A couple of weeks past and Caelan had never felt more alone. When he’d returned from Zeke’s he’d found a note on his pillow:
Caelan, if you’re reading this it means I’ve left. Please know that I haven’t done this to hurt you, the opposite if anything. I’ve been getting more and more dangerous to everyone around me and I can’t risk hurting you. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I don’t expect you to be waiting for me – but that’s not to say that I don’t want you to be. I care about you, more than you could know. You mean the world to me and I have to keep you safe. I love you, Caelan. More than I’ve ever admitted to you. Take care. Zeke.
Every night he took it out from under his pillow and read it again, because this was the closest to Zeke he could get right now and he needed that.
It was early in the morning that he woke, from dreams of Zeke and his return.
He walked silently down the stairs of his family house, heading for the kitchen.
“Have you heard?” came his father’s voice from behind the study door.
“If by that you mean Zeke, yes I have.” That was Robert. Zeke’s name instantly drew Caelan’s attention to the door.
“I can’t believe it. I thought he had a little more respect for us than that.”
“He does; he simply feels that the Dimension is where he needs to be right now.”
“In the Dimension,” Onyx scoffed. “He’s with the Covenant, Robert.”
Zeke was with the Covenant? But... why?
“He is with them for a reason.”
“He’s just a boy though.”
“No he’s not. He’s so much more than that; you’ve seen him training. He’s so much more than a simple teenager. You wanted to initiate him into the Brotherhood; the Covenant is safer for him than with us.”
That was the last Caelan could take. He threw the door open.
“You wanted to initiate him?” he demanded of his father.
The two men turned to him, surprised.
“Caelan, what are you doing up?” Onyx asked, avoiding the question.
“You wanted to initiate him? He’s fourteen! No matter how good he is at fighting.”
“What have you got in your hand?” Onyx asked.
Caelan looked down; he still had Zeke’s note. He put his hand behind his back.
“What is it, Caelan?” he asked.
“Cae,” he said warningly.
Caelan flinched at the use of the nickname only Zeke used for him.
“Don’t call me that. It’s a note from Zeke.”
“From when?” Robert asked quickly, his eyes concerned.
“From when he left. I’ve not heard from him, and I’m not going to.”
“What does the note say?” Onyx asked.
“Nothing that concerns you.”
Onyx’s face screwed up into one of anger as he stormed past him out of the room.