Significance (Significance #1)(65)

“When someone touches her - any of our women - who means them harm, it leaves an offense mark, an almost burned looking handprint wherever they touch them. Maggie’s skin also shocks them, kind of, to warn them that they don’t have the right to harm her. It hurts them to touch her, even through clothes. The significant can remove the mark when they touch once they are ascended. The marks, they don’t harm her just to make her very tired, they drain her energy. When we found Maggie, she had quite a few of these handprints on her and Caleb did heal her. That’s one reason we’re so worried about the echoling. See, he can hurt her in her dreams. She can receive an echo, an offense mark or other injury that occurs in a dream. My grandmother healed her of some of these injuries before.”“Gah, I can’t believe all this was going on the whole time right behind my back and I never thought to be suspicious. So this guy is after Maggie because of you?” Dad asked but his tone was easy, he wasn’t accusing, just asking.
“Well, in a sense, yes, and I’m sorry about that. See, they would have gone after anyone in our clan who imprinted in this day because it hasn’t happened in so long. It just happened that Maggie was it.”
“So, Maggie has met your grandmother?”
“Maggie’s met the whole family,” Caleb explained softly. “I brought her over the day after our imprint to explain everything to her. To let her see my family so she wouldn’t be afraid and ask any questions she had.”
“Huh.”
I heard a tongue clicking.
“Well,” my dad continued, “I’d love to meet them, too.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Peter said. “I explained to them last night that we told you everything and they are anxious to meet you.”
“Really? Ready to string me up by my ankles?”
Peter guffawed, the one he did when he was truly enjoying himself. His thoughts confirmed it.
“Ah, no. My family is very...affectionate. They love Maggie and can’t wait to meet you. I told them I’d try to talk you into coming over for lunch before we send these two off tonight.”
“Sounds good,” Dad said but he was freaking out.
His thoughts were scared.
A house full of people with abilities. Hmmm. And Maggie has met them all. All these things she was keeping from me. But it’s not like I deserved to know. I was barely a father two weeks ago. Now she’s growing up too fast. Way, way too fast. She’s leaving me, starting tonight.
I decided to make my entrance. I came slowly around the door frame and saw three sets of eyes widen and three mouths drop.
Chapter Twenty Eight

At first I thought I’d left my tank top upstairs, but with a quick look I saw that I was dressed.
Their thoughts all hit me at once. Peter had seen the ascension changes before on others but none as drastic as this. He smiled, knowing why I looked different and looked proudly on me.
Caleb was in awe. In his mind I saw that he always thought I was gorgeous, but now I just seemed confident and a finished masterpiece. He hadn’t been able to really see the extent of the changes because I’d been disheveled when he rescued me and the dream was rushed and crazy. I looked at him, too, and saw his differences as well, though his were more subtle. He had never been more handsome. He’d showered and changed clothes and I could see his tan arms flex as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. I bit my lip at how good he looked. 
Then he looked me over, head to toe, and started thinking about my legs and arms and plenty else. I blushed from my neck to my cheeks at the things he wanted to do and turned from him before it was obvious what Caleb was thinking to everyone else.
My dad was devastated and I’d been so wrapped up in the other thoughts to see it. To him, my life had been sped forward, years taken from, and he was looking at someone who was no longer a teenage girl, unsure and fragile and needy. I was someone who was grown up and called home to Dad on holidays and birthdays. Someone who didn’t ask permission because she didn’t need to anymore. She was sure of her future and taking the reigns away from him completely, someone who didn’t need nor want a father anymore.
I stepped to stand in front of him.
“Dad, never. That’ll never be me.” I looked down at myself and shrugged. “This is just the ascension, just my looks. I’m still me, I haven’t changed.”
“But you have,” he said softly and cupped my face with his hard callused hands. “You grew up while I was being an idiot.” He smiled. “You’re beautiful, inside and out. I’m so sorry if I ever made you doubt that.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath. I was about to ruin the mascara I’d just put on if he didn’t quit it. He released me and put an arm around my shoulder. He kissed my temple and started to explain what was in store for me.
