Ominous (Private 13)

Was it possible? Had I actually sent Josh a telepathic message? Had I saved us all?

“Where is she?”

I straightened up at the sound of my mother’s voice, forgetting everything instantly.

“Mom!” I shouted.

Her face went slack when she saw me, and she raced over. Josh helped me stand up and I hugged her, clutching her to me as hard as I could.

“Are you all right?” she asked, leaning back and holding my face with both hands. “My God, what did they do to you?”

“I’m okay, Mom,” I said. “I’m fine.”

Behind her, near the door, I saw Grandmother Lange watching us. She had a proud gleam in her eye that made me want to hurl something at her. Was what Mrs. Kane had said about her true? Had she engineered my very existence?

But even as I asked myself the question, I suddenly remembered what Mr. Lange had said that day in his office—that his mother had kept a close eye on all the old families—that she probably knew about me before my own mother did. It was true. All of it. Mrs. Kane and those who believed in the curse might have been nuts, but the people running our side of things weren’t playing with a full deck either.

I glared at her, hating her for what she’d done to my dad. To my mom. To my brother. To me. Even to Mr. Lange and Noelle and her mom. It was like she thought she was God. She couldn’t mess with people’s lives like that, and as soon as I had the chance, I was going to let her know how I felt about her.

As soon as I could get her away from my mother and Mr. Lange and my dad. Who might flatten her the same way he had Demetria Rosewell.

The crowd of officers on the other side of the room shifted, and one of them dragged a handcuffed Mrs. Kane out of a chair. Her makeup was smudged and her hair stuck out around her head as if she’d been hit with an electric shock. She kept her chin high as they led her across the room, but she trembled violently. Clearly she hadn’t expected to end up this way. Clearly she’d had the utmost confidence in her crazy-ass plan.

Suddenly she turned to look at me, as if she’d felt me watching, and sneered. “This isn’t over. You’re trash and you will always be trash.”

I felt a surge of anger and triumph all at once. I pulled away from my mother and Josh, even as they both tried to hold on to me, and strode toward her, my bare feet freezing on the cold cement floor. Clenching my teeth, I got right up in her face, ignoring the forbidding, outstretched arms of the police.

“At least I’m not going to prison,” I seethed. “Have fun rotting in your prison cell with the rest of your crazy friends.”

Mrs. Kane bared her teeth. Her eyes were like an abyss. Dark—so much darker than I’d ever realized. She let out a screech that couldn’t have come from nature, and somehow flung the officer who was holding her to the floor.

Before anyone could move, she had freed herself from her handcuffs, grabbed a knife from the table where they were being bagged and tagged, and flung it, with both hands, at my chest.

“Reed!” Josh screamed.

“No … !” my father shouted.

But I couldn’t move. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t make myself move. It was as if I was being held in place by some invisible force. All I could do was think about how powerful Eliza Williams claimed I could be, and how very, very wrong she was if I couldn’t even step aside to save my own life.

And then, out of nowhere, Mr. Lange flung himself in front of me. The knife pierced his chest with a sickening slicing sound I will never forget as long as I live. And just like that, Noelle’s father, Theresa Billings’s great-grandson, the person who’d given me life, fell to the floor at my feet. His eyes were open, his lungs were still.

I would never get the chance to thank him.