Five (Elemental Enmity Series Book I) (29 page)

She brushed away the glistening stream racing down her cheek. “I could never ask that of him.”

An idea was forming. “Let me talk to Zach. Maybe he could help.”

She turned toward me, letting out a staggered breath. “How do you mean?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure about much when it comes to Zach, but I think he has connections.”

“Unless he can get me off the planet, I don’t have a chance. Even if Sam doesn’t do it, Roger will find someone who will. He might even be sadistic enough to kill me himself. I just wish I knew how he found out.”

I handed her a tissue. “Have you spoken to anyone else about what you’re working on?”

She sighed, taking her time in answering me. “You are the first. My whole family thinks I’m in Chile working on an environmental piece. I don’t have any idea who could have known about this story. Like I said, I haven’t been able to contact anyone.”

I smiled to reassure her, but it didn’t seem to help. “We’ll get you out of here, Natalie.” I started to add ‘don’t worry’ to my statement, but I didn’t want to give her false hope, either. For once since I came here, I realized that someone might actually have it worse than I did. At least I didn’t have anyone trying to kill me.

“Do you mind if I stay until it gets dark?”

“I really wish you’d spend the night. I have to get ready for work. Promise you won’t leave until I have a chance to talk to Zach.”

She nodded and moved to my bed. She lay down without asking which bunk was mine. I didn’t care. She was asleep before I could get my things together for a shower.

I pulled the candy from my pocket. I brought it to my lips and then set it on my dresser. I gathered all of the others from the floor and placed them next to the first. The three-second-rule didn’t apply anymore. I should have found the idea of putting the candy into my mouth revolting, but five shiny globes called to me. Was this how a drug addict felt? I had no idea how long they would last. I hoped they would sustain me for a while, but I couldn’t let myself have one until the hunger was unbearable.

I groaned and put the candy into my drawer because I couldn’t risk Natalie eating some. I had to go to work in an hour. As tempting as it was to quit tonight, I didn’t know how much longer I would be here. Mrs. Lambert’s wad of cash wouldn’t last me all that long, especially if I ended up running. My car wasn’t the most economical.

How was I going to tell Alex that I had lost his brother’s book? I wasn’t even sure if he would believe me.

I decided to take a shower. I had to do something to distract myself. My stomach grumbled in protest when I shut the bathroom door. I stood in front of the mirror. My eyes were puffy. Even if I slept for a week, I doubted the dark circles would go away.

Was my life ever going to stabilize to normal? Was there such a thing, or was it just an unobtainable ideal that had been droned into my head since I was little?

Aunt Grace had tried hard to make me believe I was like everyone else. Why would she do that? It just seemed cruel to me now.

I had only been able to read about a fourth of Lily’s journal, but I knew enough to understand I would never have the life I set out to get. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Would I ever even see my family again? Sarah was only seven. I had planned to take her to Disney World after I graduated. And I had so much to tell Jenny about boys. I wanted to help her through the emotional rollercoaster she would soon be stuck on. Travis was a pain most the time, but he wasn’t all bad. He had stood up for me at school a few times. Was he enjoying Snow College? Did he have a girlfriend?

I forced myself to stop dwelling on things that would only lead to more misery. I dragged my weary frame into the shower and let the water wash over me. Life had seemed so simple at home. All I had to do to get what I wanted was work hard enough. I still held a hope that I could somehow stop the inevitable, but it was a tiny flame in a rushing wind.

Maybe Zach could find fae food for me? I doubted I could make it through the night without that candy. I was absolutely sick from the meal I had eaten, but I was still ravenous.

I blow-dried my hair and put on my make-up. My skin was ashen, my cheeks pale, my eyes wide and haunted. I took way too long in the shower. I dressed quickly then rushed to meet Zach, but I had to catch the bus when he didn’t show up. With trembling fingers, I dialed his number. It went to voicemail. I tried a few more times but gave up as the bus pulled to the curb. I was already late. Why had Zach blown me off? He said he would give me a ride. Was he okay? Had the fae hurt him, too?

