Текст книги "See Me"

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE SUN WAS PREPARING to rise when we got back to the village and glided the car into its original spot. I’d woken the others to help me. I guess Cassidy and Rock got tired of being yelled at to quit making lip-smacking noises in the backseat, and they’d fallen asleep halfway home.

Knowing dawn would break at any moment, we made our way to the bungalows. My hand tingled, remembering how McKale held it the whole way home except the few times I needed both hands on the wheel. The memory of how he’d kissed me on the dance floor, then watched me while I drove had me sighing with contentment as my brilliant sister and I slipped into the room and collapsed onto our beds.

Falling asleep would be a bad idea. Even though today was not a workday for the Shoe House, I still needed to get up and care for the animals this morning. I allowed myself a few minutes of remembrance before I trudged out of bed to change.

“What’re you doing?” Cassidy mumbled. I thought she’d be asleep already.

“I’m gonna do my morning chores early and then I’ll come back and go to bed. We can’t sleep too long though ‘cause Mom and Dad will get suspicious.”

She grunted, falling asleep before I made it out the door.

The sky was brightening and birds were chirping as I walked up the worn path. Weariness overtook me and I couldn’t wait to get back to the room and sleep. At the corner of the fence, I picked up my basket and the small bucket used to scoop meal from the barrel. Something moved by the hen house and I looked up, heart accelerating.

McKale was leaning there with his arms crossed, waiting for me. My body reacted to the sight, heating and buzzing. I got my act together, gathering my things and moving toward him.

“Hey,” I said, feeling shy and self-conscious about the potato-sack apron that covered my shorts and t-shirt. “Is everything okay?”

He stared at me warmly for a minute without replying, and then he ran a hand through his red locks.

“Aye, all is well. I needed to see ye once more before I took to bed.”

“Oh,” I breathed. His voice sounded different. More confident and serious. The heat that began when I saw him now completely took over my body. Unlike when we’d first met, he didn’t try to avert his eyes from me. He was openly drinking me in with an inquisitive newness, unperturbed by my less-than-attractive clothing ensemble in the morning light. I set my basket on the thick fencepost.

We moved forward at the same time, not stopping until we were kissing again, his hands wrapping around my waist to pull me close while my fingers found his hair. It was just as passionate as our kiss on the dance floor, only this time we could hear one another’s shortened breaths and satisfying little sounds. A low moan rose up from his throat. Knowing I caused that pleasure from deep inside him gave me a strange taste of power.

A sudden snap from the path startled me and I pushed away from him. He kept a hand on my waist, protectively.

“’Tis alright,” he whispered.

Leilah and Rachelle stood at the opening of the path in their aprons and bonnets with baskets in their hands and astounded looks on their faces. McKale lifted a hand to them in greeting. The girls simultaneously broke into giggles and turned, running down the path away from us. I let out a laugh and McKale grinned.

“I’d best leave ye to yer work. Unless, er, perhaps ye’d like a hand since I frightened away the help?”

I smiled at his offer. I appreciated that he was willing to jeopardize his man card to help me, but I was perfectly capable of doing it on my own.

“It won’t take me long, McKale,” I told him. “You go get some sleep. I’ll see you this afternoon, right?”

He pulled me to him again and laid his lips gently against mine.

“I fancied it when ye called me Kale.”

A shiver slid down my back and I sighed. Who was this guy? Was this who’d been hiding under that shell all along? Because I liked him. A lot. He made me feel like a new and improved version of myself.

“Another date today, aye?” he said against my lips. “The two of us.”

“Okay,” I whispered. One more cute grin, and then he was walking away, down the path, standing taller than I’d ever seen him. I couldn’t bring myself to move until every trace of red hair disappeared into the village.

* * *

Mom came to our room and woke us with two plates of food at midday. We took the plates with slow, guilty movements.

“You girls must have stayed up too late last night.” She was sitting cross-legged on the woven throw rug while Cassidy and I sat on our beds. We nodded at her and chewed our food.

“So, where exactly did you take the car for six hours?”

The bite I’d just swallowed halted in my esophagus, and Cass turned as green as a pixie. For a moment I wondered if Mom was talented enough to give us both the Heimlich at the same time. She gave a halfhearted grin at our choking silence.

“You girls know I’m a light sleeper when I’m not exhausted. And I’ve been on my guard with everything going on lately. We would have let you go if you had asked, you know. You could have left sooner and had more time away.” She shifted her pointed gaze back and forth between the two of us. “Ah, well. What a shame.”

