How the White Trash Zombie Got Her Groove Back

Chapter 34

A lavender teddy bear wrapped its arms around me. Shifted. Squeezed. Bled purple.

I jerked awake, and it took me a couple of seconds to figure out why a blood-covered Andrew Saber was sprawled across my lap.

His eyes darted around, confused and wild. “Hungry,” he rasped, swallowing noisily as he struggled to sit up.

“Hey, careful.” I tightened my arm around him and groped for the container of brains with the other. “Here,” I said, shoving a couple of pieces at his mouth. “Eat this.”

Distress chased away the confusion in his face, but he sucked down the brain chunks and took the others I fed him as well. Philip gently removed his arm from around my shoulders. “I’ll be nearby,” he murmured to me, then slipped out the back of the van.

I shot him a grateful smile as he left, then focused on Andrew. Someone had left a couple of baggies of pureed brains beside me, and as soon as Andrew finished the chunks I handed him an opened bag. He ate all of one, but then shook his head when I reached for the second.

He lifted his hands, brought them to his face. “What have I done?” he whispered.

“I gave you a medical condition that saved your life,” I told him.

He shifted off my lap and crouched a couple of feet from me, shock and uncertainty swimming in his eyes. “I have to go back. To the office.” His gaze dropped to the bloody ruin of his shirt. He touched one of the rips, slid his hand in to feel for the wounds that weren’t there. “How . . . how can I go back now?” Distress laced his voice, but then he lowered his hand and clenched it. “Or does this mean I’m going to stay your prisoner?”

“No, you’re not our prisoner,” I said firmly, then reached out and took hold of his fist. “Andrew, you need to chill. We won’t let you starve. We’ll help you. But you really need to sit and talk with me and Pierce.”

He yanked his hand away from mine. “Gentry.” His voice dripped with hatred, which I could understand since he thought Gentry was a traitor and spy. And it probably didn’t help that the real Gentry had been fucking his mom as well. “I can’t deal with him right now.” His lip curled. “Gentry cost us, cost Saberton everything.”

“He cost you?” I sneered in derision. “Give me a fucking break, Andrew. That’s like the car thief getting all pissed at the undercover cop when his comfy life of crime gets fucked up. Except that instead of cars being chopped up, it’s people.” I glared at him. “Don’t forget, you’re one of those people now. But hey, if you want to change your mind, it’s not too late. It’s not impossible to kill a zombie. Ask Chris Peterson.”

Andrew scowled, but it was clear I’d made a solid point. “I’m not changing my mind. I don’t want to be dead.” He narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. “Why would you let me go back?”

“Why wouldn’t we? It’s not like we want a pet zombie hanging around.” I shrugged. “Besides, I really don’t see you telling your mother—or anyone else at Saberton—that you’re one of those filthy monsters now.”

He gave a scoffing snort. “No, I won’t be sending out a memo.” He made an utterly doomed attempt to brush some of the drying blood off his shirt, then glowered and headed to the back doors of the van.

“There’s a washer and dryer in the house,” I said being all helpful and shit ’cause that’s how I rolled. “And if you put some meat tenderizer on that blood and then scrub it in cold water, most of it’ll come right out.” The rips were another issue, but I figured I’d offered enough awesome advice for the moment.

A bleak expression passed over his face, and for an instant I had a glimpse of how very lost he felt. He exhaled, controlling it, then gave me a slight nod. That was probably as close to a thank you as I was going to get—and not only for the advice about blood stains.

He exited the van and closed the door. I dropped my head back against the metal wall, let myself have a couple of minutes of quiet, then headed in after him. I needed to take some of my own blood stain advice, since I was a horror show mess. Plenty of blood all over me from Andrew, but there was probably a fair amount from the guards I’d killed, as well as from my own wounds and dealing with Marcus and Kyle.

The burn of anger over how those two had been treated helped keep down the simmering guilt over the guards.

Andrew wasn’t in any of the main living areas, so I figured he’d gone to “his” room to clean up. Someone had collected our stuff from the hotel room, and I dug clothes out of my bag, surprised and pleased to find my dirty stuff laundered, which was damn nice.

A long, hot shower and clean clothes did a lot to restore my get-up-and-go and clear my head. As much as I wanted to check on Marcus, I had other business I needed to take care of first. I went in search of Pierce and found him sitting in the recliner in his bedroom, an iPad on his lap.

“Hey, you got a few minutes?” I asked. “I need to talk to you.”

He set the tablet aside. “Of course, Angel.”