The doors slid open. My lungs filled with a chilly autumn wind. My hair whipped wildly around my face. I didn’t have time to deal with it. I tucked it beneath my sweater and sprinted. I raced in and out of groups of students that were leisurely walking to their destinations. I ignored the looks I got. My skin prickled uncomfortably when I entered the library. Were the lords here? I hoped not.

I hurried up to Mr. Hansen’s office after clocking in. I knocked timidly, hovering in the doorway.

He looked up from a stack of papers and motioned for me to come in. “Ms. Tate, how good of you to show up. If I didn’t know better, I would think you don’t really want this job.”

Something about his words hit me wrong. How would he know anything about me? I hadn’t spoken more than a few words to him. “It isn’t that. I’ve had a lot happen the last few days. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

He leveled an irritated look at me. “Be sure that it does not. I have plenty of applicants who would love to have this position.”

I slumped in my chair. “I understand.”

He glanced at the door as if he expected someone to be there. His gaze traveled to the grandfather clock in the corner. He didn’t bother looking at me. “Good. I wanted to explain some of your duties to you.”

This meeting seemed rather pointless to me. What was so hard about putting books away or doing grunt-work for the senior staff? “Okay.”

He glanced briefly at the clock again. Was he in a hurry?

He stood up and pushed away from his oversized walnut desk, turning toward the window. “The University has obtained some rather unusual items, and I need a discrete person to catalogue them.”

I smiled. If it got me away from Alex, I didn’t care what he asked me to do. “That sounds good to me.”

He gestured toward the door. “Shall we go?”

He led me to the basement in overbearing silence. I had already been down here the other day, but I hadn’t realized that it was so big. He took me down more stairs and into a small room with no furniture. An ornately carved door waited for us at the other end. He glanced at me warily as though he were determining if I could really be trusted. What did they have down here anyway?

He opened the door. “After you.”

I glided past him but was more than suspicious at this point. When I turned to look at him, he shoved me into the room and slammed the door.

Darkness engulfed me. My shrill scream sounded small. Where was I? I pummeled the door then rammed into it until my shoulder hurt. Someone laughed menacingly behind me. The scratch of a match being lit preceded the tiny fragment of light.

I still couldn’t see who it was, but I recognized the theatrical laugh of Roger Wayne.

He lifted the candle under his chin turning his features into a ghostly mask. He leered and waved his fingers. “Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo.”

Even though his mocking was swallowed up by the enormous room, he terrified me. The scrape of his chair sliding backward propelled me into motion. I planted my palms against the rough stone wall behind me and moved as silently as I could. The light was so dim I may as well have been in full darkness. He came nearer. I was surprised he left the candle on the table.

“You do not disappoint, Rayla. I hoped you would flee from me. You tricked me the other night. You must tell me how you did it. I thought you weren’t one, but it appears that you are. What fun. I haven’t been this interested in a girl in a really long time. You are nothing like your little friend. She was pathetic. I would have devoured her in minutes if you hadn’t come when you did. Alex is a fool for believing in your innocence.”

I kept silent while I worked my way around the wall. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was about Cassie. I wanted to stand up for my best friend, but that would only lead him to me faster. I didn’t care what he had to say about Alex. I couldn’t believe Mr. Hansen was working with Roger. I couldn’t believe I had been idiotic enough to follow him alone, but how could I have insisted he bring someone else along. I should have quit right then. Stupid, stupid,
stupid
. My foot hit a barrier. I lowered to the floor, reaching out for the object. An icy step sent gooseflesh up my spine. Should I follow the staircase or search for another door?

“Rayla, where are you. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” His singsong voice was eerie in this place. His sadistic laugh pummeled into me. “You are smarter than I thought you were. I could turn on the lights at any time. But what fun would that be?”

I climbed the frigid stairs on my hands and knees. When I reached the top, my fingers dug into cool earth. The air was thick and dank. His voice rang out below me. “I wouldn’t go up there if I were you.”

I hesitated. What would happen if I did? I could feel him coming nearer. A vein at my temple pounded in my ears. I wished Zach was here. Why hadn’t he come for me?

The sound of foot hitting concrete got me to move. I stood slowly, reaching for a wall that wasn’t what I had expected. Cool rectangular subway tiles met my fingers.

