The Mayfair Moon (11 page)

I could feel Isaac’s secret glance pass over me without actually having to see it. The butterflies in my stomach suddenly turned into a swarm of bees. I struggled to keep from looking up at him.

“Where’s he going?” said Zia, standing from the bed.

Isaac shrugged. “No idea. He just asked me to tell you.” He turned to me then, looking straight at me, which shocked me a little inside. “Did she tell you to stay away from the Vargas Family?”

I nodded.

“And do you believe her enough to listen?”

I nodded again.

“And did she explain to you that if your sister shows back at home that you should call us before you do anything else? And that you and the rest of your family shouldn’t do anything to anger her?”

“Ummm...no, Uhhh....” I looked to Zia for answers.

“I didn’t get that far,” said Zia, “but thanks for covering that part for me.” Her smile was cheery and sarcastically thankful.

I stood with Zia and crossed my arms tight against my body.

“Why don’t you two tell me what’s
really
going on with my sister,” I said. “I don’t like these weird hesitations and the covert little glances between you.” I meant for it to sound as harsh as it did, I just hoped they wouldn’t be too insulted by it.

“Look, I’m sorry,” I went on, walking to the window, “but you can’t expect me to just ignore that my sister has run off to live with some...
cult
who, according to Zia, could
kill
me if I tried to get her to come home. And then to listen to you guys who—no offense—I hardly know and who seem to be hiding things from me.” I paused. “Look at it from my perspective, okay?” I put my back to them and gazed out the window. The trees looked cold. Naked, frightening branches stood stiffly all around the house.

“You told her they would
kill
her?” Isaac said disappointedly.

I swung around. “Hey, don’t slam her for that,” I snapped. “I think that’s pretty important information, thank-you-very-much.”

Isaac smiled faintly, which caught me off guard for about two seconds.

“You’re right,” he said, “I just think you should be careful, stay away from all of them and keep your family away from them, too.”

“But
why
?” I shouted. I threw my hands up in front of me. “None of this makes any sense! If you could just give me something to go on, maybe I could be a little more cooperative.”

“Their dad’s...a criminal,” said Zia, “a convicted felon who was also suspected of being involved in the murders of three people. They threw it out of court because there wasn’t enough evidence. And...his kids, they’re just as bad as he is.”

Something about her story, I didn’t believe deep in the back of my mind, but I ignored that doubt for now. It was obvious it was a far as I was going to get.

“Alright, more reason to go against everything you asked me to do and get Alex away from them right now.”

I went toward the door, pushing my way past Isaac who was standing in front of it still.

Isaac took hold of my arm and stopped me just as I stepped out into the hall.

“Adria,” he said.

I stared directly into his harsh, pleading eyes, but he knew I wasn’t going to listen to him. Not this time.

Isaac sighed heavily and let go of my arm. “Alright,” he said, “then at least let us be with you when you confront her, and wait until tomorrow night where you can see her at The Cove, that way there will be others around.”

I looked at each of them, back and forth. “The Cove?”

“It’s a hang-out near the Kennebec River,” said Zia. “Alex has been going up there with Ashe a lot, but others go there too, so we won’t be alone with them.”

“If we take you,” Isaac began, “just know that your sister won’t be the sister you knew. Don’t expect her to...treat you very nicely.”

I shrugged. “Well, she wasn’t the sister I knew before she left, so that’s no surprise.”

I added then, “William and Ashe will be there?” I only wanted to have heard them wrong the first time. I never really wanted to see either of them again.

“Yep,” Zia answered, “You can say Ashe is your sister’s very territorial boyfriend.”

It was funny how referring to him as Alex’s boyfriend triggered an immediate retaliative rage in me, but everything else Isaac and Zia told me didn’t come close to having the same effect.

“Well, the guy doesn’t know the meaning of territorial yet,” I threatened.

The room went silent as I thought about it a second longer. “Okay. Deal.”

One more failed covert look passed between them before a prompt change of subject.

“What do you want me to tell my father?” Isaac said to Zia.

Zia looked over at me and then at Isaac, suspiciously. I somehow got the distinct impression that the gears in her head were working overtime, probably coming up with ideas they shouldn’t.