I closed the door behind me and then sat on the bed, facing him. “I need to know who gets to know about,” I waved my hands at him, “the new you.”

Weariness filled his eyes. “Those who know it now, of course,” he said. “And I will also tell Kyle Griffin.”

“What about Marcus?”

The weariness seemed to deepen, and for a moment he looked far older than the mid-thirties he was supposed to be now. “I’m seeking a way to keep him out of this. Completely out of it.”

“I get that.” I shifted to sit cross-legged. “But I don’t get why, and I’m not keen on telling him his uncle’s dead when he’s not.” I leveled a frown at him. “It really eats at him that he’s not part of your inner circle. Did he fuck up somehow or do something to piss you off?”

“No.” Exhaling, Pierce dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “I made a promise to Pietro Ivanov to keep his family ignorant and far from the dealings of our kind. I violated that trust once already by turning Marcus.”

I mulled that over. “The original Pietro asked for that promise because he wanted to keep his family safe and happy, right?”

He lifted his head and opened his eyes. He knew where I was going with this. “Yes, and every day I debate my loyalty to a dead man versus my loyalty to Marcus—not only as part of the Ivanov family, but as my own kin.” He gestured to himself, and I knew he meant zombie-kin. I also knew that none of this was cut and dried, black and white.

“Being shut out hurts him more than he ever lets you see,” I said after a moment of thought. “Maybe you could look at the spirit of that promise to Pietro Ivanov and think about whether you’re really doing right by it, especially since you already turned Marcus, and he doesn’t have a choice except to live as a zombie.”

He remained silent for a long moment, then he shook his head as if finally discarding an outdated idea. “I agree. It’s time to readapt my priorities.”

A smile spread across my face, both at his decision and at the fact that he saw me as a real person with valid ideas. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

His eyes found mine. “Angel, it was easy to lie to him about being his Uncle Pietro. I was the only one he ever knew. This is not easy.”

“You are his uncle in all the ways that matter,” I told him firmly.

A light smile touched his mouth. “I’ll talk to Ari. And Marcus will be told.” But then the smile faded. “The best scenario for the Tribe is to have Marcus assume my former position.”

An uneasy knot found its way into my chest. “But what about law school?”

True distress filled his eyes. “Do you see why this is so difficult?”

“I do. I promise.” I unfolded my legs and leaned forward. “But Marcus is tough and he’s really damn loyal to you. To you, not the name Pietro.” I peered at him. “What will you tell everyone else? Have you figured out how Pietro ‘died?’”

“No. There’s so much to consider, and I’m not yet as clear as I could be.”

“And what about Jane?” I asked, brow creased.

Stark pain and uncertainty swept across his face. “I don’t know yet, Angel.”

Shit. I had zero doubt Pietro loved Jane, and I’d seen for myself how much she loved him right back. No way would he blow her off and leave her wondering what happened. But how the hell do you tell the woman you love that you’re someone else now? “I haven’t even looked at my phone yet,” I said, “but I’d be shocked if she hasn’t blown it up with calls and messages.” I grimaced. “Is there anything I could say to, I dunno, hold her off until we figure shit out?”

He rubbed the back of his neck in a very uncharacteristic show of distress and tension. “She needs to be comforted. Reassured.” He thought for a moment then exhaled softly. “Tell her I’m out of Saberton and safe, but I’ve been taken away for zombie . . . stasis recovery.” A humorless smile twisted his mouth. “Not much of a lie, as I do need significant down time to recover.”

The “and figure out what the hell to say to her” went unspoken.

“She won’t be happy until she sees you,” I told him, “but since I’m not telling her you’re dead or anything, I think I can keep her from freaking out.” I stood, then decided I needed to shift the heavy mood. “Does the Tribe know we’re okay and that there’s no insider?”

He nodded, looking relieved at the subject change. “Dr. Nikas called Rachel. He’s the only one here with credibility.”

The only one Rachel would believe, that was for sure. “I’m going to see Marcus now. What do you want me to tell him if he asks where his uncle is?”

Pierce’s hazel-eyed gaze stayed on me for a long moment before he spoke. “Tell him the truth if it feels right,” he said. “If not, tell him that information is still coming in. I’ll talk to him later, in that case.”

With that I left him and went in search of Marcus. I found him in a little upstairs study, lying on a futon with one foot on the floor and an arm thrown over his eyes.

“Hey.” I said it softly but I still managed to startle him out of his light doze.

“Angel!” He sat up, ran a hand through his hair. The rot was all gone, but he still looked totally wiped out. “Angel,” he repeated, pairing it with a smile. “When I saw you I couldn’t believe you came to get me.”

