The Host (20 page)

“Did Jeb tell you?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“They've given up the search. Even the Seekers.”

Jared didn't comment, but I could feel the sudden tension in the air around him.

“We've been keeping a close watch for some change, but they never seemed overly anxious.

The search never strayed from the area where we abandoned the car, and for the past few days they were clearly looking for a body rather than a survivor. Then two nights ago we caught a lucky break–the search party left some trash in the open, and a pack of coyotes raided their base camp. One of
them
was coming back late and surprised the animals. The coyotes attacked and dragged the Seeker a good hundred yards into the desert before the rest of them heard its screams and came to the rescue. The other Seekers were armed, of course. They scared the coyotes off easily, and the victim wasn't seriously hurt, but the event seems to have answered any questions they might have had about what happened to our guest here.” I wondered how they were able to spy on the Seekers who searched for me–to see so much. I felt strangely exposed by the idea. I didn't like the picture in my head: the humans invisible, watching the souls they hated. The thought made the skin on the back of my neck prickle.

“So they packed up and left. The Seekers gave up the search. All the volunteers went home. No one is looking for it.” His profile turned toward me, and I hunched down, hoping it was too dark to see me in here–that, like his face, I would appear as only a black shape. “I imagine it's been declared officially dead, if they keep track of those things the way we used to. Jeb's been saying

'I told you so' to anyone who'll stand still long enough to hear it.” Jared grumbled something incoherent; I could only pick out Jeb's name. Then he inhaled a sharp breath, blew it out, and said, “All right, then. I guess that's the end of it.”

“That's what it looks like.” Ian hesitated for a moment and then added, “Except… Well, it's probably nothing at all.”

Jared tensed again; he didn't like having his intelligence edited. “Go on.”

“No one but Kyle thinks much of it, and you know how Kyle is.” Jared grunted his assent to that.

“You've got the best instincts for this kind of thing; I wanted your opinion. That's why I'm here, taking my life into my hands to infiltrate the restricted area,” Ian said dryly, and then his voice was utterly serious again. “You see, there's this one… a Seeker, no doubt about that–it packs a Glock.”

It took me a second to understand the word he used. It wasn't a familiar part of Melanie's vocabulary. When I understood that he was talking about a kind of gun, the wistful, envious tone in his voice made me feel slightly ill.

“Kyle was the first to notice how this one stood out. It didn't seem important to the rest–certainly not part of the decision-making process. Oh, it had suggestions enough, from what we could see, but no one seemed to listen to it. Wish we could've heard what it was saying.…”

My skin prickled anxiously again.

“Anyway,” Ian continued, “when they called off the search, this one wasn't happy with the decision. You know how the parasites are always so… very
pleasant?
This was weird–it's the closest I've ever seen them come to an argument. Not a real argument, because none of the others argued back, but the unhappy one sure looked like it was arguing with
them.
The core group of Seekers disregarded it–they're all gone.”

“But the unhappy one?” Jared asked.

“It got in a car and drove halfway to Phoenix. Then it drove back to Tucson. Then it drove west again.”

“Still searching.”

“Or very confused. It stopped at that convenience store by the peak. Talked to the parasite that worked there, though that one had already been questioned.”

“Huh,” Jared grunted. He was interested now, concentrating on the puzzle.

“Then it went for a hike up the peak–stupid little thing. Had to be burning alive, wearing black from head to toe.”

A spasm rocked through my body; I found myself off the floor, cringing against the back wall of my cell. My hands flew up instinctively to protect my face. I heard a hiss echo through the small space, and only after it faded did I realize it was mine.

“What was
that?
” Ian asked, his voice shocked.

I peeked through my fingers to see both of their faces leaning through the hole toward me. Ian's was black, but part of Jared's was lit, his features hard as stone.

I wanted to be still, invisible, but tremors I couldn't control were shaking violently down my spine.

Jared leaned away and came back with the lamp in his hands.

“Look at its eyes,” Ian muttered. “It's frightened.”

I could see both their expressions now, but I looked only at Jared. His gaze was tightly focused on me, calculating. I guessed he was thinking through what Ian had said, looking for the trigger to my behavior.

My body wouldn't stop shaking.

She'll never give up,
Melanie moaned.

I know, I know,
I moaned back.

