Experiment in Terror 09 Dust to Dust(27)

I nodded and with my hand gripped firmly around Perry’s, the four of us made our way down the street. The crazy thing was, even with my beloved and my friends at my side, even though all I had wanted to do was find Perry and now I had her in my arms, that didn’t make everything right.

It should have.

But it didn’t.

That horrible feeling, like something tragic was about to go down and all the speed in the world wouldn’t help me? That had only gotten worse since I found them.

And I had no damn clue what that meant.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Perry


My heart pumped forcefully in my ears. It was whole again. Happy. I could breathe.

I sat, chin resting on my hands, and watched Dex drain the glass of amber beer that had been poured for him moments ago. To anyone else Dex may have seen calm and cool, his usual cocky self.

But his hands were shaking ever so slightly and his knee wouldn’t stop jumping beneath the table. His dark eyes kept flitting to different corners of the room, waiting or watching or just trying to make sense. I didn’t know.

It was Dex though, I knew that much. He was alive and well and in my grasp and I wasn’t going to let him go after this. Not just because I could barely survive the twenty-four hours without him but because we still don’t know what happened to him and because of that, it was impossible to know whether it would happen again.

All I did know is that if Michael dared show his smug face again, I was ready to fight to the death. I would steel my mind. I would not let him succeed this time.

“Are you all right?” Maximus asked, but the question seemed to be for everyone, not just me. While I realized my fingernails were clawing into the palm of my hand, Dex continued to look sketchy and Ada was still a bit dazed and blank.

“Fine,” I said quickly. I was the last person anyone should worry about. I reached across the table and lay my hand on top of Dex’s and gave him a gentle look. “How about you baby?”

He flipped my hand over and laced his fingers into mine, giving it a warm, strong squeeze. He smiled, close-lipped. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been better. I’m just not sure how to make sense of anything. It’s kind of weird that the three of you know more about where I’ve been for the last while than I do.”

“It is weird,” Maximus said. His tone was light but there was a stiffness to his jaw that I wasn’t too fond of, almost as if he were questioning if Dex was telling the truth. But as excellent a liar as Dex was, I almost always knew when he was lying. He was being honest – he had no reason not to be – and was vulnerable as a result. Vulnerability was always something he tried his hardest to avoid.

Dex stared back at him, though I didn’t really see the animosity I’d come to expect from him. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out if Maximus had a right to be suspicious. Either way, he knew what Maximus was getting at and he didn’t question it.

I wanted to say something to Maximus, admonish him, but before I could Dex said, “So I guess the best thing would be to fly home. Only problem is, I don’t have my wallet – I don’t have ID. Can’t fly without that. I’d have to drive or take a bus.”

Ugh. The idea of driving from New York to Portland used to be on my bucket list, but now I wanted more than anything to just go home. I wanted to feel the Seattle rain on my shoulders, I wanted to hole up in cozy cafes with Dex and plan the rest of our lives together, I wanted to cuddle with Fat Rabbit and go shopping with Rebecca and get back to the life we’d set in motion. I wanted to enjoy being engaged.

This was not how I imagined our engagement would start off. Then again, we were Dex and Perry and our relationship seemed to thrive on the universe being out of order. Either that or our relationship actually caused the world to turn upside down. It was hard to say.

Ada’s phone started to ring. She glanced at it and then quickly excused herself to go stand outside by the door. I twisted in my seat to keep a close eye on her. We were lucky she hadn’t been IDed once we sat down at the bar, not that she was drinking more than Sprite anyway, but she was still nearly sixteen and this was a big bad city.

“I guess,” I said absently, “we could get Rebecca to send your passport over here on overnight. We could fly out tomorrow or the next day after that.” I didn’t want to stay a day longer here than we had to, but it seemed that was the only choice.

“Well, I guess there are worse places to be stuck in,” Dex said but I could tell he didn’t like the idea either. At any other time, New York would have been a dream vacation – especially since I was here with Dex and my sister. But now, it felt like the entire city was plotting against us. That was probably scooping a bit too much from the paranoia box, but still.