Darkness Becomes Her

“And you killed him,” he said solemnly, eyes sad for me, for what I’d had to do.

“With his blade, yeah, I killed him. I think.” I thought of how my attacker had vanished. I wasn’t sure what had really happened to the guy. Maybe he had died, or maybe he’d disappeared to lick his wounds. But I wasn’t about to tell Sebastian that part of the story. Hell, I wasn’t even sure why I’d told him as much as I had.

The trolley swayed slightly, pushing me toward Sebastian, my nose inches from his. My mouth went dry. Warmth blossomed in my belly. A sense of safety filled me, but it wasn’t a calming feeling. It was tense and exciting all rolled into one. His eyes roamed my face and then parked on my lips. A muscle ticked in his jaw. I stopped breathing.

And then the trolley stopped and I caught myself before my ass slipped off the smooth wooden bench.

“Canal Street!” the trolley operator called.

Sebastian was already up and walking away.

Quickly I straightened up, giving myself a hard mental shake. I was here for a reason, not to make goo-goo eyes at some guy just because he was a seriously dark soul who just happened to be killer cute and could play the drums like nobody’s business. If he had weird-ass abilities like me, I was in serious trouble.

“We need one more streetcar. The one on Canal Street. That will take us close to the hospital. Then we’ll walk the rest of the way. It won’t be far,” he said as I hopped off.

After we got on the Canal Street trolley, we rode the rest of the way in silence, which was fine by me. My attention was stuck on the ruins of the business district and Midtown. All those high-rises and buildings, in shambles or gutted — everything looking like a casualty of an apocalypse. It was clear the Novem hadn’t even touched those places.

Once we were off the trolley, we hiked three blocks or so to Charity Hospital. Sebastian darted across the street, but I stood still, taking in the large building. This was where my mother had given birth to me. My pulse picked up. Did my father come for the birth? Did he walk through that front door with flowers? Balloons? A big ole white teddy bear?

“Ari!” Sebastian stood on the sidewalk, holding up his hands in a What’s going on? gesture.

Snap out of it. I mimicked the gesture with probably more sarcasm than he deserved, and then jogged over, ignoring his questioning look and heading to the main entrance.

He caught up to me at the doors. “You should wait here.”

A small laugh escaped my lips as the doors slid open. “You’ve got a lot to learn about me. I don’t wait in the wings.” I led the way inside. I could hear him already. I don’t want to learn about you. I’d rather be sitting in the corner scowling at anyone who dares to pass by.

We walked past the lobby and down the main hall.

“The records will be in the computers.”

“I thought you guys didn’t have—”

“We have computers. Paper doesn’t exactly last long in this climate. After the Novem bought New 2, they had everything that was left on paper transferred to computer.”

We stopped at the elevator. Sebastian hit the down button, and the doors slid open immediately. We entered. “So, what’s the plan? Just waltz into the records room and take what we want?”

“Yes.”

“Oh wow. That’s impressive.” I rolled my eyes. The elevator went down a level and then dinged. I strode off before the door was completely open.

A cold silence greeted me. Our footsteps echoed in the empty space. I tried not to think about what was usually kept down in the basement level of most hospitals, but that didn’t stop chills from zinging up my spine.

Sebastian veered left and opened a door labeled RECORDS. Just swept right in like he owned the place. Suspicion pooled in my gut. This was way too easy.

There were four desks, two empty, the other two occupied by women, who glanced up from their monitors.

It took at least three seconds for it to dawn on them that we weren’t hospital staff, but teens. Odd ones, dressed in denim and black, and, no doubt, up to no good.

Which, actually, was the truth. The thought made me grin.

The older one stood and went to open her mouth.

Sebastian was suddenly there in front of her, so fast I didn’t see him move. He reached out, cupping her cheek in his palm. She lifted her chin, entranced, stuck on his gaze. He bent down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered. Her eyelids fluttered.

The other woman seated at her desk couldn’t move, transfixed by the sight of Sebastian and her coworker locked in an intimate embrace where no one else seemed to matter. His hand slid off the woman’s cheek. She sank back down to her chair, eyes wide, unseeing, lost in some fantasy of her own mind. Sebastian turned to the other woman. My heart raced as though I was witnessing something private and intimate. Something not for me. But I was rooted to the spot. I couldn’t move or leave or look away, even though I wanted to.

The younger woman surged to her feet as Sebastian came forward. He was taller than her by a head and so calm, so focused. When he reached out and trailed a finger down her jaw, she moaned as though she’d been dreaming of being touched like that her whole life. He whispered to her as well, and soon she was sitting in la-la land just like her coworker.

Sebastian faced me. My lips parted. Heat had spread in a slow, steady wave from the center of my torso outward. It felt claustrophobic, stifling. I cleared my throat. “Neat trick. What are you, some kind of hypnotist or something?”

His eyes held mine a second longer than necessary, and the warmth began to rise again. But then he rolled the younger woman away from the computer, faced her monitor, and began typing.

“Mother’s name?”

I went to the desk. “Eleni Selkirk.”

“Your date of birth?”

“June twenty-first, 2009.”

“Any birthmarks, defects? Caesarean or natural delivery?”

Yeah, one gigantic defect, I wanted to say. Instead I said, “None. And I don’t know about the other.”

He tapped the keyboard a few more times and then stood aside. “There it is. Selkirk baby. Female. Father unlisted.”

I scanned the monitor, already in denial. It couldn’t be. He had to be listed. But as I searched, there was nothing of use in the report, nothing I didn’t already know. “Nothing.”

Sebastian leaned down and selected the billing tab. “Let’s see who paid the bill. It’ll have insurance info and who else was on the card, if any.”

Okay, I should’ve thought of that, and having been given a second, I probably would have. The billing info loaded onto the screen. Insurance info. No one on the card except for Eleni. But the co-pay: “Josephine Arnaud. Who the hell is that?”

Sebastian straightened. His jaw tightened and his expression went grim. He dragged his fingers through his hair and then fixed me with a seriously pissed-off look. “Josephine Arnaud is my grandmother.”

The women started to move in their chairs, coming out of whatever trance Sebastian had put them in. He clicked back to the main screen, grabbed my arm, and propelled me out the door. “Come on, we’ll talk on the way.”

I was still trying to recover from the shock of what he’d said, and here he was shoving me toward the door before I could get my bearings. “Wait, hold on, on the way where?” We were through the door and out into the hallway. I jerked my arm from him. “Goddamn it, Sebastian! What the hell is going on?”

I knew I was being too loud, but at that point I didn’t give a crap who heard me. Sebastian ushered me into the nearest room. The morgue.

I stepped back from the door. “Well?”

“The Novem is made up of nine families—”

“Yeah, look, I don’t need a goddamn history lesson, all right? I know all about the nine families. Everybody does.”