I called Thomas on his cell. The clanking sound of machinery muffled his voice. “Em, hold on and let me go somewhere quiet.”
I willed him to hurry and tried to figure out how to tell him that a lunatic was on the loose, and thanks to my freaky ability my whole family had big targets painted on their backs. And wombs. Womb.
“What’s up?”
“Do you trust me?”
He answered cautiously. “In what capacity?”
I twisted the phone cord in my fingers. “The other day at the restaurant, you said I was almost an adult and you couldn’t really tell me what to do anymore.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“For reasons I don’t have time to explain, you and Dru need to go somewhere safe. A place where no one can find you. Just for a couple of days, until you hear from me or Michael.” Silence on his end of the phone line. “Thomas?”
“I’m absorbing.”
“We don’t have time—”
“You may not,” he said, sounding exactly like our father would have, “but I’m not making one move until you give me an explanation.”
“The man believed to have killed Liam … Michael thinks he could have a ‘special interest’ in someone with my ability. And now he knows about me. What I can do. Where I live.”
“Go home. I’ll meet you there. We’ll all go somewhere safe together.”
“If I go home, I can’t save Liam. Michael believes that’s the only way we can stop this guy.”
“Understand this,” Thomas said, exchanging his parental tone for a panicked one. “You are just as precious to me as Dru and our baby. I get your motivation, but—”
“Thomas,” I cut him off, and considered asking Michael to leave the room so I could be completely honest with my brother. Instead I turned away and lowered my voice. “My motivation isn’t simply about saving a life or a family. The thing is … I belong here. I’ve found my place in the world. If I walk away now, it will be for good, and I can’t do that.”
“Is Michael with you?” Thomas asked. “Are you somewhere safe?”
“Yes.” As safe as I could be. “He’s right here.”
“Put him on.”
He listened to my brother with intense concentration, reaching out to take my hand halfway through the lecture. I was glad the phone wasn’t attached to a power source.
“Yes, sir. Whatever it takes. To save time, if you and Dru head for the airport we’ll make the arrangements,” Michael said. “A guy named Dune will give you a call.” He listened for another minute. “You got it. Here she is.”
“Everything in me screams that I shouldn’t let you do this,” he said.
“Everything in me screams that you should.”
“I know.” A mix of anxiety and reservation strained his voice. “I love you. Be safe.”
“I love you back, and I will.”
I handed Michael the phone, and he placed it on the receiver.
“You know what we have to do,” I said. Nothing like a sociopath on your tail to throw things into a clear perspective. “We have to go get Liam. Now.”
“You’re not ready. We can’t risk—”
“We can’t risk Landers finding me before we go back to save Liam. We can’t risk Dru and Thomas and their baby.” I wrapped my arms around myself for comfort. “We can’t risk lots of things.”
Michael pushed the heels of his hands against his forehead. “It was so stupid to leave information about you where Landers could find it.”