“Yep!”
“Which all?” I asked.
“What do ya mean, which all? That doesn’t make any sense, Z,” she said. “I brought all the red fledgings y’all met before, plus Erik and Heath. Who else are ya talkin’ about?” Her words sounded normal, but she ended with a weird, nervous laugh and wouldn’t meet my eyes.
My stomach clenched. Stevie Rae was still lying to me. And I didn’t know what to do about it.
“I think maybe Zoey is feeling confused because she’s exhausted, as she should be after the experience she’s had tonight.” Sister Mary Angela’s warm hand on my shoulder felt as reassuring as her voice. “We’re all tired,” she added. Her smile took in Stevie Rae, the Twins, Aphrodite, and Damien. “Dawn is not long off. Let’s get you settled with the rest of your friends. Sleep. Everything will seem clearer when you’re well rested.”
I nodded wearily and let Sister Mary Angela shepherd us out of the depths of the root cellar and up the staircase we’d come down not too long ago. But instead of continuing up and into the hallway of the abbey, the nun opened a door off the landing I hadn’t noticed when I’d been hurrying after Damien earlier. A shorter staircase led into the main basement area, a big but normal-looking cement basement, which had been transformed by the nuns from a giant laundry room to a temporary dorm. There were a bunch of cots spread out along two walls opposite each other, made up with blankets and pillows and looking cozy. There was a kid-sized mound in one of the beds, and the poof of red hair that was sticking out of the blanket he’d pulled up over most of his head told me that Elliott had already crashed. The rest of the red fledglings were clustered around the washer-dryer area, sitting on those folding metal chairs that always make my butt cold, watching a large flat-screen TV that was perched on top of one of the washers. There was a lot of yawning going on with them, which meant it really must be almost dawn, but they seemed mesmerized by whatever was on TV. I glanced at the screen and felt my tired face break into a big grin.
“The Sound of Music? They’re watching The Sound of Music?” I laughed.
Sister Mary Angela lifted one eyebrow at me. “It’s one of our favorite DVDs. I thought the fledglings might enjoy it, too.”
“It is a classic,” Damien said.
“I used to think that Nazi kid was cute,” Shaunee said.
“Except he rats out the Von Trapps,” Erin said.
“Which is when he turned not so cute,” Shaunee continued as the Twins grabbed folding chairs and joined the other fledglings in front of the TV.
“But everybody likes Julie Andrews,” Stevie Rae said.
“She shoulda smacked them damn spoiled kids,” Kramisha said from her place in front of the TV. She glanced over her shoulder and gave Sister Mary Angela a tired smile. “Sorry ’bout the ‘damn,’ Sister, but they is brats.”
“They just needed love and attention and understanding, like all children do,” said the sister.
“Okay, barf. Seriously,” Aphrodite said, “before any of you break into a chorus of ‘How Do You Solve a Problem like Maria?’ and I have to gnaw through my slender wrists, I’m going to find Darius and my room.” She waggled her brows and started to twitch out of the basement.
“Aphrodite,” Sister Mary Angela called. When Aphrodite paused and looked back at her, the nun continued. “I imagine Darius is still with Stark. Saying good night to him would be just fine, but you’ll find your room on the fourth floor—you’ll be sharing it with Zoey and not with the warrior.”
“Ugh,” I said under my breath.
Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “Why does that not surprise me?” And, muttering to herself, she continued to twitch away.
“Sorry, Z,” Stevie Rae said after she rolled her eyes at Aphrodite’s back. “I’d be your roomie again, but I think I should stay down here. Being underground really feels better to me after the sun rises, plus I need to stick close to the red fledglings.”
“That’s okay,” I said a little too quickly. So now I didn’t even want to be alone with my BFF?
“Is everyone else still upstairs?” Damien asked. I saw him glancing around, and I was pretty sure he was looking for Jack.
I, on the other hand, hadn’t been looking around for any of my boyfriends. Actually, after their stupid, testosterone display outside, I was thinking that being boyfriendless sounded better and better.
And then there was Kalona and the memory I wish I’d never had.
“Yeah, everyone else is upstairs in the cafeteria or already in bed. Hey, Earth to Zo! Check it out. The nuns have a massively big selection of Doritos, and I even found some brown pop for you—full of caffeine and sugar,” said Heath as he jumped down the last three steps into the basement.
CHAPTER 6
Zoey
“Thanks, Heath.” I suppressed a sigh as Heath walked over to me and, grinning, offered me some nacho cheese Doritos and a can of brown pop.
“Z, if you’re really okay I’d like to find Jack and be sure Duchess is okay, then I’m going to sleep for a little bit of forever,” Damien said.
“No problem,” I said quickly, not wanting Damien to say anything about my A-ya memory to Heath.
“Where’s Erik?” Stevie Rae asked Heath as I chugged the can of brown pop.
“He’s still outside being all king of the castle.”
“Did you find anything after I left?” Stevie Rae’s voice suddenly got so sharp that several of the red fledglings glanced over from watching Maria and the Von Trapps sing “My Favorite Things.”
“Nah, he’s just a butt and rechecking what Dallas and I already checked.”
Dallas looked up from his place in front of the TV at the sound of his name. “Everything’s cool out there, Stevie Rae.”
Stevie Rae made a come here motion at Dallas, and he hurried to join us. She lowered her voice and said, “Fill me in.”
“I already told you outside before you came down here,” Dallas said, his eyes wandering back to the TV screen and cream-colored ponies… crisp apple strudel…
Stevie Rae gave his arm a smack. “Would you pay attention? I’m not outside anymore. Now I’m in here. So fill me in again.”
Dallas sighed, turned his full attention to her and gave her a cute, indulgent smile. “Okay, okay. But only ’cause you asked so nice.”
Stevie Rae frowned at him and he continued. “Erik, Johnny B, Heath here,” he paused and nodded at Heath, “and me—we searched like you told us to, which was no fun ’cause the ice is really slick and it’s super-cold out there.” He paused. Stevie Rae stared silently at him until he continued. “Anyway, like you already know, we were doing that while you were searching down by Twenty-first Street. After a while we all met back at the grotto. That’s when we told you we found those three bodies at the Lewis and Twenty-first Street corner. You told us to take care of them. Then you left. So we did what you said, and then me and Heath and Johnny B came inside to dry off, eat, and watch TV. I guess Erik’s still out there looking around.”
“Why?” Stevie Rae’s voice was sharp.
Dallas shrugged, “Could be like Heath said. The guy’s a butt.”
“Bodies?” said Sister Mary Angela.
Dallas nodded. “Yeah, we found three dead Raven Mockers. Darius shot them out of the sky ’cause they had bullet holes in them.”
Sister Mary Angela lowered her voice. “And what did you do with the dead creatures?”
“Put them in the Dumpsters behind the abbey like Stevie Rae said. It’s freezin’ out there. They’ll keep. And no garbage trucks are gonna be picking up anytime soon, what with the ice and everything. We thought they could stay there till y’all decided what to do with ’em.”
“Oh! Oh, my!” The nun’s face had gone pale.
“You put them in the Dumpsters? I didn’t tell you to put them in the Dumpsters!” Stevie Rae practically yelled.