I was exhausted. It felt as if it had been a very long day, and, from Jeb’s words, perhaps that wasn’t in my imagination.
“Okay, Uncle Jeb.” Jamie jumped lightly to his feet and then offered his hand to the old man.
“Thanks, kid.” Jeb groaned as he got up. “And thanks to you, too,” he added in my direction. “Most interesting conversation I’ve had in… well, probably forever. Rest your voice up, Wanda, because my curiosity is a powerful thing. Ah, there he is! ’Bout time.”
Only then did I hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Automatically, I shrank against the wall and scooted farther back into the cave-room, and then felt more exposed because the moonlight was brighter inside.
I was surprised that this was the first person to turn in for the night; the corridor appeared to house many.
“Sorry, Jeb. I got to talking with Sharon, and then I sort of dozed off.”
It was impossible not to recognize this easy, gentle voice. My stomach rolled, unstable, and I wished it were empty.
“We didn’t even notice, Doc,” Jeb said. “We were having the time of our lives here. Someday you’ll have to get her to tell you some of her stories—great stuff. Not tonight, though. She’s got to be pretty worn out, I’d bet. We’ll see you in the morning.”
The doctor was spreading a mat out in front of the cave entrance, just as Jared had.
“Keep an eye on this,” Jeb said, laying the gun beside the mat.
“Are you okay, Wanda?” Jamie asked. “You’re shaking.”
I hadn’t realized it, but my whole body was quivering. I didn’t answer him—my throat felt swollen shut.
“Now, now,” Jeb said in a soothing voice. “I asked Doc if he minded taking a shift. You don’t need to worry about anything. Doc’s an honorable man.”
The doctor smiled a sleepy smile. “I’m not going to hurt you… Wanda, is it? I promise. I’ll just keep watch while you sleep.”
I bit my lip, and the quivering didn’t stop.
Jeb seemed to think everything was settled, though. “Night, Wanda. Night, Doc,” he said as he started back down the hall.
Jamie hesitated, looking at me with a worried expression. “Doc’s okay,” he promised in a whisper.
“C’mon, boy, it’s late!”
Jamie hurried off after Jeb.
I watched the doctor when they were gone, waiting for some change. Doc’s relaxed expression didn’t waver, though, and he didn’t touch the gun. He stretched his long frame out on the mat, his calves and feet hanging off the end. Lying down, he looked much smaller, he was so rail thin.
“Good night,” he murmured drowsily.
Of course I didn’t answer. I watched him in the dull moonlight, timing the rise and fall of his chest by the sound of the pulse thudding in my ears. His breathing slowed and got deeper, and then he began to quietly snore.
It could have been an act, but even if it was, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Silently, I crept deeper into the room, till I felt the edge of the mattress against my back. I’d promised myself that I would not disturb this place, but it probably wouldn’t hurt anything if I just curled up on the foot of the bed. The floor was rough and so hard.
The sound of the doctor’s soft snoring was comforting; even if it was put on to calm me, at least I knew exactly where he was in the darkness.
Live or die, I figured I might as well go ahead and sleep. I was dog tired, as Melanie would say. I let my eyes close. The mattress was softer than anything I’d touched since coming here. I relaxed, sinking in…
There was a low shuffling sound—it was inside the room with me. My eyes popped open, and I could see a shadow between the moonlit ceiling and me. Outside, the doctor’s snores continued uninterrupted.
CHAPTER 23
Confessed
The shadow was huge and misshapen. It loomed over me, top-heavy, swinging closer to my face.
I think I meant to scream, but the sound got trapped in my throat, and all that came out was a breathless squeak.
“Shh, it’s just me,” Jamie whispered. Something bulky and roundish rolled from his shoulders and plopped softly to the floor. When it was gone I could see his true, lithe shadow against the moonlight.
I caught a few gasps of air, my hand clutching at my throat.
“Sorry,” he whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. “I guess that was pretty stupid. I was trying not to wake Doc—I didn’t even think how I would scare you. You okay?” He patted my ankle, which was the part of me closest to him.
“Sure,” I huffed, still breathless.
“Sorry,” he muttered again.
“What are you doing here, Jamie? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“That’s why I’m here. Uncle Jeb was snoring like you wouldn’t believe. I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
His answer didn’t make sense to me. “Don’t you usually sleep with Jeb?”
Jamie yawned and bent to untie the bulky bedroll he’d dropped to the floor. “No, I usually sleep with Jared. He doesn’t snore. But you know that.”
I did.
“Why don’t you sleep in Jared’s room, then? Are you afraid to sleep alone?” I wouldn’t have blamed him for that. It seemed like I was constantly terrified here.
“Afraid,” he grumbled, offended. “No. This is Jared’s room. And mine.”
“What?” I gasped. “Jeb put me in Jared’s room?”
I couldn’t believe it. Jared would kill me. No, he would kill Jeb first, and then he would kill me.