King 03 - Restless (26 page)

I laughed shortly. “Isn’t that my line? This time I’m not the one lying in a hospital bed.”

Amber smiled a little. “True. But I know I’m going to be fine. What about you? What do you know?” She shifted slightly and took my hand in hers.

I met her eyes, and in them I saw full knowledge of everything that had happened. I also saw understanding and compassion, and once again, I was crying. I dropped to my knees by the bed.

“Amber… I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I never meant—it happened without me knowing. I was so stressed, and I was upset, and before I knew it, the energy just shot out of me—”

“Yeah, I felt that part,” she said wryly. “I think I know what it’s like to be struck by lightning now.”

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth? Your parents… and the police are going to be coming by. Rafe and I already talked to them.”

“That’s the beauty of a concussion. I just can’t remember, and the doctor said it’s possible I never will. And I’m okay with that, and the police are going to have to be, too.”

“But why?” I asked again. “Amber… I wasn’t a good friend to you. I haven’t been, not for months. I haven’t told you the truth, and I haven’t paid any attention to you… listened to you…”

Amber smiled again. “Tasmyn, I’ve known for a while that you were still seeing Marica. I could tell. It reminded me of last year, when I was with Nell and Marica, and so miserable but afraid to leave. And it’s been really hard to watch you go through everything and not be able to pull you back. But I know deep down, you’re still the same person who risked her life to save me in that clearing. The same person who was my best friend, the first real best friend I ever had. I knew you’d come back around.” She chuckled a little, and then sucked in a breath in pain. “If it took me getting thrown against a tree to bring you back, I guess I’m willing to pay that price.” 

As I stood looking down at Amber, I was suddenly flooded with gratitude. I didn’t deserve her kindness or her forgiveness, but it was mine regardless. Tears dripped from my eyes onto the white sheets, and Amber patted my hand.

“So what will you do now?” she asked, challenge in her voice.

I took a deep breath. “I’m going to get to work. I have a lot to do, to try to make all those wrong choices right again.”

Amber smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear. How can I help?”

I leaned against the side of the bed, my head spinning. Suddenly the path that had seemed so complicated and confusing just a few hours ago was clear. I knew what had to happen.

“I already talked to Rafe. I told him I was sorry for using him. I guess the next thing I need to do is see Marica.”

Amber frowned. “Do you think you should wait until someone can go with you? I don’t think she’s going to let go as easily as Rafe did.”

I grimaced. “I’m not entirely sure Rafe has let go that easily. If only—if he could go with me—but I can’t ask him to do that. No, I have to do this on my own, Amber. And I want to do it now. As soon as your parents come back, I’m heading over there.”   

“And then what?” I heard the cautious hope in her voice. “And then you’ll call Michael? Or go see him? Explain it all to him?”

I swallowed over the trepidation. “I don’t know. I want to. I want everything to go back to how it was. But maybe he doesn’t want that. Maybe I’ve burned that bridge. How can he trust me again?”

Amber’s eyes shone with the assurance of a true believer. “He loves you, Tas. He never stopped. He’s been waiting all this time. Have a little faith.”

Tas, we’re not over. I know there’s more for you and me. What we have together has always been right, and it’s going to be right again, soon. I love you. Call me.

Rafe’s car was gone when I walked out into the hospital parking lot. I had spent about an hour with Amber before her parents returned. The doctors had decided to keep her overnight as a precaution, and the orderlies were just moving her up to a room when I left.

I called my parents as I sat in the parking lot and explained what had happened that afternoon—the official version, at least. I had already determined that once I made the break with Marica, I was going to tell my parents the truth about everything. I hated how isolated from them I felt, and I knew it was hurtful to them too. That was going to end.

A tremendous sense of clarity swept over me. I could look back over the last few months and see where I had made wrong turns, taken dangerous paths and set myself up for disaster. That I was being given the grace to make changes now was an amazing gift, and I didn’t intend to waste it. I had Amber’s forgiveness, and I had taken a step toward fixing the relationship with Rafe. 

After I hung up from my parents, I sat in the car thinking for a few moments. I needed to make a clean break from Marica too, and as I had told Amber, I wanted to do it now. I didn’t want to wait until school tomorrow to tell her I was finished with her lessons and her manipulation. 

And once I had ended my connection with her, I was going to allow myself a reward. I would call Michael, and I would tell him everything, everything that had happened and how lost I felt and that I had never stopped loving him, wanting him.

