want to even think about what that meant in regards to me sleeping with him.

I shook my head in hurt and bewilderment at Riley. ”I can't believe I got you so wrong.”

But hadn't I seen darkness in him? Hadn't his air of danger drawn me to him in the first place? The darkness I'd recognized in him was the same as I knew was within me. I was a fool not to expect the situation to blow up in my face.

I was aware of both Mitch and Russ watching Riley and me. Riley opened his mouth to respond and then closed it again. Instead, he gave his head a slight shake and turned away from me, his lips pressed together. I blinked back my tears while Brooke watched on, a beatific smile on her perfect face.

The door slammed open, grabbing everyone's attention.

”G.o.d-d.a.m.ned idiots,” The Bull growled, barging into the trailer, his size immediately taking up a large amount of s.p.a.ce. ”Sometimes I wonder if they'd be able to wipe their own a.s.ses if I wasn't around.”

”Everything okay, Boss?” Russ asked, his hands clenching and unclenching anxiously.

”Fine, but the clock's ticking, and we need to get this show on the road.” His eyes locked on Brooke, and his eyebrows lifted. ”Good to see we've got everyone we need. Now haul a.s.s. You know where you're going.”

Mitch took Brooke by the arm and dragged her past Bulldog and back out into the open air. She didn't need to be dragged. I had a feeling she'd have gone anywhere she was told, but Mitch seemed to like to a.s.sert his strength over her.

Russ approached me and reached down to grab my arm.

I yanked away. ”I don't need you to drag me around.” I still felt impossibly weak, though the fire raging in my stomach seemed to have abated. Using the chair behind me, I pulled myself to my feet. The ground felt unstable beneath me, my legs wobbly. I teetered for a moment, and Riley reached out and grabbed me before I fell. I pulled away from him, too. ”I don't want you anywhere near me.”

”You can't walk, Icy. Would you rather I help you, or shall we let Russ do it?” I glanced over to Russ, who licked his lips as he sneered at me.

”Fine,” I relented. Despite everything, I would rather have Riley's hands on me than Russ's.

I leaned against Riley, allowing his strength to hold me up as I took step after unsteady step out of the trailer. His arm was around my waist, his familiar scent and warmth encasing me. I wanted more than anything to give into the ache in my heart, to have him hold me and tell me this was all a big mistake, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I forced myself to be strong, to build a wall around my heart against him, but nothing in my life had ever been harder.

Russ, Mitch, and Brooke waited for us outside. We stepped off the small set of metal steps and onto the dirt ground. Bulldog followed us out, locking the door of his trailer, before joining us.

My legs buckled again, and Riley grabbed me, holding me up.

”She's struggling to walk,” he said to Bulldog. ”Why don't I take her on my bike and meet you there?”

The Bull gave a snort of laughter. ”Yeah, right. So you can whisk her away to lover's paradise, you mean?”

Riley snapped. ”Would you quit that? You've been like a father to me, Bull. You looked after my mom before she died. You could have kicked me out of the carnival, but you didn't. You kept me on, and trained me, and kept me clothed and fed. I've done everything you've asked of me. Now you keep acting like I've betrayed you.”

The Bull was smarter than I'd given him credit for. He gave Riley a cold, intense stare. ”Never trust someone completely, son. The moment you do, that's when they'll get you,” he pounded his chest, ”right here. Straight through the heart.” He pointed a finger at Riley. ”Even the most faithful dog has the capacity to turn around and bite you in the a.s.s. Don't you ever forget it.”

”Yes, sir,” Riley said, but I didn't miss the tightness in his jaw.

We were all outside now, standing beside the trailer. Looking toward the midway, I noticed several of the rides had been dismantled, the huge structures remaining now appearing awkward and out of place. Though it must be approaching midnight, the carnies still worked, their voices carrying over to us in the night air. I considered screaming for help, but I doubted anyone would hear me above the clanging of machinery, music, and shouting men. Even if they did hear me, who would help? The Bull ran the show, and they wouldn't challenge his authority-not if they still wanted a commission at the next town.

Bulldog lifted his face to the sky, and, in a moment of unusual serenity, smiled up at the stars. ”Well, look at that,” he said. ”It's already happening.”

I looked up to the night sky and gasped. The moon was full, appearing huge and yellow. It was close enough to allow me to see all the shadows and craters that made up its surface. It was beautiful. But that wasn't all. Several of the stars appeared far larger and brighter than I'd ever seen them, their radiance, together with the moon, making the night far less dark than usual. Though light still spilled from Bulldog's trailer, I knew as we headed across the fields and into the forest, that we wouldn't need flashlights to help us find our way.

The hairs on my arms began to stand to attention, the hair on my head beginning to lift as though someone had placed a balloon covered in static electricity close me. I lifted my hand to touch my head, checking my hair wasn't literally standing on end.

Riley spotted me doing so. ”It's the proximity of the moon,” he told me. It's affecting our electrical fields. You might find yourself breathless too, the closer the moon gets, so try not to panic.”

I didn't think a bit of breathlessness was going to be my main concern.

He pointed at the sky. ”See the one farthest to the right, the brightest one?” I nodded. ”That's Procyon.” He moved his arm to point farther left. ”And see the one that's the least bright? That's called Capella. And the one in the middle is Rigel.” I felt his breath on the back of my ear, the heat of his body against my back. ”In another hour, all of those stars will be aligned with the moon, and that's when we'll experience the Disruptive Convergence.”