Finale (Hush, Hush 4)

I gnawed nervously at my lip, debating. “Are you sure?” This seemed like plan with high potential for blowing up in my face. Then again, I was out of options. Patch wanted to have a chat with Cowboy Hat, and that’s what I wanted too. I also wanted to get the interrogation wrapped up quickly so I could tell Patch about Dabria and Pepper.

Vee said, “Thirty-five percent sure . . . ”

Her voice trailed off as cold air blasted the room. At first I couldn’t tell if the sudden temperature drop came from the doors, which had been kicked open, or my own physical response to intuitively sensing trouble—of the worst kind.

Fallen angels flooded into the Devil’s Handbag. I lost count of them at ten, with no sign to an end in their numbers. They moved so fast, I saw only blurs of motion. They’d come prepared to fight, swinging knives and knuckles bearing steel hardware at anything standing in their path. Among the fray, I stared helplessly as two Nephil boys sank to their knees, futilely resisting the fallen angels who stood over them, clearly demanding their oaths of fealty.

One fallen angel, bony and pale as the moon, chopped his arm so viciously at a Nephil girl’s neck, he broke it in the middle of her scream.

He inspected the girl’s face, which eerily resembled my own face from this distance. Same long, curly hair. She was also about my height and build.

He studied her face and growled impatiently. His cold eyes scanned the crowd, and I got the feeling he was hunting for his next victim.

“We need to get out of here,” Vee said urgently, gripping my hand tightly. “This way. ”

Before I could wonder if Vee, too, had seen the fallen angel break the girl’s neck, and if she had, how she was possibly remaining so calm, she shoved me forward into the crowd.

“Don’t look back,” she yelled in my ear. “And hurry. ”

Hurry. Right. Trouble was, we were fighting at least a hundred other people to the doors. In a matter of seconds, the crowd had turned into a frantic mob, shoving and scrambling to reach an exit. Serpentine had stopped mid-song. There was no time to go back for Scott. I could only hope he’d escaped through the stage doors.

Vee stayed on my heels, bumping me from behind so often, I had to wonder if she was trying to shield my body. Little did she know, I would be trying to protect her if the fallen angels caught up to us. And despite my single yet grueling training session with Dante this morning, I didn’t think I stood a chance at succeeding.

The temptation to turn back and fight ballooned suddenly inside me. Nephilim had rights. I had rights. Our bodies didn’t belong to fallen angels. They had no just cause to possess us. I’d hastily promised the archangels I would stop the war, but I had a personal stake in the outcome. I wanted war, and I wanted freedom, so that I would never, ever have to bend on one knee and swear my body over to anyone else.

But how could I get what I wanted, and appease the archangels?

At last Vee and I plunged into the cold night air. The crowd fled into the darkness both ways down the street. Without stopping to catch our breath, we raced toward the Neon.

Chapter 7

VEE BOUNCED THE NEON INTO THE DRIVEWAY OF the farmhouse and punched the stereo off.

“Well, that was enough crazy for one night,” she said. “What was that? Greasers verses Socs?”

I’d been holding my breath, but I exhaled softly in relief. No hyperventilating. No hysterical hand gestures. No mention of necks snapping. Luckily, Vee hadn’t seen the worst of it. “You’re one to talk. You never read The Outsiders. ”

“I saw the movie. Matt Dillon was hot before he got old. ”

A thick, expectant silence filled the car.

“Okay, cut the crap,” Vee said. “Small talk’s over. Spill. ” When I hesitated, she added, “That was some crazy business back there, but something was wrong way before that. You were acting funny all night. I saw you running in and out of the Devil’s Handbag. And then, suddenly, you want to clear out the place. I gotta tell you, babe. I need an explanation. ”

This was where things got tricky. I wanted to tell Vee the whole truth, but it was also vital to her safety that she believe the lies I was about to tell her. If Cowboy Hat and his friends were serious about digging around in my personal life, sooner or later they’d learn Vee was my best friend. I couldn’t stand the idea of them threatening or questioning her, but if they did, I wanted every answer she gave them to sound convincing. Most important, I wanted her to tell them, without any hesitation, that all my ties to Patch had been severed. I intended to throw water on this fire before it raged out of hand.

“While I was at the bar tonight, Patch came over, and it wasn’t pretty,” I began quietly. “He was—wasted. He said some stupid things, I refused to leave with him, and he got physical. ”

“Holy shiz,” Vee muttered under her breath.

“The bouncer kicked Patch out. ”

“Wow. I’m speechless. What do you make of all this?”

I flexed my hands opened and closed in my lap. “Patch and I are over. ”

“Over over?”

“As over as they come. ”

Vee leaned across the console and gave me a hug. She opened her mouth, saw my expression, and thought better of it. “I won’t say it, but you know I’m thinking it. ”

A tear wobbled at the edge of my eye. Vee’s evident relief only made the lie feel that much uglier inside me. I was an awful friend. I knew it, but I didn’t know how to set it right. I refused to put Vee in harm’s way.

