Ian laughed. “Of course you didn’t. I’m amazed you can like any of us.”
“You’ve got that turned around,” I mumbled, and dug my teeth into the hard roll. I chewed mechanically and then swallowed, setting the bread down as I waited to see how it hit my stomach.
“Not very appetizing, I know,” Ian said.
I shrugged. “Just testing—to see if the nausea’s really passed.”
“Maybe something more appealing…”
I looked at him, curious, but I couldn’t see his face. I listened to a sharp crackle and a ripping sound… and then I could smell, and I understood.
“Cheetos!” I cried. “Really? For me?”
Something touched my lip, and I crunched into the delicacy he offered.
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” I sighed as I chewed.
That made him laugh. He put the bag in my hands.
I downed the contents of the small bag quickly, and then finished my roll, seasoned by the cheese flavor still in my mouth. He handed me a bottle of water before I could ask.
“Thank you. For more than the Cheetos, you know. For so much.”
“You’re more than welcome, Wanda.”
I stared into his dark blue eyes, trying to decipher everything he was saying with that sentence—there seemed to be something more than just courtesy in the words. And then I realized that I could see the color of Ian’s eyes; I glanced quickly up at the cracks above. The stars were gone, and the sky was turning pale gray. Dawn was coming. First light.
“Are you sure you have to do this?” Ian asked, his hands already half-extended as if to pick me up.
I nodded. “You don’t have to carry me. My leg feels better.”
“We’ll see.”
He helped me to my feet, leaving his arm around my waist and pulling my arm around his neck.
“Careful, now. How’s that?”
I hobbled forward a step. It hurt, but I could do it. “Great. Let’s go.”
I think Ian likes you too much.
Too much? I was surprised to hear from Melanie, and so distinctly. Lately, she only spoke up like this when Jared was around.
I’m here, too. Does he even care about that?
Of course he does. He believes us more than anyone besides Jamie and Jeb.
I don’t mean that.
What do you mean?
But she was gone.
It took us a long time. I was surprised by how far we had to go. I’d been thinking we were going to the big plaza or the kitchen—the usual places for congregating. But we went through the eastern field and kept going until we finally reached the big, deep black cave that Jeb had called the game room. I hadn’t been here since my first tour. The biting scent of the sulfurous spring greeted me.
Unlike most of the caverns here, the game room was much wider than it was tall. I could see that now because the dim blue lights hung from the ceiling rather than resting on the floor. The ceiling was only a few feet over my head, the height of a normal ceiling in a house. But I couldn’t even see the walls, they were so distant from the lights. I couldn’t see the smelly spring, tucked away in some far corner, but I could hear it dribble and gush.
Kyle sat in the brightest spot of light. He had his long arms wrapped around his legs. His face was set in a stiff mask. He didn’t look up when Ian helped me limp in.
On either side of him were Jared and Doc, on their feet, both with their arms hanging loose and ready at their sides. As though they were… guards.
Jeb stood beside Jared, his gun slung over one shoulder. He appeared relaxed, but I knew how quickly that could change. Jamie held his free hand… no, Jeb had his hand around Jamie’s wrist, and Jamie didn’t seem happy about it. When he saw me come in, though, he smiled and waved. He took a deep breath and looked pointedly at Jeb. Jeb dropped Jamie’s wrist.
Sharon stood beside Doc, with Aunt Maggie at her other side.
Ian pulled me toward the edge of the darkness surrounding the tableau. We weren’t alone there. I could see the shapes of many others, but not their faces.
It was strange; through the caves, Ian had supported most of my weight with ease. Now, though, he seemed to have tired. His arm around my waist was slack. I lurched and hopped forward as best I could until he picked the spot he wanted. He settled me to the floor, and then sat beside me.
“Ouch,” I heard someone whisper.
I turned and could just make out Trudy. She scooted closer to us, Geoffrey and then Heath copying her.
“You look rotten,” she told me. “How bad are you hurt?”
I shrugged. “I’m fine.” I started to wonder if Ian had let me struggle just to make a show of my injuries—to make me testify against Kyle without words. I frowned at his innocent expression.
Wes and Lily arrived then and came to sit with my little group of allies. Brandt entered a few seconds later, and then Heidi, and then Andy and Paige. Aaron was last.
“That’s everybody,” he said. “Lucina’s staying with her kids. She doesn’t want them here—she said to go on without her.”
Aaron sat beside Andy, and there was a short moment of silence.
“Okay, then,” Jeb said in a loud voice meant to be heard by all. “Here’s how it’s gonna work. Straight-up majority vote. As usual, I’ll make my own decision if I have a problem with the majority, ’cause this —”
“Is my house,” several voices interjected in chorus. Someone chuckled but stopped quickly. This wasn’t funny. A human was on trial for trying to kill an alien. This had to be a horrible day for all of them.