“Thank you,” she said to him.
He pressed the power button on the TV remote, leaving them in total darkness.
“That’s alright,” he told her. “Thank you.”
“Listening to me and understanding.”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter. Night, Beth.”
“Goodnight, Zeke.” Then she closed her eyes again.
When she opened them, it was still dark but she could hear Zeke whimpering lightly on the other side of Caelan and thought about waking him but knew that he needed his sleep, even if it was plagued by nightmares.
Wondering why she woke, she turned on the little lamp beside her. Looking around the room, she thought of her conversation with Zeke in the early hours of the morning. She believed him, definitely, there was no mistake about that; it was just too complicated to make up, and what would he gain from keeping a lie all to himself?
She couldn’t believe that Jordan didn’t know; she remembered thinking that the two of them looked nothing alike, but she’d had no idea that t would be because they weren’t properly related. But why was Zeke the ‘best weapon’? What could he do that made him so special? Was it just because of his parentage, or was there something more to it? The questions were endless.
Sighing gently, she looked over at Zeke, as if he held the key to all her questions. Which he did, really.
He was curled into a ball on his side, his hands pulling his head down into the ball, making him as small as possible. His hair was messy and his muscles were tense, twitching as he whimpered.
“The poor boy,” said a soft voice.
Beth gasped, her head snapping around to find the source of the voice. A woman was standing at the end of the bed, her hands clasped in front of her. She wore a white chiffon dress that seemed to float just above her pale skin. Her blonde hair was so straight, but fell only to her chin.
“Who are you?” Beth demanded quietly, knowing the others were still asleep.
The woman didn’t reply. She walked over to Zeke’s side of the bed. Well, it looked more like she was hovering. She stroked his hair gently.
“I wish there was something I could do to help him,” the woman murmured.
“What do you mean? Who are you?” Beth asked again.
“Who I am doesn’t matter, except that I am a friend. I came to thank you.”
“Supporting my boy through this time. They day will come when he decides his fate, and he will need you there with him.”
‘My boy’? Was this Zeke’s mother? She certainly looked nothing like him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Next Friday is his twenty-ninth birthday. But it won’t be a time of celebration. He will have to make a choice that will affect everyone around him. You’re the one that we chose to help him. You three becoming close was no accident. You... You are their angel, their guardian angel.”
“I don’t understand,” Beth admitted.