I was amazed that the three assassins immediately stalked back up the hallway, not even pausing to give me or Jeb a parting grimace.
I deeply wanted to believe that the gun in Jeb’s hands was a bluff.
From the first time I’d seen him, Jeb had shown every outward appearance of kindness. He had not touched me once in violence; he had not even looked at me with recognizable hostility. Now it seemed that he was one of only two people here who meant me no harm. Jared might have fought to keep me alive, but it was plain that he was intensely conflicted about that decision. I sensed that he could change his mind at any time. From his expression, it was clear that part of him wanted this over with—especially now that Jeb had put the decision on his shoulders. While I made this analysis, Jared glowered at me with disgust in every line of his expression.
However, as much as I wanted to believe that Jeb was bluffing, while I watched the three men disappear into the darkness away from me, it was obvious there was no way he could be. Under the front he presented, Jeb must have been just as deadly and cruel as the rest of them. If he hadn’t used that gun in the past—used it to kill, not just to threaten—no one would have obeyed him this way.
Desperate times, Melanie whispered. We can’t afford to be kind in the world you’ve created. We’re fugitives, an endangered species. Every choice is life-or-death.
Shh. I don’t have time for a debate. I need to focus.
Jared was facing Jeb now, one hand held out in front of him, palm up, fingers curled limply. Now that the others were gone, their bodies slumped into a looser stance. Jeb was even grinning under his thick beard, as though he’d enjoyed the standoff at gunpoint. Strange human.
“Please don’t put this on me, Jeb,” Jared said. “Kyle is right about one thing—I can’t make a rational decision.”
“No one said you had to decide this second. She’s not going anywhere.” Jeb glanced down at me, still grinning. The eye closest to me—the one Jared couldn’t see—closed quickly and opened again. A wink. “Not after all the trouble she took to get here. You’ve got plenty of time to think it through.”
“There’s nothing to think through. Melanie is dead. But I can’t—I can’t—Jeb, I can’t just…” Jared couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.
Tell him.
I’m not ready to die right this second.
“Don’t think about it, then,” Jeb told him. “Maybe you’ll figure something out later. Give it some time.”
“What are we going to do with it? We can’t keep watch on it round the clock.”
Jeb shook his head. “That’s exactly what we’re going to have to do for a while. Things will calm down. Even Kyle can’t preserve a murderous rage for more than a few weeks.”
“A few weeks? We can’t afford to play guard down here for a few weeks. We have other things —”
“I know, I know.” Jeb sighed. “I’ll figure something out.”
“And that’s only half the problem.” Jared looked at me again; a vein in his forehead pulsed. “Where do we keep it? It’s not like we have a cell block.”
Jeb smiled down at me. “You’re not going to give us any trouble, now, are you?”
I stared at him mutely.
“Jeb,” Jared muttered, upset.
“Oh, don’t worry about her. First of all, we’ll keep an eye on her. Secondly, she’d never be able to find her way out of here—she’d wander around lost until she ran into somebody. Which leads us to number three: she’s not that stupid.” He raised one thick white eyebrow at me. “You’re not going to go looking for Kyle or the rest of them, are you? I don’t think any of them are very fond of you.”
I just stared, wary of his easy, chatty tone.
“I wish you wouldn’t talk to it like that,” Jared muttered.
“I was raised in a politer time, kid. I can’t help myself.” Jeb put one hand on Jared’s arm, patting lightly. “Look, you’ve had a full night. Let me take the next watch here. Get some sleep.”
Jared seemed about to object, but then he looked at me again and his expression hardened.
“Whatever you want, Jeb. And… I don’t—I won’t accept responsibility for this thing. Kill it if you think that’s best.”
I flinched.
Jared scowled at my reaction, then turned his back abruptly and walked the same way the others had gone. Jeb watched him go. While he was distracted, I crept back into my hole.
I heard Jeb settle slowly to the ground beside the opening. He sighed and stretched, popping a few joints. After a few minutes, he started whistling quietly. It was a cheery tune.