The Rising
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“It would have been nice if you found a way to tell us rescue was coming,” I said to Moreno when Sean paused to take a call. “Or helped out during the fight.”
He only arched his brows, as if the suggestion was preposterous.
“After all we’ve been through, you should have trusted me,” he said.
I snorted a laugh at that. “Yeah, because you’re such a trustworthy guy.”
“Oh, I am, for the right people, under the right circumstances. It’s a flexible concept.”
“Don’t expect me to forget you tried to shoot me, with a real gun.”
“Because you looked like a mountain lion, attacking your daddy, who is one of those ‘right people.’ I’m a damned fine shot. I wouldn’t have hit you if I didn’t need to, and if I did I’d have only winged you. If you’re hoping for an apology, Miss Maya, you won’t get it. Pull that stunt again, and I’ll pull my gun again. And maybe this time, I’ll hit you.”
I glowered at him. He smiled.
We got to the clinic and Daniel went in for surgery. He was stable and there was no risk . . . or no more than the usual risk that comes with any surgery, but I tried not to think of that.
There was a Cabal satellite office next door to the clinic. That’s where Sean took me after Daniel had been prepped for surgery. They’d cleared out the employees for our negotiation meeting, and when we walked in it was eerily silent. Then I heard the quick march of footsteps. Antone rounded a corner. He saw me, picked up his pace, and caught me up in an embrace. I didn’t return the hug, but didn’t push him away, either.
When I heard more footsteps, I looked up to see Rafe, stepping from a room. He was grinning, with Ash and Corey behind him. Antone waved them back. When I drew closer, I spotted Kit, Sam, Hayley, Chloe, Derek, Tori, and Simon inside what looked like a boardroom.
“Everyone’s here except Kenjii and Annie, and only because we didn’t want to stress them out with a long plane ride.” Antone patted my back, leaned down to my ear and whispered. “It’s almost over, Maya. Just hang in there.”
As we walked into the room, there were murmured hellos and a few hugs, but attention quickly shifted to the guy who was with us—for most of them, a stranger.
Sean introduced himself, then Kit introduced everyone else. When he got to Tori, Sean’s smile widened.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “The other witch-sorcerer.”
She frowned. “There’s another one?”
“Savannah, my little sister.” He paused. “Well, not so little. She turned twenty last month. If everything here works out, you’ll have to meet her someday. Not anytime soon, I’m afraid—too many people know about the experiments already.”
Kit introduced Derek, and Chloe stiffened, her gaze fixed on Sean’s face, waiting for his reaction. He just smiled and shook Derek’s hand.
“He’s a werewolf,” Tori said.
He looked at Derek. “I hear you’re Changing already. How is that going?” A small laugh. “Hellishly painful, I’ve heard, meaning it’s a dumb question. But otherwise? Everything’s all right?”
Derek nodded.
Tori moved closer. “I thought Cabals had a problem with werewolves.”
“They do. An old prejudice. But that sister I mentioned? She grew up spending summers with the werewolf Pack.”
“The one near Syracuse?” Chloe asked.
He smiled. “Heard some stories? I can imagine. I certainly wouldn’t want them as enemies, but the Alpha is a good man. Again, I’m in no rush to introduce you all to the rest of the supernatural world. Not until you’re older. But if Derek has werewolf issues, I can get answers from the best source.”
“So what happens now?” Tori asked.
“We talk about what comes next. Now that I’ve learned this project exists, I’ve convinced my grandfather—the CEO—to put me in charge. Since most people expect me to succeed him, they tend to listen to me.” He sobered. “I know what you guys really want is freedom. Just reunite you with your parents, let you go and leave you alone. But even if I could convince the Cabals to do that—which I can’t—it wouldn’t take long for you to land on someone else’s radar, as you’ve already seen. What we’re going to try to do today is come up with a compromise. We give you as much freedom as we can and as much support as you need and we hope that in doing so, we’ll eventually convince you that working for a Cabal someday isn’t quite the worst-case scenario you expect.”
“So this is about grooming future employees,” Tori said.
Sean nodded. “Very valuable future employees. It’s not charity or civic duty—I’ll be clear about that up front. It’s like any other investment—we’re willing to take the financial risk in hopes of a very nice payoff. But for now, our focus is on reaching a compromise everyone can live with.”
There were representatives from both Cabals waiting to negotiate. Antone and Kit would speak for us.
Corey stepped forward. “We’d like Maya to represent Project Phoenix.” He turned to Antone. “You seem to be on our side, but after running from you for a week, I’m not taking that chance.” He looked over at Kit. “And you seem to be on our side, too, but you’ve got your own kids in this. I want Maya to speak for me.”
Do I sound like a coward if I say I wished Daniel could join me? There was a time when I’d have leaped at the chance to speak for my friends. But now, after all we’d been through, I’d learned a little humility. I won’t say my confidence was shaken, but it was, perhaps, tamped down to a more manageable level. I had doubts. I had worries. As uncomfortable as that felt, I think it made me better suited to step into those negotiations than I would have been. My actions and my decisions had consequences for all of us and if I wanted to be a leader, I could never forget that. So I agreed, with trepidation.
As Antone said, it was almost over. No more running. No more hiding. No more fighting. Just talking. But of everything I’d gone through in the last few weeks, nothing was harder—or more terrifying—than those negotiations. I was bargaining for my future and for the futures of my friends. If they agreed to my deal, and things went wrong later, it would be my fault. If they didn’t agree because of some concession I failed to win, it would be my fault.