“Maybe he came back because of Adam…”
My jaw flexed as I cut the voices out. All of this was expected. Still annoying, but expected.
Kat took a sip of her mocha. “Uh, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
I placed my hand on the small of her back as I held the door open to the stairwell. “Now what makes you think that?”
“But if he didn’t come back, what was he supposed to do?” she reasoned.
There really wasn’t a response to that. We knew what Dawson would do if we left him alone.
The stairwell was cramped, and even though my next class was on the first floor, I walked Kat to hers. Once we were outside of her English class, I leaned down. Her gray eyes met mine. “It was a bad and good idea. He needs to get back into the world. There’s going to be fallout, but it’s worth it.”
She nodded, obviously relieved
Cupping her cheek, I kissed her quickly. “See you at lunch.”
The rest of the morning was pretty much of a repeat of what had happened in the hallway. No one really came up to me. The rumor that Dawson was back had started on Monday, but I guessed seeing us again was another thing. I was used to the stares, though, so whatever.
After my fourth class, I headed to my locker to dump my books. My heart rate had jumped in the middle of the class, making me think of Kat. It had to be from her, but since she was in bio with Matt teaching and Dawson sitting alongside her, it made no sense.
I closed the door and pivoted around, frowning when I saw Matthew speed walking toward me, his jaw hard and lips a tense, fierce line. I stiffened and then stepped toward him. “What’s going on?”
He looked around quickly, at the others milling around us, and then said in a low voice, “Blake is back.”
Chapter 7
The words stopped the entire damn world. I stared at Matt for a good five seconds before I could even react.
“You’re shitting me?” I demanded.
Matthew shook his head. “No. He showed up in bio class and acted like nothing had happened.”
Raw fury pounded through me. “Where is he now?”
“Upstairs. I think he followed Kat,” he said, and my stomach clenched. “I had to stop Dawson. He was putting two and two together based on how Kat was reacting in class and I couldn’t—”
Dawson appeared behind Matt, looking confused as his gaze bounced back and forth.
“Shit.” I spun around and headed for the cafeteria first. She wasn’t in there. Then I went to her locker. Nothing. I checked out the whole first floor, and then I found the nearest stairwell. The jump in my heart rate was now explained. It had been Kat, and now that bastard was most likely with her.
I think I saw Blake.
Kat had said that on Monday, and I’d chalked it up to paranoia. Shit.
I bounded up the stairs; Matthew and Dawson were behind me, but I was focused on murdering Blake with my bare hands. In this moment, nothing would give me more pleasure. We’d given that bastard a chance, and he threw it back in our faces.
Blake was a dead man.
I burst out of the stairwell and turned, spotting Kat immediately. Relief punched through me. In four steps, I was in front of her. I grasped her shoulders.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you,” I said.
Matthew stepped to my left. “Did you see where he went? Blake?”
She swallowed. “Yeah, he…wanted to talk.”
Steel dropped down my spine. The lockers in the hall rattled as energy pulsed through me. “What?”
She glanced nervously at Matthew. “He’s been watching us. I don’t think he’s ever left.”
Dropping my hands from her shoulders, I backed off as I struggled to get my anger under control before I blew out every window in the school. “I cannot believe he’s here. He has a death wish.”
Dawson stepped around me. “Why was he watching us?”
She drew in a deep breath as she fiddled with the strap on her book bag. “He wants us to help get Chris.”
I whipped around. “Come again?”
“He wants us to help him get Chris free from Daedalus and he…” She glanced at Dawson. “He claims he’s being kept in the same place that Bethany is. That helping him will help us.”
A shudder of violent anger rolled through me. I couldn’t believe it. Freaking could not wrap my head around the size of Blake’s balls.
Matthew shook his head. “He…he can’t think we would trust him.”
“I don’t think he cares if we do,” she said, smoothing a shaking hand over her hair.
“But does he really know where they are keeping Beth?” When I looked over at Dawson, his eyes were feverish.
“I don’t know.” She dropped her bag and leaned against a locker. “There’s no telling with him.”
Dawson shot forward, suddenly in my face. “Did he say anything—anything we can use to find her?”
“No. Not really. I—”
“Think,” Dawson ordered. “He had to have said something, Katy.”
That was enough. I clasped my hand on Dawson’s shoulder, yanking him away from Kat. “Back off, Dawson, I mean it.”
He shrugged my hand off, body coiled tight. “If he knows—”
“Don’t go there,” I interrupted him. “He was sent here by the DOD to determine if Kat was a viable subject. To do to her what they are doing to Beth. He killed Adam, Dawson. We are not working with—”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kat sway to the left. I shot toward her, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her close to my side. I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m okay, really, I am.”
“You’re lying.” She was pale and weak. Understanding flared. “Did you fight him?” I lowered my voice as my eyes dilated. “Did he try to hurt you? Because I swear right now, I will tear through this state—”
“I’m okay.” She tried to wiggle free, but I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. “It was more of the attack first, ask questions later,” she said. “I tired myself out, but he didn’t hurt me.”
I wanted to believe her, needed to, because I was seconds from peeling the roof off the building like it was a tin can. I focused on Dawson. “I know you want to believe that Blake can help us somehow, but he can’t be trusted.”
Dawson looked away, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Frustration poured off him. Matthew spoke up. “Daemon’s right.” He paused as a door opened at the end of the hall and two teachers stepped out. “But this is not the place to discuss any of this. After school, your house.” He left with one more warning look.
“I know what you’re going to say.” Dawson’s features were sharp. “I’m not going to do anything reckless. I promised both of you I wouldn’t. I’m keeping my end of the deal. You better keep yours.”
That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear from my brother. He walked off in the opposite direction of Matt. Hell, he was so going to back whatever Blake said if he thought there was the smallest chance he could help him find Bethany. “This isn’t good.”
“You have no idea.” She waited until the two teachers disappeared from the hall. “Trusting Blake may be a moot point.”
My eyes narrowed as I angled my body toward hers. “What are you saying?”
She cringed. “Blake confirmed what Will had said. The DOD and Daedalus believe my mutation wore off. Good news, right? But he’s desperate—more so than we realized. If we don’t agree to help him, he plans to turn us over.”
Spinning around, I slammed my fist in the locker. The metal gave way like butter. Didn’t even feel pain. Kat grabbed my arms and pulled me toward the nearby stairwell. I pulled free once the door closed behind us.
Shit. Damn. Fuck.
Thrusting my hands through my hair, I turned away from Kat and gripped the railing. Blake was going to blackmail us. After lying to Kat and me, almost turning her over to Daedalus and killing Adam, and then shoving the chance we—that I gave him, he was going to blackmail us. He was going to force us into what could be a trap.