Cassidy and I looked at each other.

“Mom…,” I began. As the “mature and responsible” older sister, I felt the sting of blame from within. Saying sorry seemed so measly.

She put us out of our misery by shrugging and standing, brushing off her bottom and leaving us.

“Shitballs,” Cass said, around the mouthful of bread she’d yet to swallow. I nodded my head in agreement. Mom tried not to show it, but I knew she was hurt that we’d run off behind her back. I set my fork on the plate, not hungry anymore.

I couldn’t restrain the snark. “Told you we should have just asked.”

“Oh, shut up. You were having the time of your life, all, kiss me Leprechaun! Don’t act like you regret it.”

I whacked her head with a feather pillow and she whined. “I regret hurting Mom,” I clarified. “We need to go apologize.”

“And beg forgiveness,” Cass added, sounding grumpy. She threw the pillow back to my bed. “At least you can’t be grounded anymore. I might not have a life for the beginning of my senior year now.”

We crawled out of bed and got ready to face the day. Cassidy grabbed my arm.

“Please tell me it was worth it,” she said.

I looked in her pretty brown eyes. “It was so worth it,” I admitted.

She grinned. “Is he a good kisser?”

I felt embarrassed and tried not to smile, which made her poke me in the side.

“Tell me!” she said, tickling my waist.

“All right, yes!” I laughed. “Oh, my gosh. Just… yes.”

She stilled and eyed me with loving affection. I knew all of her expressions so well. She was happy for me, and sort of proud. But it was the kind of pride laced with sadness, like a parent whose child was growing up and preparing to leave them.

“Come on,” I whispered, afraid to get emotional.

Cassidy and I walked down to the clearing where people ate and played various games.

McKale sat with my parents. He looked pale when he saw us.

“Ah, girls!” Dad said. “McKale was just telling us all about the dance club.”

Oy. My stomach tightened. McKale gave us apologetic looks as we sat down in our usual places, slumping.

“Mom and Dad,” I said. “I’m sorry we took the car without asking.” My voice was somber, but the words still sounded lame.

“Yeah, we’re sorry.” Cassidy looked like she might cry again. The girl had an endless supply of tears at her disposal.

“If something had happened to you all…” Mom let the thought taper away as she closed her eyes and shook her head, imagining the worst.

We hung our heads in shame.

“You girls aren’t children anymore. We’re prepared to give you more freedoms if you act responsibly. Your mother and I are reasonable people, aren’t we?”

Cass and I nodded at him, barely raising our chins.

Dad exhaled a heavy sigh and went on. “You’re old enough now that we should be able to talk through things. Let’s just put last evening behind us for now and try to enjoy the rest of the summer. We can plan another trip out of the village at some point before we go, okay?” Again we nodded. “Alrighty then. What’s on your agendas for today?”

We were all quiet for a second, and then I decided to throw out some positive vibes.

“McKale and I are going on a date today. Right now if that’s okay.”

My parents perked up.

“Of course,” Mom cooed, taking Dad’s hand and smiling at us. I watched as McKale’s eyes took in my parent’s affectionate interaction with one another.

“Yeah. I think it’s time for the video and the bin.”

Cassidy gasped and Mom covered her heart.

“Oh, honey, I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

“Thanks,” I said, relieved that the worst of the tension had passed from the table. I looked at McKale again, whose face now showed obvious confusion. “I’m probably going to need your help carrying something,” I told him. “I thought we could go to your favorite place today.”

“Erm… aye, of course.” He stood after I did and we reached for each others’ hands.

When I turned to say good-bye to my family, both my mom and sister had tears streaming, and I swear my dad’s eyes glistened as well. Ah, my family. Sweet cry babies. My heart was full, and I said the only thing worth saying.

“Love you guys.”

McKale gave me a what-the-heck-is-going-on? look, so I gently tugged his hand and led him to my room. He stood in the doorway like a gentleman. He looked happy when he saw the tiny berry basket he’d given me on the table next to my bed. I’d started picking flowers to put in it every morning after chores.

“So, I have an idea,” I told him. “We’re going to be out for a long time today, if that’s all right. Probably past dinner.”

“A long date?” He seemed to love using the foreign word. “Well, tha’s just terrible, it is.”