“I can go sit with Aramei now,” she said, “if you’ll keep Adria company.”

Isaac looked slightly panicked. Me? Well, of course I was perfectly at ease, if you call a fly in a spider’s web, at ease.

“Zia, not a good idea right now,” said Isaac.

I didn’t think it was either (really I did), but he didn’t have to say it aloud like that. I wondered how many more times in one night this guy could offend me.

“Of course it is,” Zia insisted harmoniously. “Besides, maybe if Rachel sees you hanging around some other girl, she’ll get the hint.”

“Xavier took care of her for me,” said Isaac.

“Oh?” said Zia with an inquisitive raised brow.

Isaac smirked and that was the end of that conversation.

Unfortunately.

“I’ll be back in a few,” Zia said to me.

“Well, I really can’t stay too long,” I said. “Maybe another hour or so, but I’ll need a ride back home soon.”

“It’s cool,” Zia said. “I’m just going to help put Aramei to sleep. It won’t take long.”

Obviously, Aramei was a child. I thought to myself how Trajan must be a busy man in the sack.

And then Zia left us alone in her room together, and while I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, twiddling my thumbs in my head, I wondered how I went from being turned off by Isaac, back to the irritating infatuation. Could my willpower really be
that
powerless?

“Come on,” Isaac said with the gesture of his hand. “I’ll take you to meet everybody.”

Quietly, I debated which would be worse: going downstairs to be stared at like something filthy and threatening, or stay up in Zia’s room alone with Isaac and surrounded by awkwardness.

“Ummm, sure.”

To my relief, there weren’t as many people downstairs as before and the crazy-looking one, Rachel, was gone. But the looks I got were all the same, except for the curly-haired slender girl sitting on the end of the couch. Her smile made me a little more comfortable. “Don’t go into the back room,” she said grinning up at Isaac. “Xavier’s in there with Rachel.” She had a heavy English accent.

She stood and extended her hand to me then. “Daisy Mayfair,” she introduced herself so cordially.

“Adria Dawson.” I happily shook her hand, trying to erase the random sexual images implanted in my head by her comment about Rachel and Isaac’s brother.

Isaac turned my attention to others sitting on the couch. “That’s Jason and next to him is my other brother, Seth and Seth’s...girlfriend, Naomi.”

“You already know Damien and Dwarf.”

I smiled in response.

“And here comes Nathan,” Isaac added looking toward the foyer.

Nathan was tall, with short, dark hair and dark eyes to match. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t at all place where I’d seen him before.

“I’d be next in line to inherit the throne if he wasn’t in the way,” Isaac joked about Nathan.

Nathan balled his huge fists and jokingly punched at the air toward Isaac’s face.

“Don’t be so harsh, little brother,” Nathan said, tossing his arm around Isaac’s shoulder. “You know the second oldest is where all the action’s at. Not too high up on the scale to be intimidating to everyone, and not too low on it to be dismissed.”

He added looking right at me, “Adria, right?” He smiled wide. “I’ve seen you at Finch’s Grocery a couple of times. I work in the back. I’m the stocker.”

“Oh yeah!” I said, but the reply was really for me. That was where I had seen him before. “Yeah, my aunt practically runs the place now with Mrs. Finch being sick and all.”

Nathan moved from Isaac and tossed his arm around the back of my neck. “Be careful,” he whispered, leaning into my ear. “My brother has this problem, you see.”

“Nate,” said Isaac, glaring, but then he looked at me instead. “Don’t listen to him. Really.”

Nathan pulled me closer. I could feel the humor in his pose, the huge, mischievous smile plastered all over his face.

“No, seriously,” Nathan went on, “Isaac is what your folks might call a Ladies’ Man.”

I saw Isaac’s expression out of the corner of my eye; it shrank into something less solid and more humiliated. I laughed. Inside, of course.

“He even has his own cologne,” said Nathan. “It’s called...Dark Allure or some cheesy thing like that.” He swirled his hand that hung over my shoulder, melodiously at the wrist.

“Nathan is a complete liar,” Isaac said shaking his head. “Besides, I don’t wear cologne.” His leering eyes left mine and fell upon Nathan for a telepathic moment. “You haven’t tortured Xavier in a while. Why don’t you go see what
he’s
up to?”

