Groggy, she opened her eyes. She saw riveted metal and glowing, round windows. They were on the wing of an airliner. Jacks maintained balance on the wing as the 747 banked to land at LAX. He pulled Maddy close against the side and they waited there, unmoving. The metal of the roaring aircraft was frigid against Maddy’s skin. She watched a woman inside the plane as she glanced out her window. The passenger’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open as she took in the image of the two of them on the wing.
They left the airliner moments before the 747 touched down. Jacks flew them low over the palm trees until black, silent canals came into view. The pungent smell of stagnant water filled Maddy’s nostrils as they landed and Jacks pulled her under a white footbridge. They sat there next to the water, listening for anything. The lap of the canal was the only sound. Otherwise it was silent. Nothing.
For the moment, they were safe.
“Are you okay?” Jacks asked, panting, exhausted.
“I think so. What about you?” Maddy asked.
“I will be.”
“Was that. .?”
“Yes,” he said. “Those were Council Disciplinary Agents.”
“This is all my fault,” Maddy said quietly.
“No, it’s not. You had no idea.”
“I forced you to go to see my uncle when you knew the danger, and now”— her breath caught—“I’ve put him in danger too.”
“He’ll be okay, Maddy.”
They sat there listening to the lap of the water.
“What do we do now?” Maddy said.
“Hide. Find someplace safe and dry where I can recover my strength. I can’t trust any Angels. Not even my stepfather. We need someplace they won’t be looking.”
Maddy thought of the one place she had known as safe her whole life. The image of Uncle Kevin crouching in the kitchen as the ADC tore into her house made her shudder. There was Gwen’s. But that was just down the block from her home, and her friend’s entire family would be there. And for all Maddy knew, the Angels would be watching her best friend too.
After a moment, Maddy thought of it. It was far from ideal. But under the circumstances, it was the only place they could go.
“I know somewhere. We’ll be safe there, I think.”
“Where?”
“A. . friend. He might not be all that excited to see you, but I think he’ll help me.”
Jacks looked at her. “Who?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
They worked their way up the streets, taking care to stay out of the cones of streetlight. Maddy’s injuries were throbbing — her shoulder and back bruise from the almost-accident and now her neck where the Angel’s hand had tried to strangle her. She noticed Jacks had begun to step unevenly.
He wasn’t hurt exactly — she didn’t even know if Angels could get hurt — but his strength had left him for the moment. They both needed somewhere dry and safe to rest.
By the time they reached the residential street, the fog had lifted. The air was clear and cold. Puddles of rainwater stood eerily still as they reflected the street lamps overhead.
They stopped in the shadow of a parked car and looked at the large, rustic home.
The house was now dark and quiet. A few red cups littered the lawn as the only evidence of the party earlier that night. To Maddy, it already seemed like a distant past.
Like a memory from another life.
“Who is this person again?” Jacks said, scrutinizing the house.
“Um. . a friend,” Maddy repeated, keeping her tone neutral.
He turned to her and searched her gaze. In the cast of the streetlight he looked like an old-time superhero. Once again she hated herself for finding him so attractive, even when he was exhausted, beat up, and on the run.
“Can we trust him?” Jacks said.
Maddy considered. “I know he would never do anything to hurt me,” she said finally. The answer didn’t quite seem to satisfy Jacks, but he nodded. They made their way around to the side of the house, slipping on the leafy hillside, until they came to a dimly lit window. Maddy peered in.
Ethan sat against the wall in the soft glow of a desk lamp. The box of photos sat next to him. He was looking at the pictures.
Maddy recognized the room, of course. It was where they had nearly kissed. She found herself thinking about how his lips had felt as they brushed against hers. Then she thought about their last conversation, when he told her how his father had died. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, she thought, but it was too late to turn back now.
She reached a hand up and tapped on the glass.
Ethan jumped, then looked over at the window.
“Ethan!” Maddy hissed in a loud whisper. “Over here.”
He stared out at the darkness for a moment, then cautiously rose and came over to the glass.
“Ethan, it’s me,” Maddy whispered.
“Maddy?” He slid the window open and looked at her with wide eyes.
“Can I — we — come in?”
“We?” He looked into the shadows behind her and saw Jacks. His expression hardened.
“Please,” Maddy said, searching his hazel eyes. “I didn’t know who else to turn to.”
Ethan hesitated as he considered. “Go around to the back,” he said. “I’ll meet you there.”
Ethan let them in through a sliding glass door at the back of the house. He was still wearing his ripped jeans and sandals from the party, but he had thrown on a white thermal under his plaid shirt and corralled his hair under a backwards baseball cap.
“Thank you,” Maddy said as she came in the door.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Ethan said, genuine relief in his voice. “You left the party and I heard those two idiots racing down the street. I should have never let you leave like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Jacks said. His eyes were flinty. Ethan flinched at the Angel’s words.
“Ethan, this is—”
“Yeah, I know,” Ethan said. He studied the Angel before him.
“Maddy tells me you two are. . friends?” Jacks said.
Ethan nodded. “And you two are. .?”
“Friends,” Maddy said quickly. She could only imagine what was happening under Ethan’s controlled exterior.
She wondered what she must be putting him through by inviting an Angel into his house.
“Come in,” Ethan said at last.
Ethan led them down the hallway toward the kitchen.
He had cleaned up everything since the party.
“I wish I had something to offer,” Ethan said as they walked. “But there isn’t really anything left. There’s some old Chinese food in the fridge, I think.”
“It’s okay,” Maddy said. They came into the kitchen and Ethan leaned against the counter.
“So,” he said. “How can I help?”
“Ethan, we need. . a place to hide.” Maddy paused.
“I was hoping we could stay with you.”
Ethan looked between Maddy and Jacks. “Look, Maddy,” he said honestly, “I’d let you stay here, but you can’t. And it’s not because I don’t want you to.”
Maddy bent her head.
“They’ve already been here,” Ethan said. Maddy’s heart hammered against her chest.
“Who?” Jacks asked, alarmed.
“The Angels. They left, but I’m sure they’ll be back.
They were looking for you and for. . him.” Ethan motioned to Jackson.
“Ethan, please,” Maddy said. “Jacks saved my life.”
“He saved your life?” Ethan said, incredulous. “That’s not what I heard.”
“What do you mean?” Maddy said, her eyebrows pulling together. “What have you heard?”