Nightingale (The Sensitives) Part 9

I have no house or staff, except bodyguards. I set the club on fire. And I just released an accused Sensitive while publically declaring the State made a mistake.

Oh. And I'm out without permission.

I'm in so much trouble.

10.

"That was so stupid, Lark. Completely stupid! Are you trying to get us all in trouble?" Kyra's curls bounce has she spits out her words.

"Should I have left her in the cage, Kyra?" I quicken my pace to keep up with her. Since we have Miss Tully with us, we can't transport, and are instead making the mile walk back to Mother's home. "Miss Tully helped me when I needed her. I had to do something."

"No you didn't. She's a Sensitive. She's not worth your time."

"She's done nothing wrong."

Maz wedges himself between the two of us and holds up his hands. "Stop it. Arguing isn't going to make this better. We need to figure out what we're going to do."

Kyra's fist strikes Maz's chest, but I know she wishes it were me she was. .h.i.tting. "Malin is going to kill me, Maz. Me. What part of that don't you get?"

Maz gives me a pleading look and I soften my stance. When Kyra is like this, it's best to not feed her anger, it only makes things worse. "I can talk to her. Explain it was all my idea and you only came to keep me safe."

"I didn't alert the rest of your guard, and I let you out of my sight." Tears run down my best friend's face. "I not only helped you sneak out, but I put you danger. Malin won't forgive that."

We've stopped in the middle of a deserted street not far from the nightclub. Ryker stands off to the side with Miss Tully. His back is to us, keeping lookout. Something about his silence bothers me.

"Do you have anything to add, Ryker?" I call out.

He pivots around and shakes his head before turning his back on us again. So far, he hasn't said a word about the situation. But he did give Miss Tully his dinner jacket. So there's that. Still, I'm getting a strange feeling from him. First, he told me Beck was alive and well. Next, he encouraged Kyra to go against her better judgment and allow me out after dark. And finally, when Kyra, Maz, and I found him lurking along the perimeter of the sentencing crowd, his mouth dropped open like he was shocked to see me.

And he hasn't spoken since then. He's just marched ahead with Miss Tully.

Whatever warming spell Kyra did on me earlier has worn off and I s.h.i.+ver against the frigid September air.

"We need to go home." Even though it's the last place I want to be. The fact that guards haven't immediately swooped down on us, gives me hope Mother hasn't heard about what I've done. But it's only a matter of time.

"We can't go home. Not with her!" Kyra's juts her thumb in the direction of Miss Tully before stomping off towards Mother's house, leaving the boys and me behind. "Just set her free or something."

"Kyra," I shout. "Come back. Please. I need your help."

She pauses and her shoulders heave. I have a strong suspicion she wouldn't have actually left me. Not when she's already afraid of getting in trouble for letting me out of her sight.

"What are you going to do with her?" she asks, walking back. "Even if Malin hasn't heard about your," she waves her hands in front her torso, "crazy behavior, you can't march someone like her into Malin's home."

Kyra's right. Every person working for Mother is a witch. Miss Tully can't be exposed to that. "Can you take her?" I say. "Maybe she can work in yours and Maz's house or something? Then Mother won't have to know."

"You think Malin's not going to hear about this?" Kyra gives a half-laugh and scrunches up her forehead. "You accused the State of making a mistake, Lark. In front of cameras! It's already all over my gossip feeds. She's going to boil both of us alive."

I've never seen Kyra so scared. She stares at the bright red wristlet that encircles Miss Tully's wrist and cries, "I can't have a Sensitive working for me!"

"We'll take the wristlet off. Maybe we can get Oliver to show us how."

Kyra stares at me in disbelief. "Why would he do that? That woman is an enemy of the State. You may be Lark Greene, founder's descendant, but you don't make the rules."

"You're right. She can't come home with me. There's too much magic there." I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to figure a way out of this mess. "Please, Kyra. Have Maz take her. Just for tonight while we work this out."

Maz stares first at me, then at Kyra as if deciding which of us is the more dangerous to upset. "I can do that."

Kyra crosses her arms. "Fine. But I swear to G.o.d, Lark, if I lose my placement because of this, I will never speak to you again."

It's an empty threat and we both know it, but I nod in agreement. "I won't let you lose your job. I swear." I peck my friend on the cheek. "Thank you, Kyra. You're fabo."

Kyra clicks her tongue at me and glares at Miss Tully. "What can you do?" Kyra calls out across the short distance separating us from Ryker and the old woman.

Miss Tully lifts her head slowly, like she's just now listening to the conversation. "I'm a farmer."

"Fantastic," Kyra says sarcastically. "She can shovel snow or something for you, Maz."

As we walk, Kyra's anger recedes like low tide-still there but much less noticeable. Maybe it helps that Maz has his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly.

"You okay?" Ryker asks. He and I stay to the rear, following Miss Tully. "You look terrified."

"You're talking to me now?"

"Don't be like this." He lays his hand on my arm and I flinch. Ryker doesn't touch me and yet tonight, his hands have been on me numerous times. I narrow my eyes and curl my arm closer to my body, away from him. Perhaps, like Kyra, he has the power of persuasion. That would explain why I felt compelled to do all the stupid things I did tonight.

"How should I act?" I snap.

"I thought my news would make you happy."

Ryker is a Dark witch. I'm not even sure what career he's been a.s.signed. And somehow, I'm to believe he's privy to information about Beck when Mother claims to be clueless. I blame my complete inebriation on not realizing all this earlier.

Either he knows nothing, or Mother is using him to bait me.

