Shadows Gray (31 page)

“Well, then maybe Luke will know.  Obviously, he’s Lost too and has been keeping all sorts of secrets.” I can’t help the bitterness that creeps into my voice.

Israel glances over at me.  Something flickers across his face, whether it is jealousy or concern I don’t know.  Impulsively I step in front of him and kiss him, lifting my head to his.  I have to stand on my toes in my boots.  He is warmth and light and hard curves and I am shadows and softness and gray.  He tastes of life and I taste of tears.

“Sonnet,” he pulls away. “That night with Dawes? It’s not that I didn’t notice your dress.  It’s just that you always look that beautiful to me.”

Standing there, kissing in the street with the sounds of horses hooves coming too close for comfort, jogs us back to reality.  We approach Rose’s house quickly.  Amazing how long it seemed to take to our fevered imaginations last night when we were racing against time to stop a madman who wouldn’t be stopped.  In the daylight it is a short walk to Dr. Smythe’s house and only a few more blocks to Rose’s. 

“If Dawes knew about Jack and Emme, you do know I’m going to kill him,” are Israel’s last words before I lift my hand to the knob on Rose’s door. 

“I know,” I whisper and the door opens before I can turn the handle.

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“Gray,” Luke’s face is ashen when he sees me.  He reaches out his arm – to close the door again? To embrace me? I hardly know.  In either case, I slap his hand away and push the door further open.

“I want to see Rose,” I say flatly.

It’s apparent he didn’t realize I knew about him and Rose; his face becomes even paler. She really had forgotten I was there, crouched besides the broken tea things, when her lover got home. Must have slipped her fragile mind to tell him about her little tea party with Sonnet.

“She isn’t here, she’s gone.  I don’t know where.  Come in,” Luke nods stiffly to Israel, who is so tightly wound right now I am afraid he will spring into some sort of violent action at any point.  I can feel his hand in mine; it feels as though it seethes and throbs with a barely controlled strength.

We enter the house and it is as I remember it.  The same books are torn apart, photographs strewn about.  I push a pile to the floor and sit on the chair where it had been.  No fire burns in the fireplace and it is cold in the house.  Colder here somehow than it had been outside.

“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Israel’s voice is like an animal growling.

“Whose?  Mine? Rose’s?”

“The one that will explain to me why you’re helping a criminally insane murderer.”

“She’s sick,” Luke throws up his hands and his words as though that simple explanation will cover over the offenses.

“No one is debating that.  What’s your plea if she has the insanity one going for her?”

“I’m not insane, but love makes you do crazy things.  Look at her,” Luke nods at me. “Wouldn’t you do anything for her?”

“I wouldn’t ask him to,” I answer him myself. “Rose is using you.”

Luke shrugs. “I know.”

“And that’s enough for you?”

He looks at me, tipping his head to the side as he considers the question.

“Yes,” he replies.

“Then you might be worse than she is,” Israel says. “Did you know about Jack?”

Luke strokes his hair back from his forehead.  “Not until this morning, I swear it.  Rose imagines all sorts of people she thinks she’s talked to.  She told me about meeting someone bad but I confess I didn’t pay much attention to it.  This morning she told me she sent him to Emme.  It took me a while to connect the dots.  When I did, it was too late.  I did go out to see if I could find you or Emme, but you weren’t home.”

“We were taking care of Emme’s body,” I answer coldly.

“I’m sorry, Gray.  Truly I am.  I didn’t know how far she’d take this thing, this revenge.  She’s obsessive about it and she isn’t going to stop.  I’m the one who let you out of that house after she locked you in – I realized then that she had every intention of letting you die in there.  When she told me about your mother, I didn’t know whether or not she was telling the truth.  I guess I chose to believe she wasn’t.  When we caught up with you, she used me to get close to you.  I thought it was harmless enough, or that maybe your Dad deserved it for abandoning her as a baby, or Emme deserved punishment for taking Rose’s place as your sister in a way.  I didn’t expect to start caring about you.”

“Oh, what a lovely sentiment,” I am sarcastic. “You didn’t care enough, did you?”

