“Do you have Grandfather’s phone number?” I ask. “I need to talk to him.”
“I told you—”
“Dad,” I change to my pleading voice. The one he can never resist. “I need it. Will you do this one thing for me? If I promise to see the counselor?”
He sighs and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell. He writes down the number on a slip of paper and passes it to me.
“I hope talking to him will—will help.”
I stare at the numbers, blurring from tears threatening to fall. “Thanks, Dad.” I know he still doesn’t believe me, but this is how he shows that he cares.
“It’s been a long day,” he says. “Let’s give all this a rest for now. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”
The door clicks closed. His last word hangs with the silence that follows.
Tomorrow.
I don’t know if I’ll see it. Outside my window, the sun dips below the sky, scratching the apartment buildings with its golden rays. How long will it take for Haemosu to lick his wounds from his fight with Haechi and come after me? He’ll be ripping, flipping furious.
Run or sit. Flee or wait. Then it hits me.
Tonight.
I must get Dad and Haraboji out of the country before morning. Because tomorrow might be too late.
My heart jumbles in a twisted mess as I search the Web for flights that leave Seoul first thing in the morning. My fingers suspend over the keyboard as I realize I don’t have a credit card. Then I think of Grandfather and the slip of paper in my hand. Could he help me? I punch in his number.
“Nae,” a deep voice answers in Korean.
“Haraboji?” I say.
“Jae Hwa! Your father told me about your arrest. You should have waited for me.”
I pick up my backpack. “After what happened to Komo, I couldn’t stand losing you, too.”
“You put yourself and your friend in danger. It was a terrible, terrible idea.”
Yeah, that pretty much sums up my fiasco. “I’m sorry, Haraboji. I ruined everything. There’s no way we can steal the amulet now with the museum closed until who knows when, as well as the added security. There’s only one thing left to do. Escape.”
Grandfather is silent on the other end so I continue, “Haemosu promised to hurt everyone I loved, which is why you and Dad need to leave the country.”
“Your father will not do this. You know that.”
“What if I force him to?” I stuff a change of clothes and some of my snack stash into my pack. “If I leave the country, Haemosu can’t follow me since he’ll have no power once we pass the border.”
“Your plan might work. But I am worried that Haemosu’s power is growing and stretching farther than even our family.”
I stop my packing. “What do you mean?”
“After our encounter with Haemosu last night, I talked with the Guardians of Shinshi. This is the first time in our family’s recorded history that Haemosu has fought in our world at night. We think Haemosu has found another source of power. He must be stopped before his power continues to increase.”
What a mess. I’d hoped to use the Blue Dragon bow, but I needed that amulet to get into the Spirit World without Haemosu knowing. He’d never let me bring that bow into his land.
“I know I failed you, Haraboji, but if we leave now and wait, the museum’s security will calm down. Maybe we can come back and steal it another time.”
“You did not fail,” Grandfather says, his voice oddly tight. “In fact, I think your plan is a good one. We will try again.”
“I’ve been looking online for flights that leave in the morning.”
“No time for airports. You must travel by boat. It is the best and quickest method for leaving the country. Haemosu will not be expecting it.”
“That might work.” I type in a new search query. My eye catches on an advertisement for a speedboat called the Beetle. “Have you ever heard of the Beetle? It’s supposed to be the fastest boat around.”
“Of course.” Grandfather is silent for a moment. “It might work, Jae Hwa. But there is something I need to do. Can you take the train alone to Busan?”
“Yes!”
“Good. I will make some calls. I have connections.” His voice sounds out of breath, as if he’s walking quickly. “Go to Seoul Station. At the ticket booth, show them your passport, and I will make sure they have a ticket for you. Take the 9 p.m. KTX train to Busan. Are you writing this down? I will meet you in the Busan Station south terminal when you arrive. If we plan this correctly, you will be well on your way to Japan by dawn.”
“Japan?” I check the Beetle’s itinerary. It heads directly to Fukuoka, Japan. My throat tightens as the reality sets in. “Okay. I can do this.”
“And Jae?” he adds. “Bring the dragon bow.”
CHAPTER 33
I hang up and sit still for a moment, leaning my forehead into my tucked-in knees. How had he known I wanted to use the dragon’s bow? Then I think about leaving Dad and forcing him to come running after me. Sneaking off at night to downtown Seoul and leaving the country without his permission is even crazier than my usual schemes. This makes my museum prank look like child’s play. But what choice do I have?
I find a piece of paper to scribble out a note, hoping Dad will read it and come after me.
Went on a trip with Grandfather to Fukuoka, Japan. Call him if you need me.
I place it on my desk next to Princess Yuhwa’s pin, which I then decide to stick into my ponytail. I don’t usually wear hairpins, but somehow having a piece of her feels like part of her determination to escape him will be with me.
As I zip up my backpack, the pictures of my friends taped to the wall gaze down at me—Michelle, who wouldn’t hesitate to join me if I had a fighting chance to save my family. Lily, who believes the best of everyone.
I can’t just leave the country without telling them good-bye. I punch in Michelle’s number. It rings four times and I’m sure it’ll go to voice mail, but she answers.
“You stood me up,” she says without a hello.
“I know, and I’m sorry. Things have been complicated lately.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Jae. I can’t just sit around and hope you’ll hang out. I can’t deal with your crazy moods.”
“I wish I could explain—”
“The moment I hooked you up with Marc, you vanished on me,” she interrupts. “You used me to get a boyfriend. That’s not what friends do.”
“I’m in trouble,” I finally admit. “I’m leaving the country.”
“What?”
“I’m leaving right now.” I bite my lip, wishing I could tell her everything; but the less she knows, the safer she is. “I’ll call you when I can.”
“What’s going on, Jae?”
“I can’t say.” I finger the backpack straps. Maybe I shouldn’t have called her. “You’ve been a great friend. The best anyone could have. Tell Lily I said good-bye.”
I hang up as she starts with a barrage of questions that I can’t answer. A sick emptiness fills my stomach. This is why I shouldn’t have made friends. This is why I should never have let anyone get close to me.
My eyes fall on Marc’s picture, smiling with that grin of his and the hair that’s always falling into his eyes. I study the way his skin crinkles when he smiles. The dimple in his cheek. And his lips. I lightly touch mine.
It’s a very bad idea, but I speed-dial his number. My heart quickens, thinking about the disaster that was my conversation with Michelle. It’s selfish, but I need to hear his voice one last time. Besides, after everything we’ve been through, he deserves to know.