But first things first. I turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, turning onto the road that would lead me past Lake Rosu to Marica Lacusta’s house.

Marica’s car was in the driveway when I arrived. I parked in front of her house, as I always did, and climbed out slowly. Now that I was here, my courage was faltering. I knew what I wanted to do, but she had a way of somehow twisting words and meanings, and I was afraid.

I knocked on the door, and Marica answered almost immediately. She was still dressed in her clothes from school, and she looked very distracted.

“Tasmyn! What are you doing here?” She pulled me inside, and after looking cautiously around her neighborhood, she closed the door. “It was stupid of you to come. If the police suspect anything, seeing us together will be a very bad thing.”

I looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Marica sighed her impatience. “Amber. I heard about what happened at school this afternoon. And I know that the police questioned you.”

I nodded. “Yes, they did. But I’m not in trouble. They don’t suspect me.” 

Marica threw up her hands and said something very sharply in Romanian. “How naïve you are! When they talk to Amber, you don’t think she’ll tell them what happened? Even if they don’t believe it happened exactly as she says, it will still implicate you. And now me.” She paced the length of her small living room as I watched in astonishment. I had never seen Marica in anything but complete control of herself and every situation. 

“Actually, I’ve already been to see Amber. She told everyone that she couldn’t remember what happened.” 

Marica stopped pacing and looked at me appraisingly. “It was the Brooks boy, wasn’t it? He altered her mind. Well, as much as I dislike him, in this situation perhaps he proved useful.”

I shook my head. “No. Rafe didn’t do anything. Amber decided on her own to say what she said.”

Marica dropped into the nearest chair and laughed. “Amazing! I always knew that girl had no sense of self-preservation, but this goes beyond everything I could have anticipated. Well. So no police coming after us. That’s good.” She smiled and rubbed her hands together. 

“What were you going to do if the police did come?” I asked, curious about just how far her own sense of self-preservation would go. I remembered suddenly that when Nell had most needed a friend, Marica had distanced herself. Would she have done the same with me? Why would I expect any difference?

“I was making plans.” She smiled at me knowingly. “I already had some of them in place, but if the police had been involved, we simply would have moved… a little faster.”

“What kind of plans?” I shivered suddenly with a sense of unease.

“Come, sit down.” She indicated the sofa across from her own chair, and I perched on the edge of it; everything in my body was warning me to be prepared for flight.

“Tasmyn, it’s long been apparent to me that we couldn’t stay in King forever, nor were we meant to. For the last few weeks, the King witches have been working against me, casting spells to counter my own. I knew that before long, they would essentially drive us out of this area. I had thought the easiest way to accomplish our departure would be to wait until it was time for you to go to college and then, instead of going to whatever school you were supposed to attend, you would come with me. But you’ve been moving along much faster than I had anticipated, and between that and the trouble with the King witches, I have been thinking more and more that we should leave sooner rather than later.”

“Leave?” I asked. “Leave for where?”

She laughed. “Why, home, of course. Tasmyn, I am going to take you home, where we both belong. Home to my family, to the elders and the matriarchs, to my aunts. You can finish your training there. There, we can be who we are meant to be.”

Home. She meant Romania. She was planning to take me to Romania. 

Slowly I shook my head. “Marica, listen. I don’t know where you got the idea that I’d want to go—go home with you. Maybe that’s my fault. I guess I’ve been giving lots of people mixed signals. But I’m not going anywhere with you. I came over here today to tell you I’m done.”

Marica raised one eyebrow. “Done? What do you mean?”

“Done, as in no more training. No more lying to my parents and my friends, no more messing with things that I can’t control. I saw today how dangerous I’ve become. I can’t control it, and you aren’t teaching me how to do that. So this is it. This is good-bye.”

I stood and moved swiftly toward the door, but before I could touch the door handle, the lock turned and a chair screeched across the floor, blocking my way. Marica was still sitting down, but I could feel the power flying out from her. Before I could protest, I felt a burst of energy hit me, and I was back on the sofa. 

Marica folded her hands and smiled at me. “Oh, I don’t think so, Tasmyn.”

Tas… you know what I miss? I miss thinking something, and knowing that you’re hearing it, too. I miss being able to look across a room and knowing that you’ve heard me. I miss that connection. I love you. Call me.