“No,” his voice is flat, exhausted. “I’ll always take care of her; I’ll always do what she wants.  I love her.”

“How does she do it? How does she choose where to travel?”  I am feeling sick to my stomach and don’t want to hear anymore about his fixated love and commitment for Rose.

“I don’t know.  Believe me.  If I could do it the way she can, I’d have had us living in Utopia by now.  Or someplace where I could get her some help.  But I’m just like the rest of you and the Lost; traveled maybe twenty times my whole life, never knowing ahead of time, never seeing it coming.  I fit in anywhere now.  I left my family to be with her.  I lied about the artist mother and the absent father; I guess that’s obvious now.  I have both a father and a mother, and a couple of sisters.  I left them all behind for Rose.  I’ll never see them again unless she takes me back.  Somehow, she figured something out in the hospital as far as bringing the traveling on and how to steer its course; it’s how she got out.  She seemed so helpless, so childlike and innocent. I told her I’d always take care of her and we’ve been together ever since.”  His true voice begins to seep out now; now that he isn’t pretending to be someone he isn’t.  Heavily Australian more than anything else, though there’s a guttural element that makes me think Russian.

“Were you there when my mother,” I swallow.  “When my mother died?” I need to know how badly I will always hate him.

“No.  She had just come back from there when we met.  Please believe me.”

“But you knew why she picked America, why she wanted to get close to me and Dad.”

“I knew, and yes, I helped track you.  But I never thought she’d kill you off one by one.  The night we traveled here I was out on your porch like I said, but she was with me too.  By then I wanted it all to stop, but she’s the one with the power.  Sometimes I think she’s not as disturbed as she seems.  Sometimes I think she has it all figured out and she’s playing the rest of us. In any case, one thing she hasn’t figured out is how to stop ending up here.  She can go anywhere, any time, but she’ll always bounce right back here to London. At least it’s familiar to her, like home in a way.” Luke looks tired, like he could sink down to the floor and fall asleep.

“And you don’t know where she is now?” Israel asks.

Luke shakes his head. “I’m worried she’s traveling again. I have some medication for her that helps her stay more even.  She won’t let me give it to her regularly but sometimes I can hide it in her cake.  With it, she could pass for normal, at least for a little while.”

“Well, you and your cake can stay here, but I’m going to find her,” I am out of patience. “And I think we’d better find Dad and Prue too.”

“Go.  I’ll keep her away for as long as I can, you have my word. But, Gray,” the warm eyes I used to lose myself in, narrow as they gaze into mine.  “Hurry.  Get out of here. Disappear.  Vanish.”

I hold his gaze for a minute more and then I nod.  “We will.  But first,” my gaze and my voice falters for a moment. “First, she has to understand what she’s done.  She has to be put somewhere where she can’t hurt anyone, Luke.  You understand that?”

In a flash, I realize I’ve gone too far.  What a fool I am.  He already told me he would do anything for Rose, anything.  His loyalties are not in question.  He won’t be a party to anything that may hurt her.  I understand this incredibly quickly, but I am not as quick as Luke.  In one fluid movement he has reached the front door and turns the lock.  When he turns again, this time to face us he has pulled a pistol.

“You aren’t taking her back there,” Luke snarls. “You don’t know what it’s like.  You don’t know what she’s been put through.  I saw it.  I know.”

“You can’t just let her roam through time, killing people!” I should be feeling fearful, but instead I’m angry.  “She’s collected us!  Like a bloody stamp collection!  She’s brought us all here and she’s going to pick us off, one by one.  And then what?  What will she move onto next?  Your family maybe? Your mother and father? Your sisters?  You can’t stop her and you can’t make her love you.  She’s twisted.  She isn’t capable of love.”

“She is capable and she does love me,” Luke hisses. “You’ll never understand what we’ve been through.  She saved me and now I’m going to save her.  I can redeem her and we can be together, you’ll see.”

“I thought the same thing, but it isn’t going to work.  She’s past redemption.  You have to let her go.  She has to be stopped.” I intentionally lower and soften my voice as if I’m talking to a child, as if I’m talking to Rose herself. 

