Darker Days

I turned and motioned for Lukas. He appeared from the bushes, dragging Tony along.

“Dude…” Garrett put the Mustang in park and jumped from the car. “Is he like a criminal or something?”

I moved to help Lukas. Together, we lifted Tony off the grass and leaned him up against the side of the car. “Sort of. Deadbeat Dad. The family paid us to find him. Kind of like yours.”

Garrett nodded and opened the back passenger’s side door, moving to the right so we could set Tony inside. Before I could stop him, Lukas made his way around to the other side and slid in next to Tony, forcing me to take the front seat.

Great.

Thankfully the drive was short—and silent. Garrett kept his eyes on the road and hadn’t tried to grab anything or profess his undying love. He did however, keep glaring into the backseat through the rearview mirror. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at Lukas or Tony.

He pulled the car alongside the curb in front of the office and killed the engine. Whatever Vida’s touch had done, it seemed to have worn off. Everything appeared to be back to normal. “Listen—about before…”

“All good.”

In the back seat, Tony stirred. He was pulling against the tape, glaring at the building like he knew just what was coming. Lukas flung open the door and climbed out, dragging him along. Tony cooperated for the most part, trying to be a bit more discreet in testing his bonds.

I opened the door to follow, eager to give Mom the good news. We’d found one of the innocents. Two down—technically, counting Lukas—only five to go. I had one leg out and was mid-swing with the other when Garrett grabbed my arm.

“Wait—we need to talk.”

Oh, hell in a hailstorm.

“I’m sorry about my meltdown earlier.”

I was hoping he wouldn’t do this. Awkward apologies were something I didn’t do well. “I told you, it’s cool. Momentary brain blurb. It’s already forgotten. It’s not like you meant what you said.”

“Jess—I meant everything. I love you.”

There was that word again. That evil, four-letter word. Love. This was all a bad dream. A product of one of my notorious sugar binges right before bed. That, or I’d entered Bizzarro Land and had forgotten to leave a trail of neon breadcrumbs.

I lurched forward and scrambled from the car before he started getting grabby again. It would be hard to explain to Mom—and everyone else—why his balls were lodged firmly in his throat and he was singing soprano.

Next to Lukas, Tony mumbled something that, without the duct tape, probably would’ve been pretty colorful. Lukas spun him toward the office and started walking. A few times, he stopped to glance back over his shoulder.

“Well?” Garrett called. He leaned across the seat, poking his head through the open window. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I spun to follow Lukas up the walk. He’d stopped and was waiting by the door. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I got the feeling that he’d been watching Garrett because he was worried. About me. The thought made me happier than it should have.

As Garrett gassed the engine and tore away from the curb, I heard him laughing. The sound sent chills up and down my spine. Vida had zinged him yesterday. It had to wear off soon, right? I’d just keep away until then.

With a sigh, I made my way up the walk to where Lukas stood with Tony. He shook his head and gave the Sin a small shove through the door. “I really don’t think Klaire is going to be happy about this.”

“Are you nuts? The fact that I snagged a Sin all on my own is going to blow her away!”

Eyebrows raised, he stopped.

“Okay, maybe not all on my own, but you know what I mean.”

Sloth gave one last attempt at struggling free, but Lukas flipped him around and pinned him face first against the wall. One arm locked at the small of his back while the other wedged behind Tony’s neck, Lukas said, “I think you’re wrong.”

…

“I was very specific with my instructions. School. Home. Not once did I suggest you flounce off on your own and try apprehending one of these things.”

Yeah. So my plan to impress Mom with my mad Sin-catching skills kind of backfired as Lukas predicted. Actually, backfired was putting it lightly. She was probably going to bench me for weeks over this one.

“I don’t flounce. More like swagger. And they’re people, Ma. Not things.”

“I don’t care if they’re defenseless little kittens dangling over a tub of acid—I told you to stay away.”

She was stalking the office floor, steam all but puffing from each ear. Mom didn’t get angry with me often. Sure, she got annoyed—she was constantly irritated at my unwillingness to embrace normal teenage activities—but angry? Not so much.

“You need to chill. You’re gonna set Lukas off.”

She took a deep breath. “I have the mind to handcuff you to the furniture in your room.”

“That’s a horrible idea. We’d end up spending a fortune on furniture repair.”

She rolled her eyes and settled into the chair behind her desk, fighting a smile. That was more like it. The good thing about Mom getting pissed? It never lasted long.

Drumming her fingers against the desk, she eyed me. “Still, you did an excellent job.”

Score!

“But it doesn’t change my mind. I don’t want you involved in this case, Jessie.”

And there went the air from my happy balloon. “After what I just did? You can’t be serious!”

“I am. If you want to help by picking up some of the slack from the other cases, fine. I do not want you messing with the Sins.”

I felt a normal teenage tantrum coming on. “You trust me to take down demons and other creepy crawlies, but not this? How is that fair?”

Mom stayed calm. She was used to this. It was one of the few things we argued about. I wanted more responsibility. A chance to prove to her that I could handle myself. She insisted on keeping me in the kiddie pool. “This isn’t about fair.”

“Then what is it about? Skill? I’m perfectly capable—”

“You don’t need to remind me what you can and can’t do. I’m well aware—and very proud. But this is different. I can’t properly keep an eye on you, and catch the Sins, and protect your father, and make sure Lukas doesn’t turn the town upside down, and find the box. I’m just not that good.”

For a second, I thought about flattery. On a normal mom, it might have worked. Sure you are —you rock! Are you kidding? You’re totally that good. On my mom, though, it’d never fly. She had the best bullshit meter in the country. “But I just proved you don’t have to do this alone. I snagged Sloth without even a hair out of place. If this is about your whole fascination with normal—”

“This has nothing to do with normal, either.” She sighed. “This has to do with keeping my seventeen-year-old daughter off the radar of one of the oldest evils around.” She stood and leaned over the desk. “We don’t have time to take things slowly, Jessie. I only have three days to find these people or they’re going to die. This morning your father and I tracked them to a warehouse downtown, but they’d cleared out by the time we got there.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. There was no sense in arguing—or telling her technically I was already on their radar because of Vida. For all my beef with logic, I understood her reasoning. I didn’t like it and didn’t agree—but I understood. She was doing the mom thing. I couldn’t blame her.

Much.

Gritting my teeth, I retreated up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and dove for my cell. Time to