Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’ll get ready to leave,” I replied, trying to muster enough strength to look him in the eye.
“Leave to go where?”
“Back home.”
“Bethany, you’re not going home. None of us are,” he said. “You haven’t let me finish.
There is great disappointment at your actions, but the Covenant’s suggestion to terminate your mission has been overruled.”
My head flew up. “By who?”
“A higher power.”
I snatched wildly at this shred of hope. “You mean we’re staying? They’re not going to take me away?”
“It appears that too much has been invested in this mission to allow it to be thrown away because of a minor setback. Therefore, the answer is yes, we are staying.”
“What about Xavier?” I asked. “Am I allowed to see him?”
Gabriel looked annoyed, as though the decision that had been reached on that subject was irrelevant in the extreme. “You are permitted to continue seeing the boy while we are here. As he already knows our identity, there is more harm than good in preventing you from seeing him.”
“Oh, thank you!” I began, but Gabriel interrupted me.
“As the decision was not mine, I deserve no thanks.”
We all fell into a painful silence that lasted several long minutes until I ventured to break it.
“Please don’t be angry with me, Gabriel. Actually you have every right to be angry, but at least understand that I didn’t do it intentionally.”
“I have no interest in hearing what you have to say, Bethany. You have your boyfriend, now be satisfied.” He turned his back on me. A moment later I felt Ivy’s hands comfortingly on my shoulders.
“I need to go to the supermarket,” she said, in an attempt to return to normality. “I could use a hand.”
I looked at Gabriel for approval.
“Go and help Ivy,” he said more agreeably, an idea taking root in his head. “There will be four of us at dinner tonight.”
Family Ties
Gabriel’s pronouncement that Xavier was to have the honor of being our first dinner guest made me suspicious. I couldn’t help but question the motive behind the invitation. So far the only feelings Gabriel had expressed toward Xavier had wavered between disdain and indifference.
“Why are you inviting him over?” I asked.
“Why shouldn’t he come?” Gabriel replied. “He knows about us now, so I don’t see the harm in it. Besides, there are some ground rules we need to cover.”
“Such as?”
“Such as the importance of confidentiality for a start.”
“You don’t know Xavier, he’s as likely to blab as I am,” I said and realized the irony as soon as the words were out.
“Well, that really doesn’t inspire confidence, does it?” Gabriel remarked.
“Don’t worry, Bethany, we just want to get to know him,” said Ivy, giving my arm a maternal pat. She looked pointedly at Gabe. “We want him to feel comfortable. If we’re going to trust him, he has to be able to trust us.”
“What if he’s busy tonight?” I parried.
“We won’t know if you don’t ask him,” Gabriel replied.
“I don’t even have his number anymore.”
Gabriel went to a closet in the hall and returned with a hefty phone directory, which he dropped unceremoniously onto the table.
“I’m sure it’s listed,” he said darkly.
It was evident that Gabriel wasn’t going to be talked out of this idea, so I didn’t argue further and trudged off to call Xavier. The only protest I made was making sure to stomp up the stairs as loudly as possible. I’d never called Xavier’s house and an unfamiliar voice answered.
“Hello, Claire speaking.”
The voice was confident and impeccably polite. I had been secretly hoping that no one would pick up. If there was one thing that I felt might drive Xavier away, it was a night with my bizarre family. I considered hanging up the phone and telling Gabriel I couldn’t get through, but
I knew there was little point—he’d know I was lying and make me call back. Or worse, he might insist on making the call himself.
“Hello, it’s Bethany Church calling,” I said in a voice so meek I barely recognized it as my own. “May I please speak to Xavier?”
“Sure,” the girl replied. “I’ll just get him for you.” I heard the clang of the receiver being put down, then her voice calling through the house. “Xavier! Phone!” I picked up a rustling noise and then the sound of children squabbling. Finally I heard footsteps, and Xavier’s dreamy voice echoed through the receiver.
“Hello, Xavier speaking.”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Hello, me.” His voice lifted a notch. “Is everything all right?”
“Well, that depends on how you look at it,” I replied.
“Beth, what’s happened?” His voice was suddenly serious.
“My family knows that you know. I didn’t have to tell them.”
“Jeez, that was quick. How’d they take it?”
“Not well,” I admitted. “But then Gabriel met with the Covenant and . . .”
“I’m sorry . . . the what?”