When had our distaste turned to fear? My stomach knotted and heaved. Why couldn't she just let me be dead like the rest of them had? When I
was
dead, would she hunt me still?

“Who is the Seeker in black?” Jared suddenly barked at me.

My lips trembled, but I didn't answer. Silence was safest.

“I know you can talk,” Jared growled. “You talk to Jeb and Jamie. And now you're going to talk to me.”

He climbed into the mouth of the cave, huffing with surprise at how tightly he had to fold himself to manage it. The low ceiling forced him to kneel, and that didn't make him happy. I could see he'd rather stand over me.

I had nowhere to run. I was already wedged into the deepest corner. The cave barely had room for the two of us. I could feel his breath on my skin.

“Tell me what you know,” he ordered.

Who is the Seeker in black? Why is it still searching?” Jared's shout was deafening, echoing at me from all sides.

I hid behind my hands, waiting for the first blow.

“Ah–Jared?” Ian murmured. “Maybe you should let me…”

“Stay out of it!”

Ian's voice got closer, and the rocks grated as he tried to follow Jared into the small space that was already too full. “Can't you see it's too scared to talk? Leave it alone for a sec –” I heard something scrape the floor as Jared moved, and then a thud. Ian cursed. I peered through my fingers to see that Ian was no longer visible and Jared had his back to me.

Ian spit and groaned. “That's twice,” he growled, and I understood that the punch meant for me had been diverted by Ian's interference.

“I'm ready to go for three,” Jared muttered, but he turned back around to face me, bringing light with him; he'd grabbed the lamp with the hand that had struck Ian. The cave seemed almost brilliant after so much darkness.

Jared spoke to me again, scrutinizing my face in the new illuminations, making each word a sentence. “Who. Is. The. Seeker.”

I dropped my hands and stared into his pitiless eyes. It bothered me that someone else had suffered for my silence–even someone who had once tried to kill me. This was not how torture was supposed to work.

Jared's expression wavered as he read the change in mine. “I don't have to hurt you,” he said quietly, not as sure of himself. “But I do have to know the answer to my question.” This wasn't even the right question–not a secret I was in any way bound to protect.

“Tell me,” he insisted, his eyes tight with frustration and deep unhappiness.

Was I truly a coward? I would rather have believed that I was–that my fear of pain was stronger than anything else. The real reason I opened my mouth and spoke was so much more pathetic.

I wanted to
please
him, this human who hated me so fiercely.

“The Seeker,” I began, my voice rough and hoarse; I hadn't spoken in a long time.

He interrupted, impatient. “We already know it's a Seeker.”

“No, not just any Seeker,” I whispered. “
My
Seeker.”

“What do you mean,
your
Seeker?”

“Assigned to me, following me. She's the reason –” I caught myself just before I spoke the word that would have meant our death. Just before I could say
we.
The ultimate truth that he would see as the ultimate lie–playing on his deepest wishes, his deepest pain. He would never see that it was possible for his wish to be true. He would only see a dangerous liar looking out through the eyes he'd loved.

“The reason?” he prompted.

“The reason I ran away,” I breathed. “The reason I came here.” Not entirely true, but not entirely a lie, either.

Jared stared at me, his mouth half-open, as he tried to process this. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Ian was peering through the hole again, his vivid blue eyes wide with surprise.

There was blood, dark on his pale lips.

“You ran away from a Seeker? But you're one of them!” Jared struggled to compose himself, to get back to his interrogation. “Why would it follow you? What did it want?” I swallowed; the sound seemed unnaturally loud. “She wanted you. You and Jamie.” His expression hardened. “And you were trying to lead it here?” I shook my head. “I didn't… I…” How could I explain it? He'd never accept the truth.

“What?”

“I… didn't want to tell her. I don't like her.”

He blinked, confused again. “Don't you all have to like everyone?”

“We're supposed to,” I admitted, coloring with shame.

“Who did you tell about this place?” Ian asked over Jared's shoulder. Jared scowled but kept his eyes on my face.

“I couldn't tell–I didn't know.… I just saw the lines. The lines on the album. I drew them for the Seeker… but we didn't know what they were. She still thinks they're a road map.” I couldn't seem to stop talking. I tried to make the words come slower, to protect myself from a slip.

“What do you mean you didn't know what they were? You're here.” Jared's hand flexed toward me but dropped before it closed the small distance.