“You’ll get lost. They’ll find your body in a few weeks. The tunnels go everywhere. Only those who know how to navigate them can come out safely.”

Better lost or dead than anywhere near him. I hurried up the incline. I took the first branch. I concentrated on the soft sound of my feet as they traced the floor instead of letting the blackness overwhelm me. Why was I so afraid of the dark?

His steps were sure as he followed me. In his usual flamboyant nature, he whistled the theme of Jeopardy. Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo, Doo-doo-doo. “Give up. I promise not to harm you. I only want to talk. I have so many questions for you. You can have that diary if you like. There are plenty more where that came from. I don’t care.”

I turned another corner. He was right about one thing. I would die down here if I didn’t find a way out. I backed up to the wall, hoping he would pass me unawares. I gathered a handful of dirt at my feet and tossed it up the other tunnel. A musky scent filled the corridor. His breathing was light but still discernible. I froze where I was, not even daring to inhale. I waited a few minutes before I headed the other way.

I moved slowly, not sure where I was or if I could find my way back to that cavernous room. I stumbled down the corridor, clinging to the wall for balance.

I felt him behind me. Had he heard me? I quickened my pace, taking care not to make another sound.

His voice erupted in my ear as his arms clamped around me. “Gotcha.”

My shriek echoed in the tunnel making it sound unnatural. He slammed a hand over my mouth, laughing. The other slid up my ribs. I kicked behind me. It didn’t faze him.

“Oh, that was exciting! I really hated to end it, but I’m afraid I am on a time crunch. They will be here soon.”

At his command, the lights blazed on. I shut my eyes from the glare. He pulled me down the tunnel. I kicked and tried to bite him. He just laughed—each one more sadistic. He was insane.

I threw my weight into him as we reached the stairs, hoping to topple him over. “Stop fighting me, Rayla. I have been extremely patient with you, but I am swiftly running out.”

I went rigid in his arms. He brushed my scar, stopping abruptly.

“What is this?” He turned me around giving me a halting look. “Be good.”

As if that was happening. He jumped sideways before my knee could strike his delicate pieces. He shook me hard. My neck spasmed from the jolt.

“I said, be good.”

I stood still while he lifted my shirt. His other hand kept a firm hold on my arm. I didn’t dare move when I saw the hardness in his cold brown eyes.

He bent toward my torso. “I haven’t ever seen one like this.” He ran a smooth finger over my raised flesh. “It looks like a scar.”

I stiffened at his touch. “It is, you idiot. Let me go.”

He looked up at me, his tawny eyes full of laughter. “Oh come now. We both know that isn’t going to happen. Did you try to cut out your mark?”

I glared at him. “I never had one.” Where had the rasp in my voice come from? I cleared my throat. “I got this in an accident.”

He surveyed me, his expression doubtful as he stood. “And I am supposed to believe that? You have been seen with lords. I have no idea how you have escaped them, but I want to find out. You could be very useful to me.”

“What makes you think I would ever help you?”

He laughed, his resultant smile pleasant. “What makes you think you have a choice?” His gaze lingered on me coating me with an oily residue. “You do have the look. That was why you were invited to my house. I was disappointed to find out that you weren’t, but you are. Aren’t you?”

I clenched my fists. “Do you really expect me to understand you?”

He cocked a winged brow. “You are an Elemental, no?”

“No.”

He shifted his head to the side. “No as in ‘yes’ or no as in ‘no?’”

I rolled my eyes. “You are ridiculous.”

He chuckled. “Thank you, my dear. That is the sweetest thing I have heard all day.”

He pulled me to the bottom of the stairs. The room looked like a museum. The mortared rock walls could have been those of an Arthurian castle for all I knew. Glass cases glittered in the light, housing ancient relics. Books lined the inner walls. I couldn’t see the ceiling. He led me to an imperial table set squarely in the middle of the room, pushing me onto a rickety chair that squeaked under my weight.

“Do I need to tie you?” he asked nonchalantly.

I yanked my chin out of his clammy hand. “As if I’d tell you that.”

He slapped my cheek lightly and tweaked my nose. “Perhaps I should. As exhilarating as our chase was, I don’t have time for another at the moment.”