The Host(88)
“It’s my room, too. And I told Jeb you could have it.”
“Jared will be furious,” I whispered.
“I can do what I want with my room,” Jamie muttered rebelliously, but then he bit his lip. “We won’t tell him. He doesn’t have to know.”
I nodded. “Good idea.”
“You don’t mind if I sleep in here, do you? Uncle Jeb’s really loud.”
“No, I don’t mind. But Jamie, I don’t think you should.”
He frowned, trying to be tough instead of hurt. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not safe. Sometimes people come looking for me at night.”
His eyes went wide. “They do?”
“Jared always had the gun—they went away.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know—Kyle sometimes. But there are surely others who are still here.”
He nodded. “All the more reason why I should stay. Doc might need help.”
“Jamie —”
“I’m not a kid, Wanda. I can take care of myself.”
Obviously, arguing was only going to make him more stubborn. “At least take the bed,” I said, surrendering. “I’ll sleep on the floor. It’s your room.”
“That’s not right. You’re the guest.”
I snorted quietly. “Ha. No, the bed is yours.”
“No way.” He lay down on the mat, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
Again, I saw that arguing was the wrong approach to take with Jamie. Well, this one I could rectify as soon as he was asleep. Jamie slept so deeply it was almost a coma. Melanie could carry him anywhere once he was out.
“You can use my pillow,” he told me, patting the one next to the side where he lay. “You don’t need to scrunch up at the bottom there.”
I sighed but crawled to the top of the bed.
“That’s right,” he said approvingly. “Now, could you throw me Jared’s?”
I hesitated, about to reach for the pillow under my head; he jumped up, leaned over me, and snatched the other pillow. I sighed again.
We lay in silence for a while, listening to the low whistle of the doctor’s breathing.
“Doc has a nice snore, doesn’t he?” Jamie whispered.
“It won’t keep you up,” I agreed.
“You tired?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
I waited for him to say something more, but he was quiet.
“Was there something you wanted?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away, but I could feel him struggling, so I waited.
“If I asked you something, would you tell me the truth?”
It was my turn to hesitate. “I don’t know everything,” I hedged.
“You would know this. When we were walking… me and Jeb… he was telling me some things. Things he thought, but I don’t know if he’s right.”
Melanie was suddenly very there in my head.
Jamie’s whisper was hard to hear, quieter than my breathing. “Uncle Jeb thinks that Melanie might still be alive. Inside there with you, I mean.”
My Jamie. Melanie sighed.
I said nothing to either of them.
“I didn’t know that could happen. Does that happen?” His voice broke, and I could hear that he was fighting tears. He was not a boy to cry, and here I’d grieved him this deeply twice in one day. A pain pierced through the general region of my chest.
“Does it, Wanda?”
Tell him. Please tell him that I love him.
“Why won’t you answer me?” Jamie was really crying now but trying to muffle the sound.
I crawled off the bed, squeezing into the hard space between the mattress and the mat, and threw my arm over his shaking chest. I leaned my head against his hair and felt his tears, warm on my neck.
“Is Melanie still alive, Wanda? Please?”
He was probably a tool. The old man could have sent him just for this; Jeb was smart enough to see how easily Jamie broke through my defenses. It was possible that Jeb was seeking confirmation for his theory, and he wasn’t against using the boy to get it. What would Jeb do when he was certain of the dangerous truth? How would he use the information? I didn’t think he meant me harm, but could I trust my own judgment? Humans were deceitful, treacherous creatures. I couldn’t anticipate their darker agendas when such things were unthinkable to my species.
Jamie’s body shook beside me.
He’s suffering, Melanie cried. She battered ineffectually at my control.
But I couldn’t blame this on Melanie if it turned out to be a huge mistake. I knew who was speaking now.
“She promised she would come back, didn’t she?” I murmured. “Would Melanie break a promise to you?”