The Healer: A Young Adult Romantic Fantasy (The Healer Series Book 1) (30 page)

“Let’s take a break, get a good night’s sleep, and talk about this in the morning,” I said. “Ms. Mori, do you have room for all of us?” She couldn’t have looked more delighted.

“Of course I do, dear. You’ll be safe here with Victor and Tie watching over you. Tomorrow we can straighten everything out. Okay?” She directed her question to my father.

I was expecting another argument from him. Instead, he gave Ms.

Mori a tired nod, and followed her out of the study. He’d agreed to this new arrangement far too quickly. I wondered what he had up his sleeve. What was he was planning?

Chapter Sixteen

One thing my father insisted on was a tour of the house. I assumed he wanted to locate any and all available exits for future reference. The absence of Ms. Mori and my father left behind an uncomfortable silence. I had no idea what to say to Victor and was doing my best to avoid eye contact as much as possible. Tie didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness of the situation, or if he did, he most likely couldn’t have cared less.

“This is great,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to attend a slumber party.” He waltzed over to me and threw a casual arm around my shoulder, causing it to tingle all over. “So, do we have a tickle fight first or are we kicking the night off with some mani-pedis?”

“As if,” Angie responded. “We’re more into chocolate and chick flicks.”

“Tie, can I speak to you in private?” Victor growled.

He stood a few feet in front of us, looking displeased with the physical contact between Tie and myself.

I wanted to tell him to back off. I wasn’t his property. I wasn’t his wife.

Tie gave Victor a dark look and released me, following the kami warrior out of Ms. Mori’s study.

“Why is your dad agreeing to this?” Angie asked before I could say anything.

I looked over at the entrance to the study, making sure no one would hear us.

“I don’t think my dad really intends for us to stay here tonight, but we need to be able to communicate with him without the other kami listening in.”

“You don’t think they’ll force us to stay do you?

“I’m almost positive they will. To be honest, I’m surprised Ms. Mori was sitting there trying to reason with my father. With all the superhuman strength Victor and Tie have they could easily overpower all of us and force us to go wherever they want.” I noticed Angie’s nervous glance past me. I turned, but didn’t see anyone there. When I looked back she was pulling a can of mace from her resilient, pink purse. I shook my head, knowing it was going to take much more than a can of mace to overpower three gods. “I think the initial argument was just a formality. Ms. Mori is trying to see what she’s up against, and she’s up against an extremely pissed off father. ”

“Not to mention an extremely pissed off best friend. She’d best not mess with me, Hope. I’ve got serious rage issues.”

I smirked at that. Angie could inflict some damage if she wanted to, but we were dealing with a situation we didn’t perfectly comprehend. There was no telling what would happen if getting out of here involved a face-to-face confrontation with Ms. Mori, Victor and—

“What about Tie?” she asked.

I thought about the way Tie and my father had silently communicated with each other throughout the evening.

“I’ve got a funny feeling he might be on our side. My parents were hiding me for a reason, and I’m beginning to think they had some help.” I could hear someone walking down the hallway toward us.

“We’ll talk about it later,” I whispered. Angie nodded.

Ms. Mori entered the room.

“Girls, your room is ready. I assumed you’d want to share?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you,” I mumbled.

All three of us stood in awkward silence.

Hello! I’d just found out she was my mother. Was I supposed to ask her how she’d been doing over the past one thousand years?

“We’ll just hop right into bed then,” Angie said, grabbing my arm and hurrying me past Ms. Mori and down the hallway.

That woman made me nervous.

* * *

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. It’s not safe.”

I turned around reluctantly and watched Victor’s tall, sturdy frame take on a surreal appearance as wisps of foggy moonlight clung to his nicely shaped body.

After getting settled into our respective bedrooms, I’d made a break for the car hoping to get a minute to myself. Being told you’d lived once before, and that your powers for healing were supposed to be used for an entirely different purpose than the one you’d believed in for most of your life, merited some alone time.

In the midst of all this drama were my feelings of unease regarding Kirby. I was extremely worried about him and wondered if his body had continued healing after I’d left, or rather, collapsed in the elevator. Knowing my life was in danger and that I’d come close to dying tonight, made me want to sneak back to the hospital the minute an opportunity presented itself. I wanted to heal Kirby completely before another nekomata launched an attack.

I mean, who was going to take care of Kirby if I died?

“I don’t think another nekomata is going to find me anytime soon,” I answered.

“Can I at least talk to you for a minute?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be alone with Victor. There was a full moon out tonight, and the soft breeze blowing through the trees made a peaceful rustling noise that seemed to intertwine harmonically with the sounds of the ocean in the distance. Far too romantic a setting for my taste

“What’s up?” I asked as Victor slipped in front of me.

The way he walked usually reminded me of a sleek, black panther, but at the moment he shifted uncomfortably from side to side.

“I just thought that we could, you know, talk about…about us,” he said.

“About us?”

I didn’t mean to sound so brain-dead, but I was still trying to process the last twenty-four hours. My clueless expression gave him pause.

“You know what, forget it. We can talk about it another time.” He took a step back.

I automatically reached for his hand to stop him. His fingers folded around mine, gripping them like they were a lifeline. He stared at our entwined hands with a bit of reverence and awe.

I didn’t know what to say or do, but holding his hand didn’t feel bad either so I decided to wait instead.

“Look, I know you weren’t expecting any of this. Finding out you were meant to heal the veil is a lot to take in, and being told you’ve been engaged to me your entire existence probably didn’t help either.”