They told me about the beach house and the flight. I didn’t bother to tell them I knew all about it because I could read their thoughts. Caleb smirked at me from over the counter, reading me. He knew I was just letting our fathers seem like they were controlling and handling everything for us. They needed it so I didn’t stop them.
“Now, I’ll get you another cell phone this afternoon and you better keep it on you at all times,” Dad explained again and I nodded. He looked at Peter. “Now, who did you get to go and watch out for them?”
“I have a few to ask at lunch today.”
“We don’t need a chaperone, Dad,” I insisted.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
My comeback was interrupted by the doorbell. Everyone looked around. We weren’t expecting anyone but I heard thoughts of an anxious person who was worried. Then the door opened and I heard shouting.
“Dad! Dad, are you home?”
“Bish!” I yelled and took off toward the voice.
I turned the corner and my brother looked exactly as I remembered; big, beefy, tan, dark haired and smiling in confusion. “Bish! Oh, my goodness!”
“Maggie? I thought-” He grabbed me as I jumped to him and held me off the floor against him. “Dad called and said you’d been kidnapped.” He put me down but didn’t release his bear grip on me. “Was this some sick joke just to get me to come home?”
“I wish,” Dad said from behind me and grabbed Bish in a hug. “It’s good to see you, son. Wow. I didn’t think you could get any bigger,” he mused and Bish smiled bashfully.
“Well, you know.” Bish rubbed his upper arm. He was always naïve about how nice looking he was. He was a very muscley guy, always had been. “I do a lot of lifting at work, boxes of supplies and stuff.” Then he remembered why he was here. “What the hell, Dad? I thought you said-”
“She was kidnapped.” Dad pulled me to him. “We just got her back last night. Haven’t even had time to tell the police yet.”
“What happened?” Bish asked and looked at me. He turned his head and squinted. He pulled me from Dad and looked closely at me with his hand on my shoulders. “Have I been gone that long? You’re so...”He was thinking how stunning I looked. How grown up and different I was.
Holy crap, what happened? How could I have missed so much? She looks more like mom than ever. Man, she was always pretty but she’s just so... beautiful.
He had also noticed the two men standing behind us but hadn’t acknowledged them yet, on purpose. He suspected they had something to do with all this and he’d have to hurt someone. He suddenly felt very extra protective of me and wondered if I had run away with that boy and was discovered or something and that’s why Dad thought I’d been kidnapped. He mentally took a deep breath to calm himself for what I was about to tell him.
Then, since his thoughts seemed to be streaming to me, everything else did, too. All his errant thoughts, his loaded memories, his past thoughts came flooding to me like a landslide. His mind was clean and sincere with a barrier of guarded reluctance, but his memories were anything but.
I saw a flash of him as a kid, hiding in a blackened closet, a yellow light peeking under the doorway while yelling and banging on the door was all around him as he held the knob tightly pulled to with all his ten year old might.
Another glimpse of a man who seemed to tower over him, literally. He looked like a giant with shadows across his face and his eyes seemed to almost glow red as the man drew his hand back swiftly to slap him.
Then, a kid being pulled away from a raggedy house while a woman covered her face and cried. The kid, a teenager, was dirty and his lip was bloody. When he looked back, there was a man beside the lady, if you could call him a man. He was broader than any normal man with arms like a cartoon wrestler and he looked strangely satisfied, his grin too wide like a clown, as the officers placed the kid, Bish, none too gently into the back of the squad car with lights blaring for all to see the criminal. Bish’s thoughts were only for the woman with the monster’s arms around her and how he hadn’t gotten there fast enough to stop the last beating. And now, his foster mom didn’t have him there to save her anymore.
I realized then that this was Bish’s perception. His memories were distorted but as real as anything I’d ever felt. This is what his child mind was filled with; pictures and flashes of monsters of every kind and variety, human monsters. This was what his childhood was like.