I laughed, charmed because he’d never really teased me before. I bent to pick up my backpack and put it on my shoulders. It had my laptop and a spare battery pack. To be on the safe side I shoved my compact umbrella inside, too. Then I leaned down and lifted the bin. It wasn’t heavy, but it was bulky. McKale took it from me, looking down at the blue plastic container with interest.

“You’ll see,” I promised him. “Come on, let’s go.”

We stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a bundle of bread, dried meat, and a jar of mead. And then we were off, veering out from the village to make a wide arc around the portal. Neither of us made mention of the other realm or its freaky occupants. McKale led me through the grasses and underbrush, stopping once to pull a small licorice plant from the ground. We skirted the edge of the forest, which was lined with beautiful, tall flowers. McKale must have seen me admiring them.

“Hollyhock,” he said, nodding his head toward the flowers and then looking straight ahead as he carried the bin with ease. His ears seemed to redden. My eyes went back to the flowers growing along the border of the woods, and I was amazed. I reminded him of those? They had solid stalks where they shot up from the earth, spiking upward into multiple stems with light green leaves and clusters of gorgeous blooms. There were hundreds of the flowers lining this path, in soft violets and rich maroons. Looking at them made me feel beautiful and strong.

“’Tis here,” McKale whispered. We came to a hill with an oak tree sitting at the top. I relished the slight burn in my legs as we climbed until we were shaded under the oak’s thick canopy. It smelled earthy, like moss and mushrooms. McKale set the bin down amid the soft grass and clover as I spread a blanket, motioning for him to sit next to me. My whole body was alight with anticipation.

“I’m going to start at the beginning,” I explained, cracking the bin just enough to pull out the paddle and ball. My hands were shaking. “This is a toy. It goes like this.” I tried to show him and he chuckled as I fumbled. A perfect example of why I didn’t play hand sports. I held the toy out and told him to give it a try. After a few failed attempts, he totally had it going, just like the seven-year-old-me knew he would. He was so cute concentrating with his tongue poking out again.

“Kale?”

“Hm?” He continued bouncing the ball on the paddle, almost losing it but recovering with a slight tilt.

“I got that for you when I was seven. Will you do me the honor of accepting this gift?”

He brought it down to his lap. “Seven? Ye were but a wee child…”

I nodded. “And I was thinking about you.”

He was motionless, and I could sense thoughts circulating in his mind, trying to process the idea.

“Aye, Robyn. I would be honored to accept this gift from ye.”

“Yay!” I laughed at my own girly exclamation.

And so the fun began. One by one, I pulled out each gift in chronological order, explaining and asking him to accept it. My inner child rejoiced with each acceptance, and as the gifts piled up around him, I felt something lifting in each of us, shifting us closer. When we got to the first gift that I’d talked about on video, I set up the laptop and watched McKale’s eyes pop.

He wanted to push the buttons and know what they each did, so I gave him a brief tutorial before pushing play. My nearly fourteen-year-old face filled the screen.

He laughed and pointed. “Blazes, ‘tis you Robyn!”

I laughed, too, mostly out of embarrassment about my badly chopped bangs in the video. And, oh geez, was that a pimple on my chin? Would it have killed me to wear some make-up?

“Almost four years ago,” I said.

We watched for several hours, cracking up laughing about some of the silliness, especially things that Cassidy said whenever she’d video bomb. I’d forgotten about a lot of it. But the best part about the video was watching McKale’s reaction. He stared, riveted, leaning toward the screen. Sometimes he would nod in response to the on-screen me, or say something under his breath. He was oblivious to anything else.

In retrospect I can say it was during those hours of video-watching under the tree that I fell in love with McKale. As he watched me transform from an awkward new teen to a young woman on the screen, I watched him change from a jaded young man to a man who realized he’d been wanted all along.

I watched him heal, and I knew he finally saw the truth—finally saw me.

It was dusk when the video ended. He sat with his knees up, looking around at the gifts, understandably overwhelmed. He shook his head and ruffled his hair.

“I don’ know what to say, Robyn. I…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

“But I do.” He spread his arms at the display of things around us. “I never thought… If I’d had any notion…”

“I know. I just wish I could have written you or something. And I didn’t expect you to do anything like this.” I motioned toward the gifts. “I know bindings are for the bloodlines, but it’s hard to spend every day growing up with parents like mine and not hope for that kind of happiness.”

He turned to face me where we sat, placing us closer with our legs touching.

His voice was quiet and hesitant. “Do ye think ye could find that happiness with me, Robyn?”

