Part 13 (1/2)
Della studied the pain in Miranda's eyes. Had she spilled to Kylie about Perry leaving? Probably.
Della would have loved to grab another Diet c.o.ke and commiserate with the witch, or maybe even find some anger at her for keeping secrets, but she didn't have that luxury. And her emotional bank account was already overdrawn.
The call had been from Burnett, and he'd told her to be at his office in fifteen minutes. She had exactly ten minutes now to clean her face a little more and to bury her emotional havoc.
Stopping in front of her two friends, she said, ”Burnett called and I have no time to chat. Sorry.”
”But you're upset. You need to talk,” Miranda spouted out as new tears pooled in her large green eyes. Eyes that showed just as much concern for Della as they did for her own pain.
”I'm fine,” Della insisted. She started to stomp off, then stopped and looked back at Miranda, who'd stood up to stare at Della with a frown. ”And you'll be okay, too.”
Miranda nodded. ”We'll get through this together, right?”
”Right,” Della said, and because she didn't have a choice, she let the witch hug her-for a second. Then she ran inside and shut her bedroom door and let herself have a mini pity party.
Three minutes to spare, she lit out of her cabin door-waving at her two best friends, but not giving them time to say anything. Guilt for leaving Miranda in her crisis made her ascent slow, but Kylie was with Miranda, she told herself. And Kylie excelled at consoling. The chameleon always knew what to say, while Della always said the wrong thing.
Besides, burying all that raw pain had been hard, keeping it buried was going to be a b.i.t.c.h. Talking about it to her best friends would only make it harder. Heck, being around Chase would be tougher yet. But she would give it all she had. She had to. Her full-blown breakdown could come later. Commiserating with Miranda could come later. Natasha's problem-facing death-made Della's and her roommate's issues look small. And that's what Della needed to focus on, before it was too late.
Burnett informed them that Derek hadn't found any pictures of either of the girls on any of the social media sites. Which seemed odd. And after a rule-spouting, one-sided conversation from Burnett about safety and making their eight o'clock curfew, Della followed Chase into the parking lot to a bright blue car. Burnett had insisted they travel in cars during the light of day. He must have told Chase when he called him, because this was the same car that had been parked at his cabin.
Chase hit the clicker to unlock the vehicle. Della noted the model of the car this time. Camaro. She slid into the soft leather front pa.s.senger seat that screamed ”expensive” right along with the car's name.
She almost stepped on a large bag on the floorboard.
”Sorry,” he said. ”I brought my camera. I can put it in the back.”
”It's fine. I've got plenty of foot room.”
When Chase settled behind the wheel, she stared straight ahead. Those words had been the first she'd spoken to him.
She hadn't had a chance ... the moment she'd walked into the office where Burnett and Chase were, Burnett had started talking. During the camp leader's litany, she'd felt Chase studying her. She'd swallowed hard and tried to keep her face pa.s.sive, hiding any remnants of pain.
She could still feel his gaze. He started the car. The engine came to life. She heard another soft vibrating noise and the car's top started pulling back. A cool breeze tossed a few strands of hair in her face.
She cut her eyes to the driver's side and reached deep for a subject as far removed from the pain pulsating just under her chest bone as she could find.
”Nice camera bag. Probably a nice camera inside,” she said, glancing to the floorboard. ”Nice ride.” She looked up at the blue sky, filled with a few puffy white clouds. ”Nice cabin earlier, too. Does the Vampire Council pay this well, or are you just independently wealthy?”
It appeared as if he wasn't going to answer, but then he slid his hand down the steering wheel with male pride. ”I paid for this car myself. The cabin, I'm just renting, but I'm considering buying it. The council doesn't pay all that well.”
”So, independently wealthy, huh?”
He shrugged. ”Not independently. My parents. Since, to the human world, I was dead, too, Jimmy, who found me, was able to finagle my father's will. All his money and life insurance funds went to a clinical study my father was helping with. But when I turned eighteen, Jimmy handed it over to me.”
”Is Jimmy the one who took you in and raised you?” she asked. ”The supernatural who isn't registered with FRU?”
He nodded and she could swear he flinched as if he regretted having told her about Jimmy. And that just made her want to know more. What all was Chase hiding? And why?
”Did this Jimmy know your father?” she asked, determined to unearth all Chase's secrets.
He drove out of the parking lot. His shoulders tightened. Was he not going to answer? Was he trying to come up with a lie?
”Yeah. They knew each other,” he finally said, his voice mingled with the sound of the engine.
The car picked up speed. Della's hair whipped around her face. So she could see, and study his expression, she pulled it over her shoulder and held it bunched in her hand. If he lied, she might be able to detect it.
He looked at the road, but continued talking. She kept her eyes on his face and twisted her legs so she wouldn't step on his camera.
”They knew each other for almost a year.” He didn't blink and appeared not to flinch.
Did she believe him? Yes, for some reason, she did. ”Did your dad know Jimmy was a vampire?” she asked, sensing if he answered one question, he might be inclined to answer more.
She saw his Adam's apple s.h.i.+ft as he swallowed. Was answering hard? If so, why?
”Jimmy worked part-time with my dad at a free clinic. He'd figured out that my dad was a carrier of the virus. He'd come clean to my dad.”
”And your dad believed him? I mean, Jimmy just says, 'Hey, I'm a vampire and you're a carrier of a virus that can turn you into a vampire.' That's doesn't sound realistic.” How many times had she considered how she might tell her parents about herself?
Chase glanced at her and he almost smiled, before looking back to the road. ”Jimmy said he could prove it. He had my dad drive them out on some dirt road. He took off flying, and when that didn't work, he picked up my dad's Porsche. That got my dad's attention. n.o.body messed with my dad's car.”
The chuckle in Chase's voice spoke of his admiration for his dad, and Della couldn't help but wonder if that was why Chase had bought this car-because his dad would have liked it.
Chase focused on the street, making the turns and changing gears with ease. The engine purred. Della wasn't into cars, but she had to admit she liked how this one moved. The power. How Chase looked driving it. His hair in the wind, his confidence in the way he sat in the driver's seat and s.h.i.+fted gears.
”I'd love to have seen my dad's expression,” Chase said, apparently still with his dad in his head. ”It still took months before my dad agreed to have us tested.”
”Who got tested?” Della asked.
”My sister and I.” He stared at the road and his hands tightened on the wheel. ”That's where we had been coming from when the plane crashed.”
He'd never talked this much about himself, and she almost felt thirsty for the information, wanting more. ”Is Jimmy a Reborn?”
Chase rolled his shoulders as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation. ”Yeah.” He cut his eyes to her. ”In the glove compartment there's some hair-band thingies for your hair.”
So you've had other girls in this car? She pushed that thought aside and went back to their conversation.
”Is he, the one who ... are you bonded with Jimmy?”
”Yeah,” he said.
She let that thought run through her head. ”How does that feel?”
”What?” he asked.
”Being bonded to two...” She glanced at the glove compartment and thought about one of those hair-band thingies. ”How many people are you bonded to?”
He glanced at her, his smile different this time, almost as if he had read her mind. ”Careful, you almost sound jealous.”