The Scribe
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“Crazy?” he said quietly. “Is that what you think? Truly?”
“I don’t know.” She didn’t know. Their words made no sense, and yet there was no hint of deception in them. No waver in their silent voices told her to guard from harm.
Malachi asked gently, “Did the humans call you crazy, Ava?”
“Of course they did.”
She could tell the knowledge pained him, but he kept his hand on her foot. His fingers on her cheek. Gentle and constant, his touch soothed her.
Damien asked, “Malachi says you hear voices. Is that correct?”
She shrank back. “Yes.”
“In the Old Language,” Damien mused. “If this is true, then you hear as the Irina do.”
“What does that mean?”
“The Irina hear the voice of the soul. It is one of their gifts.”
Her chest was tight. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I don’t understand what that means. How can the soul have a voice?”
“How can it not?”
“I don’t understand any of this.” She was overwhelmed. Part of her wanted to keep firing questions, and the other part wanted to run away.
As if sensing her panic, Malachi grasped her hand in both of his. “We are all confused. None of us understands how this happened, Ava.”
“I don’t even know—”
“Know this: I believe you are one of us.” His grey eyes met hers. They burned with passion. “I know it. We will find the answers. We will help you.”
She nodded, keeping her eyes on his. Even if nothing else made sense, some instinctive part of her trusted Malachi. Through all of this, he had watched out for her. He grounded her with his utter and complete confidence. She allowed herself to take a deep breath.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Okay.”
“Malachi speaks the truth as he believes it,” Damien bit out. “I am not convinced. We know your mother is not one of us.”
“My mom?” She looked between Malachi and Damien in confusion. “What about my mom? What do you know about my mom?”
“You look just like your mother,” Damien said. “Almost exactly.”
“Yeah, so?” She was starting to get irritated. “And how did you get pictures of my mom?”
Damien turned from her and spoke to Malachi. “Irina only come from Irina.”
“That’s what we’ve always been told.”
Ava asked, “So why do you think I’m one of these Irina?”
Both men ignored her and continued to argue in low voices.
Malachi said, “She’s reacting like the Irina. She hears the soul-voice. She can bear our touch. Judging from the color in her face, she even seems to thrive on it.”
“It’s not enough. We need to know how this could happen. Admittedly, she looks healthier than she did when she first came here, but—”
“What do you mean, ‘when I first came here?’ Who all was following me?” As irritated as she was, Ava had to admit she did feel great. Malachi was holding her hand and she felt calm. He was like the medication she’d tried once, but without the awful side effects. Holding his hand muffled Damien’s inner voice, making it easier for her to concentrate. She felt centered and easy. Relaxed. Her head was clear, and she was starting to remember more about the day.
“She can’t go back to the hotel,” Damien said. “She has to stay here. Stay protected.”
“Hello?” Her voice rose. “I am still in the room.”
“The Grigori still followed her yesterday?”
“Leo and I lost them on the way back from the islands, but—”
She squeezed Malachi’s hand, trying to get his attention. “Who the hell are the Grigori, and why are they—” Her eyes widened. “Shit.”
That one word was enough to silence the two irritating men.
Damien asked, “What?”
“How long was I sleeping? After we…” She glanced at Malachi. “You know.”
Malachi ignored her embarrassed flush. “I carried you back from the island yesterday afternoon. I thought you’d wake up after a while, but I think I underestimated your exhaustion.”
“So I’ve been out of contact for over a day?” Ava pushed his hand away and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Where’s my phone? I have to call my mom and let her know I’m not dead, or she and Carl will be sending out the commandos.”
Malachi went to his desk and opened a drawer. “So you did call them the other night. Is that where you got the gun?”
“Carl sent it.” Ava glanced at Damien, who was watching her like she was some curious animal at the zoo. “I…” She sighed. “I don’t know what to tell her. Last I talked to them, I was convinced you guys were part of some international conspiracy to kidnap me.”
Damien murmured, “You might not be far off.”
“What does that mean? Does this have something to do with the Grigori guys you were talking about? What’s a Grigori?”
Malachi handed her the phone. “There are others related to our kind who are after you. We’re not sure why, but it cannot be good.”
“Supernatural bad guys? Of course there are supernatural bad guys.” She threw up her hands. “I mean, you don’t get superheroes without supervillains, right?”
“I wouldn’t call them super,” Damien said with a frown. “But they do have an interest in you.” He rose. “I need to call Vienna. Malachi, can I see you in the hall for a moment?”