I held his hazel eyes. My feelings for him had grown exponentially in the past few days. I cared for him now. We still had a long way to go, and obvious obstacles to overcome, but I was filled with hope.

“I think I could,” I whispered. “But it’ll only work if we both want it.”

He didn’t answer, and his face was so serious. In the next breath McKale bridged the space between us, his warm mouth on mine. His hands held each side of my face. I reached up and held his forearms until he pulled away just enough to see my eyes. We sat there, reading each other and savoring our prospects.

“I’ve found more happiness since ye came along than e’er before in my life. For the first time I look forward to the future. I still can’t believe me own luck.”

Luck of the Irish. I let out a rattled laugh of emotion, but McKale frowned at me.

“Are ye sad?” He swiped the back of his fingers up my cheeks.

“No. I’m happy.” My chin trembled as I said it and I realized I was crying. I’d never cried happy tears in all my life. I never understood how joy could make someone cry. It was unnatural, like the way the sun sometimes shone through the clouds while it rained. Apparently I required profound, blissful relief in order to trigger a tearful response. And clover kisses.

A light pattering of rain began to tinker around us. We hurriedly packed up my laptop and returned all of the gifts to the bin. Instead of leaving right away, we opened the umbrella and sat under it together, eating. And kissing.

Now I knew why romantics listened to love songs and gushed about stories with happy endings. There was exhilaration in such sweetness. Feeling like this made me see the world differently.

It was after sundown as we jogged the long way around the portal back to the village. We slowed our pace once we heard music playing in the distance and saw light from bonfires in the clearing.

“Will you dance with me tonight?” I asked him.

He answered with a shy grin. “Aye.”

I was eager to get to the party. A twinge of magic zapped me in the torso. McKale and I stopped mid-step. My eyes scanned the darkened field with dread as mist wet our faces and hair. My heart pounded so hard I was certain McKale could hear it next to me. I couldn’t see anything out there. The portal was still invisible.

“Nothing there,” he whispered, still staring out into the blackness. “Perhaps someone shifted.” But he sounded unsure and his Adam’s apple dipped and rose when he swallowed. I stepped a little closer to him, wishing he didn’t have to carry the bin so we could hold hands.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

The twinge of magic had been an unwelcome reminder of the girl from another realm, lying in wait. I didn’t fool myself into believing she’d be a gracious loser when she found out about McKale and me. But the question was, what would she do about it? I stared in the general direction of where the portal was as we passed it, feeling with each step that we were dodging bullets and jumping land mines.

Maybe it was time to search for a four-leaf clover. Or a whole field of them. I was going to need all the luck I could get.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

IT WAS STRANGE TO part ways with McKale and watch him carry the bin away. The blue container had been a constant part of my life for so long, and now it was going home where it belonged.

I went back to my room and was surprised to see Cassidy in bed. She stirred when I came in, rolling over and shoving something under the covers.

“Still tired?” I asked her.

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”

“As if I know.” I laughed. “What were you looking at?”

She sat up and shrugged.

“Show me.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted, pulling out a small item I recognized as her pocket calendar. “I’ve been keeping track of the date. Do you know your birthday’s only six days away?”

“Yeah, I know.” My insides leapt with nervous energy at the reminder. I plopped myself down next to her and we both laid back.

“You okay, Cass?”

“I don’t know.”

I took her hand and we continued to stare up at the low thatched rafters.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“A lot of things.”

“Please don’t be sad. Especially about me. I think everything’s going to be okay.”

She waved it off and cleared her throat. “How did it go when you gave him the gifts?”

I rolled toward her, curling up and smiling into her shoulder.

“It was amazing,” I whispered.

“Really?” I could hear the happiness in her voice. “Finally.”

“Everyone outside is dancing and stuff. Will you come with me?”

She shrugged and said, “I guess.”

“I wish Rock could come,” I whispered.

“You do?”

“Yes. He’s fun, and he makes you happy.” I touched the tip of her nose. “I do want you to be happy, even if I worry. Now, come on.”

We struggled out of her bed and got ready, pulling our hair back in ponytails. We walked out to the open area where a light rain still fell, finding McKale sitting with our parents. He stood when he saw me, and his face lit up.

“Whoa,” Cassidy whispered as we approached them. “Must have been a really good date.”

When we got to the table I stretched up to kiss McKale on the cheek before taking his hand. My family appeared ready to burst into a round of applause. Instead, Dad stood and announced he would get us all a round of mead. Cassidy made a face, sticking out her tongue.