“I… I was having trouble with my… with the… with her memory. I didn't understand… I couldn't access everything. There were walls. That's why the Seeker was assigned to me, waiting for me to unlock the rest.” Too much, too much. I bit my tongue.

Ian and Jared exchanged a look. They'd never heard anything like this before. They didn't trust me, but they wanted so desperately to believe it was possible. They wanted it too much. That made them fear.

Jared's voice whipped out with a sudden harshness. “Were you able to
access
my cabin?”

“Not for a long time.”

“And then you told the Seeker.”

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because… by the time I could remember it… I didn't
want
to tell her.” Ian's eyes were frozen wide.

Jared's voice changed, became low, almost tender. So much more dangerous than the shouting.

“Why didn't you want to tell her?”

My jaw locked hard. It was not
the
secret, but still, it was a secret he would have to beat out of me. In this moment, my determination to hold my tongue had less to do with self-preservation than it did with a stupid, grudging kind of pride. I would
not
tell this man who despised me that I loved him.

He watched the defiance flash in my eyes, and he seemed to understand what it would take to get this answer. He decided to skip it–or maybe to come back to it later, save it for last, in case I wouldn't be able to answer any more questions when he was done with me.

“Why weren't you able to access everything? Is that… normal?” This question was very dangerous, too. For the first time so far, I told an outright lie.

“She fell a long way. The body was damaged.”

Lying did not come easily to me; this lie fell flat. Jared and Ian both reacted to the false note.

Jared's head cocked to the side; one of Ian's ink black eyebrows rose.

“Why isn't this Seeker giving up like the rest?” Ian asked.

I was abruptly exhausted. I knew they could keep this up all night,
would
keep this up all night if I continued to answer, and eventually I would make a mistake. I slumped against the wall and closed my eyes.

“I don't know,” I whispered. “She's not like other souls. She's…
annoying.
” Ian laughed once–a startled sound.

“And you–are you like other…
souls?
” Jared asked.

I opened my eyes and stared at him wearily for a long moment.
What a stupid question,
I thought. Then I shut my eyes tight, buried my face against my knees, and wrapped my arms around my head.

Either Jared understood that I was done speaking or his body was complaining too loudly to be ignored. He grunted a few times as he squeezed himself out of the opening of my cave, taking the lamp with him, and then groaned quietly as he stretched.

“That was unexpected,” Ian whispered.

“Lies, of course,” Jared whispered back. I could just barely make out their words. They probably didn't realize how the sound echoed back to me in here. “Only… I can't quite figure out what it wants us to believe–where it's trying to lead us.”

“I don't think it's lying. Well, except the one time. Did you notice?”

“Part of the act.”

“Jared, when have you ever met a parasite who could lie about anything? Except a Seeker, of course.”

“Which it must be.”

“Are you serious?”

“It's the best explanation.”

“She–
it
is the furthest thing from a Seeker I've ever seen. If a Seeker had any idea how to find us, it would have brought an army.”

“And they wouldn't have found anything. But she–it got in, didn't it?”

“It's almost been killed half a dozen –”

“Yet it's still breathing, isn't it?”

They were quiet for a long time. So long that I started to think about moving out of the cramped ball I was curled in, but I didn't want to make any noise by lying down. I wished Ian would leave so I could sleep. The adrenaline left me so worn out when it drained from my system.

“I think I'm going to go talk to Jeb,” Ian eventually whispered.

“Oh,
that's
a great idea.” Jared's voice was thick with sarcasm.

“Do you remember that first night? When it jumped between you and Kyle? That was bizarre.”

“It was just trying to find a way to stay alive, to escape.…”

“By giving Kyle the go-ahead to kill her–it? Good plan.”

“It worked.”

“Jeb's gun worked. Did she know he was on his way?”

“You're overthinking this, Ian. That's what it wants.”

“I don't think you're right. I don't know why… but I don't think she wants us to think about her at all.” I heard Ian get to his feet. “You know what's really twisted?” he muttered, his voice no longer a whisper.

“What's that?”

“I felt
guilty
–guilty as hell–watching her flinch away from us. Seeing the black marks on her neck.”

“You can't let it get to you like that.” Jared was suddenly disturbed. “It's not human. Don't forget that.”