“What’s the story with the dude in the flannel shirt?”

What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. “Before Patch got kicked out, he warned me to stay away from the guy in the flannel shirt. Patch said he knew him, and he was trouble. That’ k. Tot ks why I asked you to find out his name. I kept catching him watching me, and it made me nervous. I didn’t want him to follow me home, if that’s what he planned on doing, so I decided to cause mass chaos. I wanted us to be able to leave the Devil’s Handbag without making it easy for him to pick us out and follow us. ”

Vee exhaled, long and slow. “I believe you broke up with Patch. But I don’t believe for one minute the other story. ”

I flinched. “Vee—”

She put her hand up. “I get it. You’ve got your secrets, and one of these days you’ll tell me what’s going on. And I’ll tell you. ” She arched her eyebrows knowingly. “That’s right. You aren’t the only one with secrets. I’ll spill when the time is right, and I figure you will too. ”

I stared at her. This wasn’t how I’d expected our conversation to go. “You have secrets? What secrets?”

“Juicy secrets. ”

“Tell me!”

“Would you look at that,” Vee said, tapping the clock on the dash. “I believe it’s your curfew. ”

I sat openmouthed. “I can’t believe you’re keeping secrets from me. ”

“I can’t believe you’re being such a hypocrite. ”

“This conversation isn’t over,” I said, opening the door reluctantly.

“Not easy on the other side, is it?”

I said good night to my mom, then locked myself in my bedroom and called Patch. When Vee and I fled the Devil’s Handbag, the brown Chevy van had no longer been parked at the curb. It was my guess that Patch had left before the fallen angels’ surprise invasion, since he would have stormed inside the club if he’d believed I was in danger, but I was more curious to know if he’d picked up Cowboy Hat. For all I knew, they were having a conversation right now. I wondered if Patch was asking questions or making threats. Probably both.

Patch’s voice mail kicked on, and I hung up. Leaving a message seemed too risky. Besides, he’d see the missed call and know it was from me. I hoped he still planned on coming over tonight. I knew our messy confrontation had been staged, but I wanted the reassurance that nothing had changed. I was rattled, and needed to know we were still at the same place emotionally that we’d been before the fight.

I dialed Patch’s cell once more for good measure, then went to bed feeling restless.

Tomorrow was Tuesday. Cheshvan began with the rise of the new moon.

Based on tonight’s grisly free-for-all, I had a feeling fallen angels were counting down the hours until they could unleash their wrath in full.

I awoke to the sound of floorboards creaking. My vision adjusted to the darkness, and I found myself staring at two rather large, muscled legs clad in white tracksuit bottoms.

“Dante?” I said, flailing an arm toward the nightstand, hunting for the clock. “Uuhn. What time is it? What day is it?

“Tuesday morning,” he said. “You know what that means. ” A ball of workout clothes landed in my face. “Meet me in the driveway at your convenience. ”

“Really?”

In the dark, his teeth gleamed with a smile. “Can’t believe you fell for that. Your butt better be outside in T-minus five minutes. ”

Five minutes later I trudged outside, shivering against the chill of mid-October. A light wind stripped leaves off the trees and creaked their branches. I stretched my legs and jumped up and down to get the blood flowing.

“Keep up,” Dante instructed, and he took off sprinting into the woods.

I still wasn’t wild about traipsing through the woods alone with Dante, but I rationalized that if he was going to hurt me, he’d had plenty of opportunities yesterday. So I raced after him, looking for the occasional streak of white that alerted me to his presence. His eyesight must have put mine to shame, because while every now and then I tripped over logs, lost my footing in natural potholes, and smacked my head on low-hanging branches, he navigated the terrain with flawless accuracy. Each and every time I heard his taunting chuckle of amusement, I jumped back on my feet, determined to shove him off a steep slope the first chance I got. There were plenty of ravines around; I just needed to get close enough to him to do the job.

At last Dante stopped, and by the time I caught up, he was stretched out on a large boulder with his hands clasped loosely behind his neck. He’d peeled out of his tracksuit bottoms and Windbreaker, leaving him in knee-length shorts and a fitted T-shirt. Other than a slight rise and fall of his chest, I never could have guessed he’d just sprinted what must have been about ten miles gradually uphill.

I crawled onto the boulder and flopped next to him. “Water,” I said, gasping for breath.

Dante rose up on an elbow and smiled down at me. “Not happening. I’m going to wring you dry. Water makes tears, and tears are one thing I can’t stand. And once you see what I’ve got planned next, you’re going to want to cry. Lucky for me, you won’t be able to. ”

He hooked me under the armpits and dragged me to standing. Dawn was just beginning to light the horizon, coloring the sky an icy pink. Standing side by side on the boulder, we could see for miles. The evergreen trees, spruces and cedars, spread like a towering carpet in every direction, rolling over hills and into the basin of a deep ravine that cut through the scenery.