Page 13 of Their Will be Done

It’s taken us years, but we’re finally starting to find joy in the little things.

“This is the one,” he says, snatching the offending box from Cass’s hands. “But I’ll keep this as a spare.” He tucks both boxes under his arms and looks about to leave.

“Sit down,” I tell him, holding my glass out for Reuben.

He comes and takes it, but instead of going to refill, he stops beside Trinity’s chair, his back to me. “Finish,” he says quietly, tapping a fingernail against her glass.

She cranes to look up at him, and slowly swallows down the rest of her glass.

Well, that’s one mystery solved then. I shouldn’t be surprised it’s him that she fancies most. When Reuben looks at you, it’s like you’re the only person in the world.

I think that’s what his Ghost liked most about him. It’s one thing controlling a little kid who can’t fight back, but controlling someone like Reuben? He’d always been stronger and bigger than the rest of us. Our rock.

That’s the funny thing about erosion, though. It weathers mountains. Reuben’s Ghost ground him to dust over the years. If we hadn’t escaped when we had, there’d have been nothing left of him, just an empty shell.

But what will Trinity do when Reuben realizes he doesn’t need to save her anymore? Because that’s around about the time he loses interest in people.

“This all you could get?” Cass asks.

I don’t have to look to know what he’s talking about. My trips to town are like Christmas around here because I always come back bearing gifts. Cass’s comes in a few dime bags that cost a fuck load more than a dime these days.

He opens the seal on one and takes a deep sniff. “Jaysus,” he mutters, grimacing. “You tell him he has to cure his stuff longer than a fucking day?”

“I’m not getting into a debate with your dealer, Cass.”

Trinity glances from Cass to me to Reuben to Apollo, her eyes flickering around like a nervous dragonfly.

“Did you know Jasper was gay?” I ask her.

I smile when she flinches at the sound of my voice and turns her wide, amber eyes on me. Rube brings me my drink and then hers. This time, she takes it without looking at him.

“No.” She lifts a shoulder, sipping absently at her glass. “But some things make sense now.”

“Like what?”

She takes a tiny sip of her drink. “Perry told me Jasper hated girls.”

Cass snorts as he moves over to the sofa. He sinks down, nudging Apollo aside with his elbow. Apollo’s so busy starting up his new video camera and going through the settings, he doesn’t even seem to notice.

I tap a fresh cigarette from my pack and light it, standing to a crouch to hand it over to Reuben. All while Trinity tracks me with that dragonfly gaze.

The lacy bodice of her dress keeps catching my eye. Not because of the perky tits they barely cover, but because I keep wondering why she wore it. For someone who doesn’t seem comfortable in her own skin, exposing so much of it must have taken courage. Courage I didn’t think she had.

Does she think we’ll start salivating over her to the point where we let slip something important?

I look away when Reuben hands back my cigarette.

My paranoia knows no bounds. And although I’m fully aware of how fucked up my mind is, I can’t stop these intrusive thoughts any more than I can stop breathing.

Something else I was considering last night as I lay sleepless in bed. What if Gabriel brought her here because he knew his time was short? What if he suspects—orknows—who we really are? What if, this entire time, he’s been tracking us as carefully as we’ve tracked him?

There’s nothing in this nest of ours that would give away our true identities, but the mere fact that we know each other, that we’ve kept in contact…

Paranoia.

We barely resemble the kids we once were. There’s a box of hair dye in one of the bags. Colored contacts in another. Cass’s Ghosts loved his long hair, so it was the first thing he did when we escaped—shaving his head. We’re no longer grimy, malnourished, basement-pale boys full of bruises and sores.

Still, from the day I arrived here and shook Gabriel’s hand, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that he’d stared at me just a second too long.

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