“I guess I don’t have any choice but to believe you, right? No witnesses.” Paul sucked in a breath and sat up. His face hovered on the border between brutal and angelic. Gray salted his temples these days, which I hadn’t noticed before. He was ten years older than me, which put him close to forty, but the gray in his hair was the only indication he’d aged a day since I first saw him. I’d been eighteen, scared and irrationally arrogant; he’d been twenty-eight, and arrogant for damn good reason. He’d saved my ass then, when Bad Bob Biringanine had tried to stop me from becoming a Warden.
I couldn’t believe he was blaming himself for not saving my ass five days ago. I wanted to smack him one and tell him it was okay, I was right here, that the Joanne he’d known might be gone but most of her—maybe the best of her—lived on. I actually did reach out, or start to, but then Lewis’s eyes focused on me.
Unmistakably seeing me.
Oh. Well, of course he could, he’d seen me before, at Estrella’s house, when I was new-born into Djinnhood. Lewis could see, well, everything when he wanted to. Part of the legacy of who and what he was.
I shaped a silent hi. He half closed his eyes and smiled. Not surprised to find me here at all. Hi yourself, he mouthed, and the warmth in his expression made me tingle all over. Yeah, it’s like that between us. Always. Nothing either of us could control, no matter how much we wanted to.
Holding the stare, Lewis said, “She’s okay, Paul. Believe me. She’s in a better place.” About three feet to his left.
“Yeah? You got a fuckin‘ pipeline to heaven these days? I knew you were supposed to be some kind of god, but I didn’t know you had the all-access pass.” Paul’s bitterness was scorching. He wiped his face and sat back with another creak of the chair. “Whatever. Look, she never said so, but I know she had a thing for you.”
Lewis broke eye contact with me to blink at Paul. “She what?”
“Had a thing.” Paul shrugged. Only Italians could put so much into a shrug. “One night we got drunk and she told me… about college. That time.”
“Oh.” Lewis looked thrown, but not as thrown as I felt. I’d told Paul? About me and Lewis doing it on the floor of the Storm Lab one rainy afternoon when I was a freshman? I’d told Paul about Lewis being my first guy? No way. Although I dimly recalled a night four or five years ago, with blue agave tequila and strip poker… hmmm. Maybe I had. Wouldn’t be the first indiscreet thing to pass my lips.
Paul was still talking. “So she wouldn’t want you to be here.”
I wouldn’t?
“Given the circumstances,” he finished.
What circumstances?
Lewis glanced at me. I shrugged to indicate I had absolutely no idea what Paul was talking about. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to stay,” he said, as much to me as to Paul. “Seeing that the Wardens Council and I had that little disagreement about my Djinn. As in they wanted them back. So low profile seems to be the dress code.”
The Wardens Council, unhappy with Lewis? About Djinn? Oh. That. There had been a time a few years ago when Lewis had busted out of confinement by the Wardens, and stolen three bottles of Djinn on the way. Why three, I don’t know; I don’t even know if he had a particular reason to take the three he did. But whatever the case, it hadn’t made him popular with the Wardens. In fact, he’d kind of been on a most-wanted list ever since. I’d figured that they’d kissed and made up, since the last time I’d seen him he seemed pretty buddy-buddy with Martin Oliver, but maybe I’d overestimated the prodigal son factor. Evidently, they still wanted Lewis to return the Djinn he’d taken. Which I knew he couldn’t—and wouldn’t— since he’d set all three free.
Which made, what? A standoff? Lewis versus the entire Wardens organization? Not that it wasn’t even odds…
Paul grunted agreement. “Steer clear of Marion and her gang. They’re still under orders to bring you in for questioning.”
“Thanks. I will.” Lewis started to get up. Paul reached out and grabbed his arm, pinning him in place. Lewis looked pointedly at the offending hand, and continued, “… unless you want credit for bringing me in yourself…?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t give a damn whether you stay out in the cold or make yourself emperor of the world. I got something to say before you go.”
“Go ahead.”
It took him a few seconds to work his way up to it, and then he said, bluntly, “She loved you. I knew that even if she didn’t. And you were a fucking idiot not to realize it when you still had the chance.”