“Not if it means going back there.”  The pistol is steady in his hands. “I won’t go back either.”

I feel Israel stiffen beside me.  “That’s where you met her then?”

“Oh, I didn’t mention that?” Luke smiles. “Inmates together.  Quite romantic really.  You could write a book about our story; of course no one would ever believe it.  But don’t be nervous, Gray, I’m not mad.  Not at all.”

“Then what,” I clear my throat. “What were you doing in a mental hospital?”

Luke waves the pistol in a frivolous manner that makes me wince at the thought of accidental gunfire pointed my direction. “Oh they put all sorts in there when they run out of room in the prisons, you know.  Just label them criminally insane and off they go.  Off I went to Bedlam. Chop, chop!”  Unbelievably, he grins at me then and I feel slightly sick. “Actually, it was a little better there than in the House of Detention.  Ever been there, Gray?  Near Clerkenwell Green?  No?  Underground?  Interesting place if you’re the historical type.  Haunted, you know.”

“You said Rose saved you?” All I can think to do is keep him talking.  Anything to keep him from shooting.

“She’s my sanity, I suppose,” Luke muses thoughtfully.  “Ironic, isn’t it?  She keeps me rational.  Keeps me from doing crazy things.  I want to be normal when I’m near her, want to take care of her…” he trails off.

“You’re hardly being rational at the moment,” Israel’s tone is still filled with barely controlled fury.

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.  I’m being exceedingly rational.  If I was my old self, my pre-Rose self, I would have shot you just for the fun of it by now. Instead I’m being kind enough to toy with you for a while.  I’ve changed, you see.  I’m a changed man.  That’s what love can do for you.”

Chapter Thirty

“So what happens now then, Dawes?” Israel demands.  His arm is steady around my waist as we stare at Luke and his pistol.  “Are you going to shoot us?”

“I haven’t made up my mind,” Luke responds, coldly. “You, definitely.  Her, I’m still deciding.”

I am done trying to appeal to his sympathies and so I make no reply.  I simply stare at him, my blood coursing through my veins for what is hopefully not the last time.  I hear something then, a sort of rustle from the kitchen, from behind and off to the side of Luke, and something tells me not to react, not to turn my gaze towards it.  I desperately want to avert my eyes and see if I am hearing things, but I steadfastly do not react.  Therefore I am almost as shocked as Luke when a small bundle of something comes nearly flying out of the kitchen and collides with him.  The pistol is knocked free and skitters across the floor and it’s the first thing I make a dash for.  It is surprisingly heavy in my hands, heavy and amazingly cold considering it was grasped in Luke’s hands only seconds before.

Israel has torn off the bundle in moments and has Luke pinned up against the doorway.  The bundle, it seems, is Lu.  I embrace her so hard; I think I feel her ribs crack.

“Thank God,” I murmur in Chinese. “What are you doing here?”

“He came sneaking around the house last night,” Lu gestures towards Luke. “Asking for you, acting strange. I’d seen him before, hanging around, slinking around.  He didn’t know I could understand English well enough so he was muttering to himself, all about death and revenge.  I followed him back here to see where he came from.  When I heard about your friend I knew in my guts he had something to do with it, so I came over real quick – especially since I didn’t know where you were and if you were safe. Saw you through the window and when the door was locked, I came in through the kitchen window.”

“You’re wonderful, Lu,” I smile, fondly.

“I know.”

“Is,” I reach for Israel’s shoulder.  I see Luke’s furious eyes staring at me but I don’t look away. “Is, we have to go.”

“Not before he’s taken care of,” Israel replies, grimly, and savagely punches the wall near Luke’s face.  Luke doesn’t flinch.

“There isn’t anything we can do to him.  The police won’t be able to make heads nor tails of our story and I doubt pulling a gun on someone in your own house is breaking very many laws, not in this day and age.  He’d just say we were breaking in.  Let him go.  He won’t follow us.  He only cares about his precious Rose.  Come on, we’ll find a bedroom to lock him in or a closet.”  Fitting, I think, remembering my days locked in the abandoned house.