The Summoning (Darkest Powers 1)

It sounded easy. Too easy?

I'd seen the looks in their eyes. Derek's barely concealed worry. Simon's stubborn conviction. When pressed, they'd both admitted that, if they couldn't find their dad, there were other supernaturals they could contact.

I

f it took longer than a few days, I had a bank card and the money from my dad. Simon and Derek had a bank card, too, with emergency funds their dad had stashed for them, at least a thousand dollars each, they thought. We'd need to withdraw as much as we could immediately, before anyone knew we were gone and started tracking us. Derek would keep his card and cash in case he needed it, but we'd have Simon's money plus mine. That would get us through.

Whatever happened, we'd be fine. Another shirt, though, might not be a bad idea.

Shirt… That reminded me…

I shoved my backpack under the bed, slipped down to Tori's room. The door was ajar. Through it, I could see that Tori's bed was empty. I gave a gentle push.

“Hello?” She sprang up from Rae's old bed, ripping out her earbuds. “Knock much?”

“I—I thought you were downstairs. ”

“Oh, so you were going to take advantage of that, were you? Set your little scheme in motion?”

I opened the door and stepped inside. “What scheme?”

“The one you and your gang have been planning. I've seen you skulking around, plotting against me. ”

“Huh?”

She wound the earbud wire around her MP3 player, yanking it tight, as if imagining it going around my neck instead. “You think I'm stupid? You're not as sweet and innocent as you seem, Chloe Saunders. First, you seduce my boyfriend. ”

“Boy—Seduce?”

“Then you bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy. "

“What?”

“And now, to make sure everyone in the house is against me, you pull in Rachelle. Don't think I missed your powwow this morning. ”

“And you think we're… plotting against you?” I sputtered a laugh and leaned back against the dresser. “How do you get that ego through the door, Tori? I'm not interested in revenge. I'm not interested in you at all. Get it?”

She slid to the edge of the bed, feet touching down, eyes narrowing. “You think you're clever, don't you?”

I slumped back against the dresser with an exaggerated sigh. “Don't you ever quit? You're like a broken record. Me, me, me. The world revolves around Tori. No wonder even your mom thinks you're a spoiled—”

I stopped myself, but it was too late. For a moment, Tori froze in mid-?rise. Then, slowly, she crumpled back onto the bed.

“I didn't mean—”

“What do you want, Chloe?” She tried to put some bite in the words, but they came out quiet, weary.

“Liz's shirt,” I said after a moment. “Rae says you borrowed a green hoodie from Liz. ”

She waved toward the dresser. “It's in there. Middle drawer. Mess it up and you can refold everything. ”

And that was it. No “Why do you want it?” or even “Did she call asking for it?” Her gaze had already gone distant. Doped up? Or beyond caring?

I found the shirt. An emerald green Gap hoodie. A personal effect.

I shut the drawer and straightened.

“You got what you came for,” Tori said. “Now run along and play with your friends. ”

I walked to the door, grasped the handle, then turned to face her.

“Tori?"

“What?”

I wanted to wish her luck. I wanted to tell her I hoped she got what she was looking for, what she needed. I wanted to tell her I was sorry.

With everything that went on at Lyle House, and the discovery that at least three of us didn't belong here, it was easy to forget that some kids did. Tori had problems. Expecting her to behave like any normal teenage girl, then shunning and insulting her when she didn't, was like mocking the slow kids at school. She needed help and support and consideration, and she hadn't gotten it from anyone but Liz.

I clutched Liz's shirt in my hands and tried to think of something to say, but anything I did say would come out wrong, condescending.

So I said the only thing I could. “Good-?bye. ”

Thirty-nine

I STUFFED LIZ'S HOODIE INTO my bag. It took up more room than I could afford, but I needed it. It could answer a question I really needed to answer… just as soon as I worked up the courage to ask.

When Derek had announced we'd be leaving that night, my first thought had been there's not enough time, but there was too much time. We did homework we'd never submit, helped Mrs. Talbot think up meals we'd never eat, all the while fighting the urge to slip away and plan some more. Both Rae and Tori had noticed my “powwows” with the guys, and if we kept it up, the nurses might suspect it was more than teen hormones at work.

I warned the others about Tori, but no one seemed concerned. It was like I told her—she was totally out of our minds. Insignificant. I wondered whether that hurt her most of all.

* * *

We spent the evening watching a movie. For once, I paid so little attention that if I was asked for a log line ten minutes after the credits rolled, I couldn't have given one.

Derek didn't join us. Simon said his brother was wiped from the night before and wanted to rest up so he'd be clearheaded for helping us tonight. I wondered whether his fever was coming back.

When Mrs. Talbot asked after Derek, Simon said he “wasn't feeling great. ” She tut-?tutted and withdrew to play cards with Ms. Abdo, not even going upstairs to check on him. That's how it always was with Derek. The nurses seemed to leave him to his own devices, like his size made them forget he was still a kid. Or maybe, given his file and his diagnosis, they wanted as little contact with him as possible.