Part 21 (1/2)

”I need something to eat. I'm starving.”

”Sure. I figured we'd jump off and grab dinner.”

”I can't. Not here.” When Simon looked confused, Derek lowered his voice. ”Syracuse?”

”I don't think they're going to be hanging out at the bus station.”

”Is something wrong?” I asked.

”Nah.” Simon looked up at his brother. ”I'll grab some food, okay?”

Derek hesitated. He didn't look anxious, really. More unhappy. Because Simon was annoyed with him?

As I watched Derek lurch back to his seat, I thought about that. Simon and Derek weren't just foster brothers-they were best friends. From the way Simon talked, though, he obviously had other friends, teammates, girlfriends.... I doubted Derek had any. For him, it was just Simon.

Was that why he wanted to get rid of me? It made sense, but it felt wrong. At Lyle House, Derek had never seemed jealous of any time Simon spent with me. Derek just went off and did his own thing. If anyone followed, it was Simon.

Maybe he wasn't jealous. Just feeling ignored.

It bothered me enough that when we stopped in Syracuse, I offered to take the food back out to Derek while Tori and Simon stretched their legs.

I meant to suggest that Derek and I switch seats. When I got there, Derek was staring out the window.

”Everything okay?” I asked.

He turned sharply, like I'd startled him, then nodded and took the food with a mumbled thanks.

I slid into the empty aisle seat. ”Did you used to live here?”

He shook his head and looked out the window again. I took that as a sign he wasn't in the mood for conversation and was about to suggest the seat switch when he said, ”We lived just about every place else in the state except here. We can't. There are...others here.”

”Others?”

He lowered his voice. ”Werewolves.”

”In Syracuse?”

”Near it. A Pack.”

”Oh.”

Was that how werewolves lived? In packs, like wolves? I wanted to ask, but was afraid he'd think I was mocking him.

So I said, ”And that's a problem? If they smelled you?”

”Yeah.” He paused, then added grudgingly, ”We're territorial.”

”Oh.”

”Yeah.”

He kept looking out the window. I could see the reflection of his eyes, still and distant, lost in thoughts he obviously didn't care to share. I started to get up.

”When I was a kid,” he said, without looking my way. ”When I lived in that place where you were locked up, the others were like that. Territorial.”

I lowered myself into the seat again. ”The other werewo-” An elderly woman approached in the aisle and I said instead, ”Subjects?”

”Yeah.” He turned then. ”They had this pack, I guess you'd call it, and they'd claim stuff, like the sandbox, as their territory, and if-”

His chin lifted, gaze moving to the front of the bus.

”Simon's coming,” he said. ”He's looking for you. Better go.”

I was going to say that was okay, I wanted to hear more. Chances to hear something personal from Derek were fleeting, but this one had already pa.s.sed.

”You go,” I said. ”Sit with him the rest of the way.”

”Nah, I'm good.”

”Really, I-”

”Chloe?” He met my gaze. ”Go.” His voice softened. ”Okay?”

I nodded and left.

I fell asleep and dreamed of Derek-about what he'd said, about what the demi-demon had said about him, about the other werewolf subjects. I dreamed of Aunt Lauren at the facility, saying she wanted Derek put down like a rabid dog, and of Brady saying how Aunt Lauren had tried to get him to blame Derek for their fight.

The memories and the images swirled until I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I woke up to realize the bus had stopped. Derek was in the aisle, leaning past Simon, who was asleep.

I was about to ask what was wrong. Then I looked at Derek and I knew. His eyes glittered, and his skin glistened with sweat; his hair was plastered down with it. I could feel the heat of his hand through my s.h.i.+rt.

I shot up. ”You're-”

”Yeah,” he whispered. ”We're outside Albany. Truck stop. I gotta get off.”

I reached to wake Simon, but Derek stopped me. ”I just wanted to tell you, in case I don't get back on. I'll be fine. I'll meet you at Andrew's.”

I grabbed my sweats.h.i.+rt and jacket. ”I'm coming with you.”

I was sure he'd argue, but he only nodded, face averted, murmuring. ”Yeah. Okay.”

”You go ahead,” I said. ”I'll talk to-”

I looked at Simon, but didn't need Derek to tell me not to wake him. Better to tell the person who'd never insist on following us-Tori. So I did that, then hurried after Derek.