Thomas waited until the door closed behind them before speaking again. “I heard you had one of the buildings dismantled for the boards. How do you plan to use those?”
“To board up the windows with no glass. It should help keep the cold out.”
Henry and Paul nodded and walked out the door, leaving Thomas and I alone.
“What else?”
The way Thomas took charge and told everyone what to do bothered me. No. It wasn’t that. It was his arrogance while he did it that irritated me.
I crossed my arms to match his stance and arched a brow at him.
“Why the sudden willingness to help? I thought you didn’t want me making changes here.”
“Without some changes, you won’t be able to stay. Like you said, you’re different. More fragile.” He stepped closer, looking down at me with an expression that somehow crossed tender and domineering.
“I want you to stay.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled not to blush.
“Why? The bite didn’t work.”
“No, it didn’t. But it doesn’t change what I know. You belong to me.”
I continued to stare up at him while I wondered what he had planned. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, but didn’t move. We stood like that for several minutes until I finally uncrossed my arms and turned away from him.
The bags from Winifred still waited by the pump. I pulled out the top sheet and considered its length. A dress would be nice but given the thin material, probably impractical. Curtains would provide privacy; however, with the loose drafty panes, a thicker material would be better. What could I do with the material then? Nothing inspiring came to mind.
“What is that for?” Thomas asked. He’d moved to stand just behind me.
“Whatever we need, I suppose.” Maybe I should just leave the sheets as sheets. If Mary and Gregory happened to find more beds they might be needed.
I unpacked the bags, setting all the items on the table. The pasta, dried beans, and rice lay in a small mountain.
“Can you ask Winifred to let Mary know that we could use a cabinet or shelf to store the food?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. Our faces were inches apart as he too studied what lay on the table.
“Do you always have to stand so close?”
His lips twitched. “If I wasn’t worried about being knocked on my back, I’d stand even closer.” He didn’t meet my gaze but reached out and picked up one of the items on the table. “And no, I don’t need to ask Winifred. I let Gregory know.”
“How?”
“Just like Winifred can communicate with all of us, I can communicate with the members of my pack.”
“Members of your pack. You’re Gregory’s...what? Leader?”
“Yes.”
“That explains a lot,” I mumbled as I turned away from him. Like why he was so domineering and why he seemed to expect that people would listen to him.
* * * *
Long after the sun had gone down, I still sat on my bed, bored. I’d taken the pain pill, but with several of the men in the building, I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the lamp and sleep. Not until Mary returned, anyway. Then, as if my thoughts conjured her, I heard her yell my name.
“Up here!” I called.
Her steps were light and barely audible on the stairs. The door opened a moment later.
“Come see everything we’ve found.” Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and I was sure it wasn’t because of what they’d brought back. There was a dark spot on her neck, a kissing mark.
I grabbed the lamp and followed her.
“It’s an odd collection of things, but I think we found some amazing pieces.” She paused at the bottom of the steps to wait for me.
From above, I heard Thomas’ door open and fought not to roll my eyes.
I’d returned to the bedroom after a very long, very uncomfortable afternoon shadowed by him. Even in my room, I hadn’t been free of his presence because seconds after I’d closed the door, I heard his door close, too.
“I’m glad it wasn’t a wasted trip,” I said, hurrying to get to the common room. I didn’t want to linger in the gloomy hall with him not far behind me. I pushed through the doors then stopped.
Mary hadn’t exaggerated about what they’d found. An odd assortment of items littered the area. I set the lamp on the table and walked further into the room. Some of the taller objects cast shadows on other objects. It was definitely too much to go through with the poor light of night.
“Wow, Mary. How did you get this all back?”
“Winifred asked a few others to help us.” She moved further into the room and patted a large looking metal upright chest. “This is an old refrigerator. We can use it for storing food. Nothing will be able to get to it.”
What did she think would try to get to our food?
“And this,” she said, tapping something else big and metal and partially hidden in the refrigerator’s shadow, “will come in handy for cooking.”
I moved closer and grinned when I saw the old-fashioned stove. I vaguely remembered my grandparents having one like it. The metal beast had two doors and two removable plates on the cook surface. The smaller door, I knew, was for wood. When lit, it would heat the oven that was behind the second door and the cook surface above. It would also help heat the room. Mary had just made life much easier.
“That is totally amazing,” I said. Most older people like my grandparents replaced these things years ago with gas stoves.
“And check this out,” she said, waving me over to a small, potbellied stove. “This is for your room. In winter.”
I didn’t miss her use of the word “your,” however, I pretended to.
“I can’t wait to look at the rest of it tomorrow when we have better light.”
Mary nodded excitedly, said goodnight to Gregory, grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me from the room. I managed to take hold of the lantern on our way past.
As soon as we closed the door to our room, she grinned at me.
“That was the best evening of my life. We talked about everything. Did you know that he’s Thomas’ cousin? He’s only four years older than me—that’s a relief—and said he wouldn’t mind living here if that’s what I wanted to do.”
“He does seem pretty sweet,” I said, returning her smile. “I’m very excited for you. How much longer are you going to make him wait?” I just wanted to know when I’d be sleeping in this room alone.
“He asked the same thing today. I don’t have a set time. When it feels like it’s time, I’ll tell him.”
I nodded, kicked off my shoes, and crawled into bed with a yawn. Now that she was back, the need to sleep kicked in with full force.
“Good night, Mary,” I said softly.
She turned down the lamp. Mary saw better in the dark than I did, and there was less of a chance of her bruising her shin on her way back to the bed.
I closed my eyes and listened to her settle under her covers.
“Did you have a nice day with Thomas?” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust Mary with the truth. I did. But I didn’t want her to feel bad that she’d had such a great day when my day had been so awful. Plus, I had a suspicion that Thomas was in his room already. I didn’t want him to hear what I had to say.
“Good night, Charlene,” she whispered after a moment. “I hope you have a better day tomorrow.”
A smile curled my lips. Mary was smart.
* * * *
The amazing mounds of goods that crowded the common room looked even bigger in daylight. There were small and large tables, chairs, dressers, cabinets, toys, lamps—not the gas kind—pieces of metal I couldn’t identify, bags filled with things—it looked like clothes—a pile of random tools, and many other odd items. None of it was in good condition. After Mary’s excitement last night, I’d expected a bit better than what I saw. Though, the stove totally was a find.