Seconds later, she could hear hoof beats close behind her. Mina looked up when Brody rode up next to her. She decided to speak first.
“So it’s pretty obvious that you are not sick or injured,” Mina accused.
“No, I’m fine,” he answered, slowing the horse and sliding off to walk next to Mina. His eyes were hollow and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“So, why didn’t you go to school?” she asked.
“Because I couldn’t face you,” he said simply. He hung his head in shame, and Mina wanted to reach out and touch the soft blonde hair. She held herself in check. “You blame me for what happened. She’s your best friend, and I killed her.”
Tears started to burn at the corner of Mina’s eyes, but her anger and jealousy of Brody and Nan in a car together held them back. “What were you two doing that night?” Mina accused angrily.
Brody paused, caught off guard by her angry tone. He looked guilty, and he turned to look at his horse. “Peter’s band had to leave shortly after the rain started and everyone went inside. They had a gig in the next state, so they had to be at the airport in a few hours. There was some sort of tiff between them and he left without saying goodbye to her.”
“That’s hard to believe? They looked pretty happy together most of the night; I can’t imagine what it could possibly have been about,” Mina grumbled, crossing her arms in a defensive stance.
“It was over you.” Brody shrugged his shoulders.
“What?” Mina felt a knot form in her stomach. A hard ball of jealousy that was quickly unraveling.
“I don’t know all the details; something about wanting to find you but his needing to leave. So, anyway, they didn’t say goodbye, and he was going to be gone for a month. She begged me to drive her to the airport so she could say goodbye.” He looked at Mina and quickly looked away.
“But why you? Why didn’t she drive herself or get someone else to take her?” Mina accused, her face betraying her jealousy.
“Because I was one of the last cars in and the easiest to get out. She didn’t want her mom to know. She thought we could catch them in time and get back before anyone found out. It was stupid, I know. And now you must hate me for killing her.” He cleared his throat and refused to look at her. It was obvious he wasn’t handling this very well.
“Um, earth to Brody. She’s in a coma, not dead.” Mina stopped and grabbed his arm and held on tightly.
He tried to shake her off. “I can’t, Mina! You weren’t there; you weren’t in the car. You didn’t see her, I did! She was dead.” He was so angry his horse started to get finicky.
She knew she needed to calm him down. She took a deep breath and spoke slowly, clearly, so he could hear her heartfelt plea. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. I was angry. But you have got to believe me when I say you have got to get over it. Nan’s not dead; she’s alive! You can’t beat yourself up over the past.”
He shrugged his shoulders angrily and looked off into the distance, purposefully avoiding answering Mina.
Mina spoke with conviction, and the words almost caught in her throat, but she forced them out. “I don’t blame you Brody for anything. It’s not your fault, Brody. If anyone’s to blame, it is me.”
Brody turned and looked at her sharply, surprise evident in his blue eyes, but behind that she saw the pain and the guilt. Mina felt herself go weak, and she reached out to touch his cheek. He leaned into her palm and breathed in the scent of her hand. Mina’s breath caught in her throat at the intimate feel of his skin and the way he pushed against her.
Slowly, he dropped his horse’s reins and moved closer to her; Mina anticipated the hug and leaned up as he wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck and hugged her. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the comfort of his arms, until she felt him shaking softly. He was crying. Mina was saddened, but only slightly. What she wanted more than ever was his love; what he needed right now was comfort. She found herself rubbing his back and telling him that she was going to fix everything. She promised.
When he pulled away, Mina wanted to pull him closer and kiss him. But she knew it wasn’t the time to confess her feelings.
She sighed loudly and finally decided to tell him why she came. “I need your help. I know this sounds stupid, but I think I know a way to wake up Nan from the coma. But first I need a ride someplace. Then I will tell you my somewhat brilliant plan, but it involves calling your very famous cousin and convincing him to make an unplanned tour stop.”
>Mina felt like screaming in anger. Her blood boiled, and she clenched her jaw.
“When, Jared? When is it planning on killing her?” she spoke without emotion.
She saw Jared swallow in nervousness. “Mina, don’t come. It’s a trap. Don’t do it.”
“I’m not asking again, Jared,” she demanded.
“Tomorrow night. Midnight. The reaping hour.”
Chapter 22
This was absolutely the worst possible idea ever in the history of history. She paced the front porch of the Carmichaels’ three story mansion while biting her thumb. She had already lied to security about why she was here. It was easy considering she had used the same excuse the first time she came to the Carmichaels to drop off a pamphlet of information from Happy Maids, the company her mom worked for. Well, since that got her in the first time, she didn’t see any reason for it not to get her in the second time. And it worked.
Now she was a pile of nerves and had no real reason for being here. Except that she really, really needed to talk to Brody. Nobody answered when she rang the doorbell, and she was beginning to think that they were purposely avoiding her. One of the gardeners who was tending the bushes waved at her to get her attention and pointed to the back of the house.