Mateo seems to really thing about that, and then shrugging his shoulders he says, “Honestly, without him being able to talk, I don’t know. I’d like to know who’s side he’s on now that David tried to kill him, Elder Thompson helped him cover it up, and now they’ve taken over the compound.”
Looking away from Mateo and back to the Vater, I see he’s pointing at me, although I’m not sure why. Me what?
From behind me, I hear the General say, “I think he’s answering Mateo’s question. Which side he’s on. He’s saying he’s on your side.” With that the Vater nods his head in the affirmative.
“But how can we trust you?” I realize that isn’t a yes or no question, but it needs to be said. So what, David tries to kill him and now he helps us take David down. Then what? Does he take his place back as the Vater and everything goes back to normal? That kind of defeats the purpose of what we are trying to do here.
The Vater tries to speak again, but it’s clear it isn’t going to happen today. Maybe in a few hours or even tomorrow he’ll be able to communicate better, but for now, I think we’re done here.
***
ANNA
It had been pretty disheartening when the Vater woke but was unable to really communicate with us. My patience level just can’t deal with stuff like that. I need all the answers to all the problems right now, not tomorrow. I keep telling myself to be grateful that he woke at all, and I am, trust me. It helps that we now know for sure David was responsible for his near death, and I guess it even helps to know that at least for now, he says he’s on our side. It would certainly be helpful having his insider knowledge before we go in guns blazing, but we really already have that with Elder Berry, or I guess just Berry now. So I’m not sure what we need Vater Henry for really.
Well for now it doesn’t matter, and I am not going to think about it again until tomorrow because tonight is, wait for it…drum roll…date night. Whoo-hoo.
I had already gotten dolled up earlier today, but just to be safe I called in the big guns. Not only had Brea come, but so had Camila and Ash. All three of the girls had fussed and fawned all over me until I have to admit, I look pretty freaking amazing.
After redoing my make-up into a more, in Brea’s words, fierce look, Camila had added a few extra curls before fixing my hair in a twisted up do with a fishtail braid that swept around from just above my ear and pinned somewhere in the back. Then Brea and Camila had both ran to their rooms before returning with my outfit for the night. Brea had loaned me an ungodly short mini skirt that barely covered my butt, and while it was a jean material, the color was black with a few distressed and faded areas along the edges and pockets. Camila had brought an oversized white sweater with tiny little holes you could see my skin through. I had argued about that, asking if anyone had a tank top I could borrow, but everyone had said no. Then when the girls noticed the bra I wore was old and tattered in a dirty brown color, Camila who is about the same size as me had ran back to her room before returning with a bright red, lacy bra. You could totally see it through my sweater, but everyone said it looked hot, so I let it go. Last but not least, Ash had held me down while Brea forced me back into her black high heels with the red bottoms. I really didn’t want to bust my ass on date night, but none of them seemed to care.
When I was completely dressed, Camila had sprayed a fine mist of perfume on my wrists and neck, and I had to admit it smelled amazing, like the rain. Then those hookers made me walk the room back and forth, forcing me to do a spin at each wall. It was like I was on a cat walk, hoots and whistles and all. It got so loud at one point, Chase came into make sure we were okay.
And then they left me, in mine and Luke’s room, alone. I don’t really know the protocol here. Am I supposed to go find him now that I’m ready?
A knock sounds at the door as I stop my nervous pacing and cross the room. Why am I nervous? This is Luke for goodness sake. I mean, we sleep in the same bed together every night. Reaching for the knob, I pause. I am way too worked up; I need to calm the hell down.
I take a minute to breathe. In through the mouth and out through the nose. That’s how you’re supposed to do it, right? Well, I do that three more times, closing my eyes and trying to relax, and then I open the door. And oh my…
He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, and he’s mine. I’ve seen Luke in dress pants before, but nothing like this. Luke wears a deep navy