Victor waited for me to say something, but I wasn’t sure he’d want to hear the truth. So I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “You kissed me tonight.”

His serious expression lightened a bit.

Could I have been more spastic?

“Yeah, I probably should’ve asked you first, huh?”

Now that I knew Victor was a god, a warrior god no less, I had a hard time picturing him asking for anything. He was here to give orders, and basically ruin my life. I was actually feeling pretty darn angry.

Why in the world was I even talking to him? I’d just been told that my life was no longer my own. It belonged to him. I guess my first life had never been my own either, but at least in that era I’d been raised to believe the garbage I’d been fed not thirty minutes earlier. Not to mention an ample amount of time to prepare for it.

In my current life, my parents taught me you were what your choices made you, and I’d felt confident knowing I was the main player in charge of my own fate, my own destiny. Ms. Mori’s little bombshell had reduced me from player to pawn, and that’s exactly how I was feeling right now, a tiny little chess piece waiting to be moved by someone other than myself.

“I think you’re probably used to doing whatever you want,” I said pulling my hand out of his. “You and Tie have certainly been doing exactly that since you showed up at my school this morning.”

Victor’s expression became guarded

“You’re different, you know. You weren’t quite so…outspoken in your other life,” he said.

“Yeah well, women’s lib and all that. Phrases like ‘If I only had a brain’ are now things of the past…for most of us anyway.” I thought about a few unfortunate girls in my math class.

“I’m sorry for all this cloak and dagger business. I should’ve taken Tie’s word for it and believed it was really you. If I’d been upfront with you from the beginning you never would’ve been attacked tonight.” He held his hand out toward me as a kind of peace offering.

It suddenly occurred to me that Tie had been my watcher, looking out for me all of this time and never approaching until the day after that first attack. I didn’t know whether to be angry or pleased. A head’s up certainly would have been helpful.

“A handshake? Gee, that’s sure to make everything better.”

He pulled his hand back and stuck it in his pocket, looking a little miserable in the process. I felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. I was aware my anger was misplaced. Victor had never been anything but nice to me.

He’d saved my life at least twice tonight, but I was insecure, confused, worried and missing my sweet little Kirby. The only person standing in front of me was a warrior god with rippling pectorals and thunderous looking arms, the kind of arms I could have easily fallen into and found comfort in, which made me feel even more insecure and confused.

Verbally abusing him was clearly my only option.

“Tie knew who I was?” I asked.

“I don’t know how he figured it out, but he did. He told Ms. Mori about it several months ago, and that’s when she stepped in as a new teacher at your school.”

I was confused by this bit of information since I was almost positive Tie had somehow helped my mother and father escape Kagami seventeen years earlier. Why would he alert everyone to my whereabouts now if he’d been willing to help my parents so long ago?

“So that little charade in the school cafeteria was for your benefit? He was trying to prove to you that I was your prophesied princess?”

“Yeah. I was afraid to get my hopes up. We’ve been looking for you for seventeen years, and he’s played some cruel jokes on me in the past. I didn’t want to believe anything until Ms. Mori gave me the okay.” He moved in closer and leaned against my father’s car. “Look, about that kiss…I was almost positive it was you, but when you healed Tie like that…I don’t know…it just became so real for me. The waiting, the worrying, the…missing you.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve reviewed the events leading up to your death in my mind for a thousand years, lived with the guilt of it, and had a million conversations with you in my head.”

His eyes glinted in the moonlight. He reached his hand out, this time hesitantly, and held it open palm up. I knew placing my hand in his would form some kind of truce or possibly fulfill some kind of promise, and I couldn’t promise him anything. I couldn’t agree to any of this with so little information and hardly any memories of my former life. I couldn’t love a man I didn’t know.

“I messed it all up, Hope, but I’ve been waiting for centuries to make it up to you.” He lifted his proffered hand and gently caressed the side of my face. “I won’t let you down this time.”

I had no idea what Victor could have possibly felt guilty for, and I had about a million questions that needed answering, but I honestly couldn’t form a single sentence. Not with him staring at me like that, like his whole world revolved around these moments when he could look at me and talk to me.

And touch me.

I stepped away from him, knowing if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to form another coherent thought for the rest of the evening. He seemed terribly disappointed, but allowed me to slip from his grasp anyway. I didn’t know how long he’d continue to do that. He’d waited a very long time for someone who meant everything to him.

“I know you loved this girl, this princess….”

“Mikomi,” he offered.

“…Mikomi.” It felt strange saying a name that used to be mine. “I’m sure whatever it was that happened to her…to me…to that Japanese princess wasn’t your fault, but you have to look at this from my perspective.” I stared at him with an open and honest expression. “I don’t know you. I don’t remember any of this. I’m not some submissive Japanese princess who’s been raised to accept a marriage arranged by the gods, which, by the way, sounds so stupid when I say it out loud like that.”

“I think a marriage arranged by the gods sounds fairly poetic.”

He offered me a sad smile. I looked down at the ground and focused on my feet. I’ve heard about wearing your heart on your sleeve before, but Victor’s heart was in his eyes, and the pain my words were causing him was present there as well. I felt like I was whipping an adorable English Mastiff.

“You may remember me or at least the person I used to be, but you’re going to have to accept the fact that I’m not that person any longer. I’m not the woman you’re in love with, but someone very different.”

“You’re only different on the outside.” He closed the short distance between us and lifted my chin. “You’re a little taller this time around, and your eyes are blue instead of brown. Your hair is no longer below your waist and your clothing includes denim skirts and gold stilettos.”