“I’m sick of that stuff. I’d kill for a soda.”

“Sorry, chickadee. I’ll get you some water.” Dad walked off with a grin.

“Ready to dance?” I asked McKale.

He kicked a small tuft of grass. “I’m no’ the best o’ line-dancers.”

“We’ll get through it together. Come on.”

I tugged his hand toward the dance formation. It was the middle of a song and the dancers were holding hands in a circle, moving back as they lowered their arms, and moving in as they lifted joined hands to the sky. When we stepped into the circle of dancers, a few people started clapping, and soon the entire clearing of Chaun broke into cheers. McKale’s grip tightened on my hand. They were cheering for us.

It was mine and McKale’s first time dancing in front of the Chaun as a couple. Our first true appearance together. Seeing their expressions of relief and joy made me realize they’d been worried that McKale and I weren’t hitting it off. So much was riding on our union. Seeing us hand-in-hand brought the clan’s hopes to the surface.

Emotion swelled inside me as McKale and I took our places among them. Every person who wasn’t dancing circled around us, clapping in sync.

Brogan stood with my family, and even from a distance I could see firelight reflecting the moisture in his eyes. This was the confirmation they’d all been waiting for, and I was glad to give it. Maybe I was biased, but as I linked hands with my betrothed and we stepped in tune to the music, I was certain it was the happiest dance ever performed. Despite his worries, he moved lithely, full of grace. And the way he captured my eyes… there was no way anyone watching could doubt what had grown between us. Especially as the dance ended and he tilted his head down for a kiss, which was met with a round of hooting from the clan.

Leilah and Rachelle came running over afterward, and I embraced them.

“By glory!” Leilah whispered in my ear. “I’ve never seen our McKale so sure of himself! A lucky lad, he is.”

Brogan climbed atop a table and belted out, “Well, Leprechauns! It looks as though we’re going to have ourselves a binding!”

Raucous cheers bellowed and I smiled up at McKale as that roller-coaster sensation wooshed through my body.

“Leon Mason!” Brogan shouted. “As the father of the binding female, you shall name the date.”

Daddy looked at me. I nodded, though nervous energy ratcheted under my skin.

“Six days from now!” Dad announced in a loud, clear voice.

“Six days it is!” Brogan lifted his glass and the clan raised theirs with him. “Here, here!”

“Here, here!” the clan chanted.

Oh, wow. Oh, gosh. Oh, shitballs. Six days.

One by one, Chaun members and village women approached us, kissing our hands and hugging us. In that moment, I admitted to myself I’d been harboring mild negative feelings toward the majority of McKale’s people. It bothered me how McKale was treated, and how they seemed to think women were lesser in many ways. But with each well-wish received, hurtful emotions shed away into forgiveness, leaving behind fresh, new sentiments.

My family was the last to embrace us. Dad held me close and kissed my head.

“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he whispered. I swallowed hard and squeezed him in return.

Mom and Cassidy cried. Shocking, I know. But I understood their happy tears now. I knew love was bursting inside their hearts for McKale and I, and it made me adore them more than ever.

* * *

Heavy, celebratory drinking ensued that night. Even after I headed off to the bungalows with Cassidy, we could still hear slurred singing drifting up the path.

“Somebody’s in love,” Cass teased. “Two somebodies, actually.”

I wanted to respond that there’d been no L-word action, but something in her voice was off. Her smile felt forced, and none of her usual amusement filled her words. She seemed fragile. We entered our room and closed the door, lighting the gas lamp. I needed to be gentle with her.

“What’s going on, Cass? Talk to me.”

She swallowed hard and blinked. Her hair was matted to her head from the rain earlier in the night. I’m sure I looked just as pleasant.

“I’m just tired.” She concentrated on changing out of her damp clothes.

“It’s something more than that.”

She didn’t answer me, choosing instead to climb into bed.

“No, I’m seriously so tired. I’m just going to sleep, and when I wake up, everything is going to be okay.”

Before I could attempt to get to the bottom of the issue, a weird buzzing and flapping noise came from outside our door.

“What the hell is that?” Cassidy sat up in bed with wide eyes. We stared at the door.

It continued, and we both jumped to our feet.

