The Ballad of Aramei (The Darkwoods Trilogy 3)
But more than anything I wonder about Alex and the things she said to me. And I feel it in my heart…I know that my sister has finally come home.
Chapter 17
“SHE SPECIFICALLY SAID THAT this girl wanted to see you suffer?” Isaac says for the second time as if he hopes to have heard me wrong the first.
He paces near the window in his bedroom, having just returned from Augusta and another triumphant challenge.
“That’s what she said,” I answer, sitting on the edge of his dresser.
Harry stands off to the side by the bedroom door.
“But we already knew this,” I say. “Isaac, this isn’t new.”
Isaac starts to pace heavier. His magnetic blue eyes are focused on anything that happens to be in his line of sight, but I doubt he actually sees any of it. He appears anxious; his hands are balled gently at his sides. Back and forth he walks, bringing up one arm across his stomach and resting the other elbow in his hand. Then he stops and shoots a look at Harry. “Do you think she could be the traitor?”
I look to and from them both with my legs dangling over the side of the dresser, my hands propped against the wood finish. And I’m trying to hide my own anxiousness; all I really want to do right now is see Alex.
“I don’t know,” Harry says. “She could be, but not any more or less than anyone else. She seemed sincere and truthful, but in the grand scheme of things, if she is the traitor, her ability to be believable is better than any of ours.” He arches a brow and grins, “Well, except maybe for mine.”
Isaac looks quickly back at me, “And you say Zia actually said ‘Praverian’ to you?” He doesn’t let me answer, but lets out a deep breath and throws his hands in the air. “Great. We rule one out and just gain another,” he says perturbed. “Another possible suspect, not to mention another headache that we don’t need right now. Even if Alex isn’t the traitor, we can’t deal with her right now…,” he looks over at me, softening his words and his eyes. “Baby, I don’t mean to be an ass—it’s your sister and I get that—but you have to agree with me on this. This is the worst possible time for her to be showing back up in your life.”
I sigh and look down. “I know,” I say dejected, and then I meet his eyes again. “You’re right. But Isaac, we can’t send her away, either. So what are we going to do?”
His index finger points up in the air. “Bondage,” he says and I look at him blankly.
“Follow me,” he adds and walks right out the door.
An hour later, Nathan comes back to the house with two sets of custom-made iron shackles, apparently infused with real silver. They used them on Rachel when she first joined their pack.
“I don’t want to know why Xavier had these,” Nathan says, handing a black duffle bag to Isaac with the shackles hidden inside. “I almost asked him, but…,” he holds up his hand as if to make an announcement, but then his expression changes and he sort of grits his teeth and shudders. “…I dunno, bro, you might want to wash those before you touch them.”
Nathan, Harry and I follow Isaac down into the basement where Alex still sits against the wall in a pool of filth.
Zia, Sebastian, Camilla and Daisy have been guarding over her on my orders, for both our safety and Alex’s.
“She won’t talk to us,” Zia says.
“I told her not to,” I say.
Isaac goes straight over to Alex, bypassing our conversations, and falls into a squatting position in front of her.
Zia is looking at me, offended more than ever now.
“Zia, I’m sorry, but right now we need to talk to her and figure out some things—”
“Whatever,” Zia says, affronted, “I get it. I understand that I have no rank in this family, but I thought that by now I would’ve at least earned everyone’s trust.”
I’ve never seen Zia like this before. Never. She is truly hurt and it rips me apart, but I can’t fix it as much as I want to.
“Zia—”
She puts up her hand and walks past me. “I’ll be in my room,” she says and rounds the corner; Sebastian looks across at me as if to say he’s sorry, and then he leaves with her.
“Damnit,” I say, dropping my hands hard at my sides.
“Don’t worry about her right now,” Daisy says stepping up and touching my hand softly. She brushes a tendril of my hair between her fingers. “I’ll go talk to Zia.” She pauses, looks over at Alex and then she smiles warmly back at me. “I’m really glad that your sister is here, Adria.”
“So am I,” Camilla says. “Her aura reads in funny colors to me, but I believe she really loves you.”
Not even Harry’s so-so assurances could make me feel as good as Camilla did just now. Somehow, coming from her, someone who embodies peace and the ability to read other’s energies, she seems more convincing.
Daisy and Camilla leave together and as I watch them ascend the steps, I hope that Daisy can fix this stuff between me and Zia.
“I’m going to put these shackles on your wrists and ankles,” Isaac says holding the shackles in his hands. “The silver in them will make you weak, maybe sick after a while, but it’s necessary—unless you would rather stay down here.” He’s speaking to her in a calm, comforting voice. Maybe it’s more for me than for her, but either way, I’m relieved.