“Just because she isn't human, do you think that means she doesn't feel pain?” Ian asked as his voice faded into the distance. “That she doesn't feel just like a girl who's been beaten–beaten by us?”

“Get a hold of yourself,” Jared hissed after him.

“See you around, Jared.”

Jared didn't relax for a long time after Ian left; he paced for a while, back and forth in front of the cave, and then sat on the mat, blocking my light, and muttered incomprehensibly to himself.

I gave up waiting for him to fall asleep, and stretched out as well as I could on the bowl-like floor. He jumped when my movement made noise, and then started muttering to himself again.

“Guilty,”
he grumbled in scathing tones. “Letting it get to him. Just like Jeb, like Jamie. Can't let this go on. Stupid to let it live.”

Goose bumps rose on my arms, but I tried to ignore them. If I panicked every time he thought about killing me, I'd never have a moment's peace. I turned onto my stomach to bend my spine in the other direction, and he jerked again and then lapsed into silence. I was sure he was still brooding when I finally drifted to sleep.

When I woke up, Jared was sitting on the mat where I could see him, elbows on knees, his head leaning against one fist.

I didn't feel as if I'd slept more than an hour or two, but I was too sore to try to go back to sleep right away. Instead, I fretted about Ian's visit, worrying that Jared would work even harder to keep me secluded after Ian's strange reaction. Why couldn't Ian have kept his mouth shut about feeling guilty? If he knew he was capable of guilt, why did he go around strangling people in the first place? Melanie was irritated with Ian, too, and nervous about the outcome of his qualms.

Our worries were interrupted after just a few minutes.

“'S just me,” I heard Jeb call. “Don't get worked up.”

Jared cocked the gun.

“Go ahead and shoot me, kid. Go ahead.” The sound of Jeb's voice got closer with every word.

Jared sighed and put the gun down. “Please leave.”

“Need to talk to you,” Jeb said, huffing as he sat down across from Jared. “Hey, there,” he said in my direction, nodding.

“You know how much I hate that,” Jared muttered.

“Yep.”

“Ian already told me about the Seekers –”

“I know. I was just talkin' with him about it.”

“Great. Then what do you want?”

“Not so much what
I
want. It's what everybody needs. We're running low on just about everything. We need a real comprehensive supply run.”

“Oh,” Jared muttered; this topic was not what he'd been tensed for. After a short pause he said,

“Send Kyle.”

“Okay,” Jeb said easily, bracing himself against the wall to rise again.

Jared sighed. It seemed his suggestion had been a bluff. He folded as soon as Jeb took him up on it. “No. Not Kyle. He's too…”

Jeb chuckled. “Almost got us in some real hot water the last time he was out alone, didn't he?

Not one to think things through. Ian, then?”

“He thinks things through
too
much.”

“Brandt?”

“He's no good for the long trips. Starts getting panicked a few weeks in. Makes mistakes.”

“Okay, you tell me who, then.”

The seconds passed and I heard Jared suck in a breath now and then, each time as if he was about to give Jeb an answer, but then he just exhaled and said nothing.

“Ian and Kyle together?” Jeb asked. “Maybe they could balance each other out.” Jared groaned. “Like the last time? Okay, okay, I know it has to be me.”

“You're the best,” Jeb agreed. “You changed our lives when you showed up here.” Melanie and I nodded to ourselves; this didn't surprise either of us.

Jared is magic. Jamie and I were perfectly safe while Jared's instincts guided us; we never
came close to getting caught. If it had been Jared in Chicago, I'm sure he would have made it
out fine.

Jared jerked his shoulder toward me. “What about… ?”

“I'll keep an eye on her when I can. And I'll expect you to take Kyle with you. That oughta help.”

“That won't be enough–Kyle gone and you keeping an eye on her when you can. She… it won't last long.”

Jeb shrugged. “I'll do my best. That's all I can do.”

Jared started to shake his head slowly back and forth.

“How long can you stay down here?” Jeb asked him.

“I don't know,” Jared whispered.

There was a long silence. After a few minutes, Jeb began whistling tunelessly.

Finally, Jared let out a huge breath that I hadn't realized he'd been holding.

“I'll leave tonight.” The words were slow, full of resignation but also relief. His voice changed slightly, got a little less defensive. It was as though he was making the transition back to who he'd been here before I showed up. Letting one responsibility slide from his shoulders and putting another, more welcome one in its place.