“Sounds like… a bird or something,” I said. A really large bird. Cracking the door, I peeked out into the darkness with Cassidy looking over my shoulder. I reeled when I heard the flapping again, but it was further away now. We opened the door enough to step out and look around. A small, hazy green form disappeared into the dark trees. Faint, high-pitched cackling sounded from within the nearby forest. I stared out, frozen, but Cassidy grabbed my wrist and tugged me back into the room, slamming the door behind us. We both leaned against it, breathing hard.

“That was one of those creepy little pixie things, wasn’t it?” Cassidy asked.

“No way.” I had no idea why I was denying it when we both knew that’s exactly what it had been.

“Freaky Fae Girl has a spy,” she said.

My stomach churned, threatening to send up all the mead inside.

“I hate her,” I whispered.

“I do, too. Let’s kick her ass. Two against one.”

“Don’t even joke,” I said, feeling queasy.

“You’re scared of her.” The realization seemed to shock Cassidy, and she grabbed my hand.

I’d never admitted fear, but I couldn’t deny it. We both knew that the FFG could take away everything I loved and royally screw up our lives if she had the notion. I was glad Cass didn’t say anything trite about how it would all be okay and there was nothing to fear.

“McKale loves you.”

Those cozy words made me close my eyes. I wanted him to love me. My heart was definitely headed in that direction, and I didn’t want to go alone. “Maybe,” I whispered.

“He hasn’t said it?”

“No.”

“Well, it was all over his face tonight. I’m happy for you, Robyn. So happy.”

Again with the sad voice, despite her sweet words. Something was off, but I was afraid to push her anymore tonight. She would likely clam up and get mad.

I lay my head on her shoulder and she leaned her head against mine. We stayed like that until it was clear the pixie wasn’t coming back, and then we climbed into our beds. Cassidy hadn’t been lying about being tired. She fell right to sleep.

She didn’t even wake when a gust of wind blew our door open. We must not have shut it all the way. I leapt from the bed with my heart in my throat, groping in the dark for the swinging door. I closed it hard and pushed my heavy suitcase in front of it. While I tossed and turned all night, afraid of monsters outside, Cassidy slept hard, even snoring at times.

I hoped she was okay. My world felt off kilter when Cass wasn’t well.

* * *

At some point that night my body’s exhaustion overrode my mind’s fears. I woke in the morning to the sound of Cassidy whispered cussing in our bathroom. She shuffled out and sat on her bed, leafing through her mini-calendar again.

“Hey, chickadee.”

She jumped at the sound of my sleepy voice.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Cass let out a derisive laugh and rubbed her temples. “I don’t know. I think… maybe… ugh! Never mind.”

“You think what? Tell me.” I sat up and took out my hairband, smoothing my hair back into another ponytail. She dropped her hands and looked right at me.

“The Clourichaun can’t, like, reproduce or whatever, right?”

A sickening dread filled me and the world seemed to stop.

“No. Why? Is your period late?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Four days.”

We stared at each other. Cassidy and I were never late. We were like the clockwork sisters.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, jumping up.

“Where are you going? Don’t tell Mom and Dad!”

“I’m not. I’m getting McKale.”

I ran from the room in my pajamas and bare feet with my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. I only saw one other person, so it must have been super early. Crap, I had to feed the animals! I sprinted and almost tackled Leilah and Rachelle as they came around the corner. I panted, leaning down with my hands on my knees.

“I’m going to be a little late on my chores.” I felt light headed. They eyed me like I was a scary sight.

“Don’ worry, miss Robyn. We’ll take care of the lot this mornin’. Ye just relax now.” Leilah patted my arm and they ambled off to work.

“Thank you,” I called.

I made it to McKale’s room and knocked on his door. He answered after a minute, shirtless with half his hair sticking up. He attempted to flatten out the mess of red when he saw that I was his visitor.

“Wha’ happened?”

“Can you come with me?” I whispered, wishing I didn’t sound so frantic. “I can’t talk about it out here.” He nodded and left the door open while he flew around his room, throwing on a shirt and scooping a handful of water to tame his hair. I waited outside the door with my arms crossed.

Cassidy couldn’t be pregnant. She was under a lot of stress with this trip: being in a strange place, knowing she’d soon be without her sister, getting involved in a serious whirlwind romance with someone she’d met a month ago. That stuff could have thrown off her body. I did the dates in my head. She would have conceived during one of their first times, if not the very first. What were the chances?

McKale came out, closing the door, and we rushed to my room where Cassidy waited. Once we were in with the door closed, the three of us stood close so we could keep our voices low. We each crossed our arms over our chests, which might have been comical under different circumstances.