Alex sneers at Isaac and grits her teeth. I swear she might’ve been about to spit in his face. I move closer to them and crouch down beside Isaac.
“It’s to be expected,” he says to me without looking away from Alex. “Rachel was the same way for a while.”
“A while?” I say mockingly. “Yeah, I don’t think that ‘while’ has ended yet.”
I turn to Alex. “I thought you said you’d do anything to prove yourself?”
“For you, Dria,” she says and her dirty hair falls over her eyes. “But not for them. And I already see how far their hospitality goes.” She juts out her chin, letting the hair fall away to expose her bruised and bloodied face in the full light streaming from the bulb above.
“To cooperate with them is cooperating with me,” I say. “Please, Alex…you can’t be like this—”
“Defiance is and always will be her nature,” Isaac says, but then he puts his attention solely on Alex. “The one who beat you down here; she doesn’t represent our ‘hospitality’. Truth be told, you and Rachel are a lot alike.”
Alex laughs and says with dark sarcasm, “We’re nothing alike. I wouldn’t need six girls to help catch her like she did me. I would catch her alone and I would beat the shit out of her alone.”
To hear my sister talk this way is a shock to my system even after everything she’s already done. She had always been so loving and kind when she was human, except when she got angry and punched Jeff or our step-brother, Trent. Intolerance and violence I guess has always been inside of her and the Vargas bloodline has just brought it out in brazen, hostile ways. I shut my eyes and sigh softly just thinking about it. But she’s back and my heart tells me that she’d never hurt me. Not again. She may be a cruel, angry bitch the rest of her life, but as long as she stays devoted to me, I guess if I look at it in a positive light, this could actually be a good thing.
I reach over and take one set of shackles from Isaac’s hands.
“This will just be until we figure something out,” I say. “You’ll be able to hang around the house with me—I’ll take you first thing to the bathroom and help get you cleaned up.”
Alex’s eyes soften and she nods.
Isaac sets the second pair of shackles on the floor next to my feet and moves back to stand with Harry and Nathan who have been extra quiet this whole time.
“But you have to promise me one thing,” I say.
“Anything,” she says, but then smiles and adds, “Unless you want me to do any maid-type stuff. I’m no one’s maid, alright?”
My face breaks into a smile. “Now that’s the Alex I remember.” And then I get serious, “Promise me you won’t leave again.”
She smiles back at me and underneath all of the dirt and blood and fading bruises, that smile looks just like my sister’s smile. The one when we were both human and when we were inseparable.
“I promise,” she says.
Alex reaches out her hands toward me, wrists-up, and I look to Isaac for help with taking the old ones off, which are connected to the stone wall. Isaac holds out his hand to Nathan and Nathan puts the key in his palm.
“And Alex,” I say just before Isaac goes to unlock the shackles, “this is Isaac. And I love him. And he treats me just how you always wanted a guy to treat me. So please…at least cooperate with him, if no one else.”
Alex narrows her eyes up at him, but this time it’s more out of scrutiny than defiance.
“And you’re the new Alpha now, I hear,” she says to him, looking him over. She appears more like my overprotective big sister than an inferior werewolf staring up at the Alpha. “Well, I’ll warn you now….if you ever hurt my sister, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Nathan and Harry are whispering something behind me, but I don’t listen in.
I swallow hard and glance over at Isaac to see a slim smile sneak up on his face.
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” he says gently, obviously tolerating her for my sake, “and I won’t hurt her. I give you my word.”
Alex ruffles her nose. “We’ll see.”
I suppress my laughter, but can’t completely suppress my smile. I can already see that they’re going to butt heads, but something tells me that—if all goes well and she really isn’t here with heartless intentions—she and Isaac will more or less share an understanding.
Once Alex gives in, Isaac leans over to unlock the shackles around her wrists and I move in afterwards and put the new ones on, clamping the clasp down and locking the iron-silver pin in place. Alex unfolds her legs out from underneath her and we do the same with the shackles around her ankles.
“I’ll make sure everyone in the house knows to keep to themselves,” Nathan nominates himself and starts toward the steps. “Primarily Rachel—Damn, bro, we’re gonna have our hands full with these two.” He shakes his head, laughing gently.
Alex, carefully rising to her feet, snarls at Nathan and says, “As long as she keeps her distance, there won’t be any problems.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Nathan says smiling. “Rachel conveniently forgets her boundaries sometimes.” I wonder if the thought of Alex and Rachel in a ‘girl fight’ is somehow turning Nathan on right now. Judging by that look in his eyes, it probably is.
“Good,” Alex says with a sly grin, “I can’t wait.”
I have to admit, I’m grinning inside because Rachel deserves every bit she dishes out. But this is Alex and right now I’m feeling like the little sister all over again and enjoying every bit of it.