But that doesn't explain why he seemed surprised to see me with Kyra and Maz after I set Miss Tully free.

I choose my next words carefully. "Is that what you wish? To make me happy? Because it takes more than a few whispered words to excite me."

He leans into me, so that only I can hear him. "Was Beck there? In the crowd?"

"What?" I stop walking and stare at him in disbelief. Unease builds inside me. Why would he ask that? Unless this is another of Mother's tests. I grind my teeth. "No. I didn't see Beck. Do you think I would fail to report it if I did?"

He studies me. "I don't know. Would you?"

Before I respond, Kyra races back toward us. Her hand darts out and latches on to me. "Maz is taking your pet to his house and we're going to transport to the alley near Malin's."

"Can't we go straight to my bedroom and pretend we've been there all night?" I ask hopefully.

Kyra shakes her head. "We can't transport into the house without prior clearance. And since no one knows we're out, we won't be able to get inside."

I press my eyes tight as dark air envelops me and I fly through s.p.a.ce. I land between Kyra and Ryker. This time, I leave a respectable amount of distance between us.

"Go first," Kyra says to Ryker. "Make sure no one sees us."

Ryker scans his wristlet and the secure door swings open. He steps around it and the door latches shut again.

Kyra doesn't speak and neither do I. Tonight was supposed to be fun and instead it turned into a nightmare. I set an off-grid club on fire, exposed myself to a crowd of Light Witches and humans, and rescued an accused Sensitive. But what worries me the most is what Mother will do to Kyra and me.

"It's all clear," Ryker's voice says from my wristlet. Kyra scans her wristlet and exits before me. I walk at her back until we get to the corner of the street. Ryker joins us and the two of them flank me until we get to the walkway leading to Mother's front door.

Standing here, on the street, knowing Mother has most likely seen what I've done, is more terrifying than facing Eamon and his Splinter group.

I have to go into the house and face the consequences of my actions.

And I don't want to.

"Best wishes," Ryker says. "And I'm happy you didn't get yourself killed." He pats my back. Touching me. Again. "Let's not do this again, okay?"

The three of us stare at the brightly lit house. Silhouettes dance across the large, thick windows to a tune we can't hear.

My stomach churns and I reach for Kyra's hand, but she shoves it into Maz's dinner jacket, which she wears draped over her shoulders.

"Ready?" I sigh.

Kyra nods slowly. Gone is the confident guard. She's been replaced by a nervous, scared girl.

We leave Ryker on the sidewalk and walk with leaden feet to the front door. My breathing becomes heavier, more rapid, and next to me, Kyra trembles.

"We could run away," I suggest.

"And Malin would find us and drag us back. I'd be up on that stage. Probably sentenced for your kidnapping in place of that old woman you rescued."

I hate that she's right. We can never leave. Our lives belong to Mother.

Kyra reaches up and opens the door. Music spills out of the house. Its upbeat tempo matches the frantic beating of my heart.

"You first," Kyra says.

I swallow and cross the threshold.

Mother, the rest of my guards, and a dozen people I don't recognize, stand in the foyer, staring at us. Mother keeps her hands to her sides. Her eyes are two narrowed slits and her mouth is a tight line.

Kyra moves closer to me, as if I can protect her.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out about your outing?" Mother's quiet words are deadly calm. Too calm.

She wouldn't dare light me on fire before all these people.

Or would she?

"Mother." My voice cracks. "We went out with Ryker and Maz. I'm sorry we left but I wanted to celebrate my a.s.sessment score with my friends."

"Celebrate? Is that what you call freeing an accused Sensitive and telling the entire world the State made a mistake?"

Magic creeps along spine. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but she called my name and I couldn't leave her."

Mother raises her hand and slowly curls her fingers into a fist. Her magic washes over me and my mouth clamps shut. No matter how hard I try, I can't speak.

She paces back and forth along the bottom of the stairs. "Who was on duty tonight, Kyra?"

Silence.

Mother focuses her gaze on my friend and I can feel the vibration of magic around her. "Who was on duty tonight?"

"Oliver."

"And where is Oliver?"

"Over there," Kyra mumbles and points at my other guard.

Oliver stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Annalise, and from my position it looks like my sister-in-law is whispering something to him. He gives a quick shake of his head and turns his back on me.

"There is a reason you wear a wristlet. To notify the others of Lark's whereabouts." Mother swishes her hand and Kyra wilts. I catch her before she hits the ground.

"Malin." Annalise's voice echoes through the foyer. "Oliver alerted me. I thought we could handle this internally."

Mother's eyebrows perk up. "Oh. So you knew my daughter was running around, making a scene, and putting herself in danger?"

Oliver s.h.i.+fts his weight and steps slightly in front of Annalise. "I misread the situation. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

Mother tilts her head and skims her gaze over Oliver before staring at Kyra's balled figure. "What should I do with the two of you? Send you to a work camp? Or perhaps rea.s.sign you to a new job? I hear we're always in need of sanitation workers."

Unlike Kyra, Oliver's face is a composed mask. "I'll accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate," he says, dropping to his knee.

No. No. I won't let him take the blame for what I did.

Even though I can't talk, Mother hasn't prevented me from moving. I wiggle my fingers and magic sparks off them.

Mother eyes me coolly. "Do not make things worse for yourself, Love."

I tap my fingers against my thigh and let the magic build.

"I'm warning you, Lark." Mother squares her chest to me, and the two of us stand locked in a silent battle of wills. Neither one willing to look away or make the first move. "Do not make me punish you now. Not when I'm this irate."