The Host_ A Novel - Stephenie Meyer [231]
“I have to take the jeep back-can you wait? I’d like to watch this.”
“Sure, Jared,” Doc agreed.
“Won’t take me long,” Jared promised as he shoved himself back into the vent.
That I was sure of. It wouldn’t take enough time at all.
Doc and I did not speak until the sound of Jared’s scrambling exit had faded.
“You didn’t talk about… Melanie?” he asked softly.
I shook my head. “I think he sees where this is going. He must guess my plan.”
“But not all of it. He won’t allow -“
“He won’t get a say,” I interrupted severely. “All or nothing, Doc.”
Doc sighed. After a moment of silence, he stretched and glanced toward the main exit. “I’m going to go talk to Jeb, get things ready.”
He reached for a bottle on the table. The chloroform. I was sure the souls had something better to use. I would have to try to find it for Doc, before I was gone.
“Who knows about this?”
“Still just Jeb, Aaron, and Brandt. They all want to watch.”
This didn’t surprise me; Aaron and Brandt would be suspicious. “Don’t tell anyone else. Not tonight.”
Doc nodded, then he disappeared into the black corridor.
I went to sit against the wall, as far from the prepared cot as I could get. I’d have my turn on top of it all too soon.
Trying to think of something besides that grim fact, I realized that I hadn’t heard from Melanie since… When was the last time she’d spoken to me? When I’d made the deal with Doc? I was belatedly surprised that the sleeping arrangements by the jeep today had not elicited a reaction from her.
Mel?
No answer.
It wasn’t like before, so I didn’t panic. I could definitely feel her there in my head, but she was… ignoring me? What was she doing?
Mel? What’s going on?
No answer.
Are you mad at me? I’m sorry about before, by the jeep. I didn’t do anything, you know, so it’s not really fair -
She interrupted me, exasperated. Oh, stop. I’m not mad at you. Leave me alone.
Why won’t you talk to me?
No answer.
I pushed a little harder, hoping to pick up the direction of her thoughts. She tried to keep me out, to put the wall in place, but it was too weak from disuse. I saw her plan.
I tried to keep my mental tone even. Have you lost your mind?
In a manner of speaking, she teased halfheartedly.
You think that if you can make yourself disappear, that will stop me?
What else can I do to stop you? If you’ve got a better idea, please share.
I don’t get it, Melanie. Don’t you want them back? Don’t you want to be with Jared again? With Jamie?
She writhed, fighting the obviousness of the answer. Yes, but… I can’t… She took a moment to steady herself. I find myself unable to be the death of you, Wanda. I can’t stand it.
I saw the depth of her pain, and tears formed in my eyes.
Love you too, Mel. But there’s not room for the both of us here. In this body, in this cave, in their lives…
I disagree.
Look, just stop trying to annihilate yourself, okay? Because if I think you can do it, I’ll make Doc pull me out today. Or I’ll tell Jared. Just imagine what he would do.
I imagined it for her, smiling a little through my tears. Remember? He said no guarantees about what he would or wouldn’t do to keep you here. I thought of those burning kisses in the hall… thought of other kisses and other nights in her memory. My face warmed as I blushed.
You fight dirty.
You bet I do.
I’m not giving up.
You’ve been warned. No more silent treatment.
We thought of other things then, things that didn’t hurt. Like where we would send the Seeker. Mel was all for the Mists Planet after my story tonight, but I thought the Planet of the Flowers would be more fitting. There wasn’t a mellower planet in the universe. The Seeker needed a nice long lifetime eating sunshine.
We thought of my memories, the pretty ones. The ice castles and the night music and the colored suns. They were like fairytales to her. And she told me fairytales, too. Glass slippers, poisoned apples, mermaids who wanted to have souls…
Of course, we didn’t have time to tell many stories.
They all returned together. Jared had come back through the