“Yeah, Nate,” Daisy said from the side; a crooked smile lay faint in her lips. “You should find Xavier. I think he’s in the back room with the lot.”

She and Isaac shared a knowing look.

All of the sibling banter eased my nervous mood, but it also made me think of Alex.

Nathan seemed suspicious. After all, neither Isaac nor Daisy exactly hid the fact that there was some plotting going on between them. I felt his arm slip from around my neck.

“Alright, alright,” said Nathan, giving in to Isaac though not falling for his obvious tricks. “Tell the big boss, Beverlee, I said hi.”

“I will,” I said as he walked past Isaac and slugged him playfully in the stomach.

Isaac waited until Nathan was out of sight.

“Sorry about him,” he said. “He doesn’t get out much.”

I couldn’t be sure, but I sensed that maybe Isaac really was embarrassed by what his brother said to me. But why would he care?

No...That’s a stupid thought....

I shook off the stupidity fast enough to remove that sudden hopeful look on my face. It seemed that killing the strange infatuation was going to be harder than I thought.

I doubt I was hanging out with Isaac and Daisy for more than thirty minutes when Zia joined us. But when she came back she seemed stressed and said to Isaac something about needing Trajan home ASAP and that Aramei was sick. It must have been pretty bad. I was politely rushed out and driven home by Isaac, Damien and Dwarf.

“Tomorrow around eight,” Isaac said. “We’ll pick you up if that’s a good time for you.”

We were sitting at the farthest end of my dirt and gravel driveway. The hot amber of a cigarette glowed brightly and then faded from the front porch. No one smoked in our house, but I was certain it was a cigarette.

“Eight o’clock is good,” I said and then opened the door and stepped down from the Jeep. “Thanks for the ride...again.”

“Not a problem.” His lips never smiled, but I could see the smile in his eyes as if we were sharing some secret moment that could only be relayed through them.

I didn’t know what was happening to me. I mean aside from his jerk-like tendencies, strange family life and plethora of girls, which I did realize Zia had been right about his disinterest in them; I was completely into him. Everything about him. How he was gorgeous underneath such a rough exterior and how he didn’t care about popularity and fifteen-dollar socks. He could do whatever he wanted, wear whatever he wanted and still be the secret crush of just about every girl in school.

Isaac Mayfair. Yes,
he
was my type. Screw killing the infatuation. I was completely over that.

I heard the Jeep pull away, but my focus was on the smoker. As I approached, the glow of the cigarette disappeared, but I could smell the smoke lingering in the air.

It was Aunt Beverlee.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I said, standing at the end of the steps.

I could see her waving furiously in the dark at the puffs around her head. “I don’t,” she said, “well, I used to. I’ve been smoke-free for five years, but every once in a while....”

I knew the story without her having to finish. My mom had lived by the same story for six months; smoking only when totally stressed out, until she picked the habit up again full-time.

“Well, it’s disgusting,” I said. “Don’t let me see it again.”

Beverlee laughed. “You’re right, I know.”

“Alex came by,” she said then. Nothing about her tone suggested that my sister’s visit was a good one, but I was surprised and hopeful. I went up the steps quickly and sat in the empty chair next to Beverlee.

“What happened?” I said. “What did she say? Why did she leave? Is she coming back?” I always tended to ask a ton of questions when I was stressed out.

Beverlee hardly looked at me; instead she stared out in front of her.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You don’t know if she’ll be coming home?”

“Or why she left,” Beverlee added.

I wished she would just tell me what happened and get it over with, but I knew I had to be patient. Clearly, she was still working the meeting out in her mind, and maybe even, whether she wanted to tell me anything, or not. Finally, she turned to face me. A shadow covered most of her face, but I could tell her expression was downcast with worry. My eyes strayed for a second to notice a stinking ashtray on the little round table between us, which had at least two cigarette butts in it.

“At first,” she began, “she seemed interested in us and in you, asking questions about how you were doing. At one point she even seemed concerned for
my
feelings.” Beverlee shook her head then, confirming Alex’s concern might have only been Beverlee’s hopeful fantasy. “But then she snapped at me. I mean, all I did was comment about her boyfriend.”