I started to say something flip and funny, but instead found myself moving forward to throw my arms around him, complete with full-blown bursting into tears.

He wrapped arms around me, breath shuddering. “Oh, babe.”

“I didn’t even know they’d taken you,” I said as soon as I had enough control to speak coherently. “I called to tell you about your uncle, and it went to voicemail, so I texted and,” I sniffled, “I thought everything was fine, but they must have texted me back using your phone.”

He wiped away a few tears with his thumb, then seemed to realize there was no way he’d be able to keep up with my weepy flood. “It was right after I got home,” he said, voice tight with lingering stress. “Never had a chance. I didn’t even know where they’d taken me.”

I put a hand to his cheek and drank in the sight of him. Even if we didn’t get back together, there was no doubt in my mind that he was and would always be very special to me. “When I saw what they did to you—” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t finish. I doubted he’d ever been that brain-starved before, and to have that shift into monster be paired with torture . . .

A shudder crawled through him. “I’m sorry you had to see it,” he said, eyes haunted. “I remember them giving me an injection in the gut, then breaking my arms. I remember the rot and starting to lose control, and then nothing until coming back out of it while eating brains from a baggie.” His throat worked. “It was horrific.”

I reached for his hand. “I’m so damn glad you’re here and safe now.”

“I’d do everything in my power to see that none of us ever have to go through that again.” Fierce determination backed his words. Maybe Pierce wasn’t wrong at all in considering Marcus for the head position of the Tribe.

“Has there been any news about Uncle Pietro?” he asked.

Damn. It was one thing to tell Pierce I was cool telling Marcus the truth, but actually doing so was a whole other bucket of crawfish. “He’s safe.”

“Safe?” He sat straighter and looked past me as if expecting his uncle to stride into the room. “Where is he?”

I kept his hand in mine. Stuck a smile onto my face. “Okay, Marcus. Here’s where it gets weird.”

It took a while, and there were a couple of moments of almost-freakout, but Marcus finally seemed to accept what I told him about Pierce and Pietro, though by the end his jaw was clenched so tightly I thought I heard bone cracking.

“He loves you,” I told Marcus. “And I think it’s time for the two of you to talk things out. He’s in the master bedroom, downstairs.”

He leaned in to kiss me, remembering in the last instant to shift it to a kiss on the cheek. I returned the cheek kiss and watched him go, then sternly told my tired self that it didn’t matter if I felt wrung out because there was still a bunch of shit to take care of.

My tired self told me to fuck the hell off, but at least allowed me to use my legs to walk out of the room.

Naomi leaned on her crutches at the bottom of the stairs, a scowl on her face, and very obviously waiting for me. My brain was too exhausted to even try to figure out why I might deserve a scowl from her.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

Her scowl twisted into a snarl. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Did?” My brain finally clicked into gear. Andrew. Excuses and defensive explanations leapt into my head. Naomi, I didn’t know what else to do. He was dying, bleeding internally, and I swear I asked him if it was okay, I swear!

I shoved down the stammering, uncertain response the old Angel would have spouted. Fuck that noise. I was at peace with how that whole thing played out. Lifting my chin, I locked my gaze with hers. “I made a decision based on how bad his injury was,” I stated. “He was dying. I told him I could possibly save him and asked permission. He gave me permission.” I kept my hands down by my sides so she wouldn’t see how they trembled from fatigue and stress. “I don’t regret it.”

Her lip curled, and then she grinned widely. “Damn it, I was hoping to fuck with you.” She pulled me into a hug. “Serves him right, the big ol’ zombie hater.”

I wilted in relief. “Oh, Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have ambushed you,” she said as she released me, only looking a teensy bit sorry.

I shrugged, grinned. “I’d have done the same to you.”

“He doesn’t know I know,” she said. “He barely slowed down to wave between the shower and hiding in the bedroom, but I could feel it. You know how I am.”

“Yeah, you got that sixth sense thing going on with zombies.” I shook my head. “It’s weird him being a zombie now.”

“What’s going to happen?” she asked, worry puckering her forehead. “He can’t go back.”

The thought that had been niggling away at the back of my head came out now. “Why not?” I met her eyes. “As long as he stays fed, how would anyone know?”

She blinked, obviously shocked and a little freaked that I hadn’t replied with, Of course he can’t go back.

“But if my mother finds out,” she said, “or the lab people—” She gave her head a quick little shake of denial. “He can’t!”

