“Okay.
That’s good?” I don't know how to react. Will seemed to tell me in a pretty indifferent way. I couldn't tell if I should be relieved or upset.
Will lets out a frustrated sigh,
obviously expecting a different response from me. “I’m trying here, Bryn. I was
in the library for the past three hours trying to figure out this code. Unlike
some people, I took advantage of the distraction.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “Distraction. Colton was drugged,
Will. Not exactly something you can just walk away from.”
“I did.”
“Because you care more about
decoding that stupid journal than you do anything else!”
“You didn’t think it was so stupid
when you found memories in it,” he retorts. “Stories about your childhood.”
“It's a lot, Will! All those stories...”
“So you chose to help someone you’ve
always hated instead of trying.”
My hands ball into fists at my side. “I don’t hate Colton.”
“Yes, you do.”
There's barely a step between Will and me. I can almost feel his body warm with anger. “Well what did
you expect me to do? Colton threatened me. I wanted to find out what he meant.
And he wasn’t very well off, in case you didn’t notice.”
“He didn’t threaten you,” Will responded.
“He just threw out the same insult he normally does. You shouldn't have even cared.”
“Sometimes we have to care about the
people we hate, Will.”
“So you do hate him.”
“I do not!”
“You should.
He ruined your career.”
“Almost ruined it. Caddarick gave us
a second chance.”
“Which he shouldn’t have.” Will runs
a hand through his hair. I should care that I’m getting under his skin. But the
thought doesn’t even cross my mind. My temper is running so high that it blinds
me.
He glares
down at me. “How can you defend Colton?”
“Because he might have answers.”
“I have answers too.” Will pulls out
his phone, hits the screen a few times, then shoves it in my face. “Vido is the
cardinal.”
There’s a jumble of paragraphs on
the screen, written in Will's sloppy handwriting. I try to read it, but his arm is constantly shaking. I can't focus enough to make out anything. “I can’t read that.”
“It explains everything,” Will
practically shouts. “I found a book, one I was sure didn't have anything important. Vido’s first
adviser called him the Cardinal. The nickname stuck for years, through many
more advisers and counsels. Not many people know about it today.”
I stare at the screen, trying to
make out the jumbled list of notes. The letters are slanted, pushed together where they shouldn’t be. I can't make out anything that he’s telling me. “Next time could you take a picture of the book? Then I might actually
be able to read it.”
I duck as Will’s phone
flies through the air. A crack resonates through the room as it hits the door. The
material can't be damaged so I know it’s not broken. But I'm sure Will will regret it later.
“Do you even care about any of this," he shouts in my face. "Because I can stop now. Just give you back
the journal and let you go crazy because you can’t figure it out."
I want to shout back at him, make
him wish he’s never said any of it. But one look at his face and I decide not
to. He's flushed, teeth clenched together. His eyes find mine with such intensity that should send me retreating to the door. It's something I've only seen from him before in combat; nothing that should be saved for the likes of me.
How did we get here?
An apology is on my lips, but I can’t
seem to say it. My guilt is building in the form of a pounding headache. I don’t
want to be the reason for anything coming between us. Even if I’m not the one
to blame.
All I can do is wrap my arms around him. The hug is hesitant. I'm scared that he might push me away, leave for good. I stand there for an eternity,
burying my head in his chest, willing him to understand. This is my apology and
so much more.
Finally he gives in, his arms
pulling my small body close to his. I can hear his heart
beating through his chest, steadying with each passing moment. I let myself relax. We’re one and nothing
can change that.
He pulls back, holding me at arms’
length. “You know that I care about you, right?”
“Of course.” I don’t know why he’s
questioning it.
“So tell me what happened with
Colton.”
I sigh. Does he really want to go back to this? "I already told you."
“No, I mean before they took him
away. You remembered something didn’t you?”
The breath catches in my throat.
“How could you tell?”
“That look you got,” he says, staring
at me more intently as to not let me avoid the answer. “Pale face, empty eyes. It’s like you
weren’t even there. What did you see?”
I don’t have to tell him. These are my memories, something I’m still trying to sort out for myself. Will doesn’t truly
understand what’s going on so it seems like a ridiculous idea. It’ll only give another
reason to worry. He’ll never leave me alone.
But
he’s your partner. How can I not share this? He’s already read through my
parents’ journal. I know he’s read about Ivan. It won’t be that much of a
surprise.
So I start talking. I tell him about
Ivan, the mission I don’t know the outcome of, the feeling that I was actually
there. It wasn’t like a film playing on the screen. I was actually there;
nothing like the memories I have of being at this school, or even the ones from
when I was a kid.
Will doesn’t respond when I’m
finished. He only stares at me, mulling over what I just told him. Sometimes it
scares me how easily we can read each other.
He doesn’t get a chance to respond.
The alarm cuts through the room, screeching in my eardrums. Even though each
sound deafens me, I focus on the pattern. Three long and then a short.
We’re under attack.
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