tales of the daywalkers (week 18)
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“So you’re not going to tell me where you got that letter?” I fell into the car and slammed my door.
Claude averted his eyes as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “Nope.”
“Or why you burned it?”
“That should be obvious.” He punctuated the sentence with a sharp poke to my arm.
I gave him a half-smile and shook my head. “Trust me; nothing is as obvious as you seem to think.”
Claude raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Obviously, I wasn’t going to get anything out of him…not yet anyway. But I wasn’t giving up. I had my ways.
“Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”
It figured. Claude was nothing if not stubborn. If only I had been paying better attention…if I had just gone with him to get rid of it…
Of course, at the time, I had no idea I would need the damn thing again.
“Are you sure it’s even still in Atlanta?”
“I’m betting my life on it.” Claude shot me a sideways glance. “Well, life…death, you know what I mean.”
I did. I knew exactly what he meant. We were both risking our necks, quite literally, to retrieve the amulet without Sebastian. An icy ripple went down my spine as I imaged the look on Sebastian’s face as he discovered our duplicity. If we didn’t come back with the necklace, we may as well be ash.
I leaned my head back to stare out the window. “He’s going to stake us.”
“Correction, he’s going to stake me. You he likes.”
A blast of laughter passed my lips. “Right. You really don’t know him very well.”
“I know all I need to know.” Claude got very quiet.
A horn beeped when the light turned green and we didn’t move.
Claude turned to me, ignoring the honking and the traffic. “As long as I walk the earth, I will never forget the day he killed my father.”
My eyes went to my hands. “That was as much my fault. I never should have involved your father…”
“No, you shouldn’t have. But what’s done is done.” Claude gunned the engine and pulled through the intersection just as the light turned red again, causing another round of angry honking.
I stopped paying attention to the road. I was too busy getting lost in dark memories. What was done was done. And yet, here I was again…involving someone who should have been kept safe. It was my curse. Like the angry waves in a storm, I left destruction in my wake.
My head came up immediately to scan my surroundings and I swallowed a groan. How could I have missed something so obvious?
“Really? Are you serious? You gave it to him?” I almost laughed. In any other situation, I would have found this incredibly funny, but I felt too stupid to find any humor.
“Oh come on…you really didn’t know?” A sly grin split Claude’s face.
“Why would I lie?”
“To keep the count from finding it, maybe?”
“No,” I laughed. “I would have never guessed.”
“Who else could wear that gaudy piece of jewelry without drawing attention? Besides, who better to guard the Holy Grail than an actual knight?”
“You’d better hope he still has it.”
“Are you kidding? Elton doesn’t get rid of anything.”
Until the next time…I’ll be spending the rest of my evening with the family!