“Andrew’s not stupid. And he doesn’t want to stay with us.” I took a deep breath. “Not to mention, with this whole Dallas lab thing going on, it sure would be cool for us to have someone on the inside.”

She stared at me as if I had gone completely nuts. “You think you’d have him as an insider? Are you on some of Dr. Nikas’s happy juice?”

“I don’t mean calling us with daily updates or anything.” I shrugged. “But in a perfect world that would fucking rock.”

“Yeah, it would.” She sighed. “But he’s such a . . .” She trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Weenie? Prick? Jerk? Asshole?”

She let out a quick laugh. “All of the above, and throw in Corporate Cog. Though I guess with him being all zombified, it’s more than we had before.” She blew out a breath. “God, he better not get caught.”

“It’s up to him anyway,” I pointed out. “Who knows, maybe this whole experience will change his outlook. I mean, I don’t think he’s really as much of a fucking nasty prick as he seems.” I considered the various facets of Andrew I’d seen when he was most certainly under high stress conditions. “It’s as if a bunch of his crap is simply because everyone expects him to be a big tough Saber.”

“Maybe so.” Her mouth twisted. “But when he’s on, he can run with the worst of them.”

I snorted. “I’ve noticed.”

She echoed my snort, then peered into my face. “You need to get some rest. Dr. Nikas cooked up some new shit for Kyle, Marcus, and Philip. Also, Kyle wanted to see you, but I don’t think it’s urgent. He’s in the front bedroom upstairs.”

“I still have a couple of functioning brain cells,” I told her. “I’ll see him and then crash.” I pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, chick.”

She held me close, and a tremble went through her. “I know I joke and bitch, but thank you for watching out for Andrew. He drives me bugnuts, but he’s still my brother.”

I squeezed her then let her go. “I totally get it. It’s like the stuff with my dad.”

A flicker of hope lit her eyes. She knew how horrible my relationship with my dad had once been, and she also knew how much we’d repaired it. “Yeah. I guess it is.” I thought she was going to hug me again, but instead she hobbled off toward the kitchen on her crutches, humming under her breath.

Returning upstairs, I headed to the front bedroom. The door was open a crack, so I eased it open and peered in. Kyle was in the bed, eyes closed and a blanket drawn up to his chin. His face still didn’t seem as if it had pulled together quite right yet, and I realized that Naomi’s high spirits when she’d confronted me had been a big ol’ smokescreen for her own worry and anger.

He opened his eyes as the light from the hall spilled into the room. “Angel.” His voice was wet, raspy, and thin.

I closed the door behind me, then needed a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust in the gloom before I pulled a chair up by the bed and sat. A whisper of daylight snuck around heavy curtains, barely enough light for me to see, but I had a feeling any more would be uncomfortable for Kyle. “Hey,” I said. “Naomi told me you wanted to see me?”

“Yes. Thank you. For coming in and getting me out of there.”

My hands clenched. “No way was I gonna leave you there. I’d burn the whole building down before abandoning you to those fuckers.”

“I’ve been through a lot before,” he said, slowly and with focused effort. “Nothing . . . nothing like that.”

“Jesus fuck, I’d hope not!” I shivered. “That was a horror show.”

His gaze met mine. “You know how I am about leaving this world,” he said.

The air in the room seemed to thicken around me. “I do.”

He must have seen the sudden Oh, god, please don’t ask me to do what I think you’re going to ask me to do, I’ll do it because, yeah, but please don’t! in my eyes. “No,” he said quickly. “No, not that.”

I blew out a relieved breath. “Okay.”

“I want you to know that I don’t want to go anywhere until every one of those motherfuckers is put out of commission.” He spoke with a frightening vehemence made even scarier by the quality of his voice. “Every one of them who can spend their day dreaming up a paste to innervate rot, every one of them who can smear it on and laugh. They fucked with the wrong zombie.”

I leaned close. “And I’m here to tell you, if you do happen to go before you’re done, I’ll finish the job for you.”

He gave the barest hint of a nod. “Then we understand each other.”

“We do.”

With that the dark tension seemed to leave both the room and him. “You should sleep if you can,” I said. “Do you need Dr. Nikas?”

“Yes. I refused to take the sedative until I saw you.”

“I’ll go get him.” I stood and moved to the door then looked back at him. “Thanks for having that kind of faith in me.”

An uneven smile flickered. “Get the fuck out of here.”

With a low chuckle, I did so, then found Dr. Nikas and told him Kyle was ready for a sedative. With that mission accomplished, I found the couch and once again introduced my face to its welcoming cushiness.