Moments later, the nurse appeared, handing me a Dixie cup full of something that bubbled and steamed. Take this, youll feel better, she said, pressing the cup into my hand.
I stared at it. The fizzling white liquid smelled like chocolate and herbs, except stronger, somehow, a mix so potent it made my eyes water. What is it? I asked.
The nurse just smiled and left the room.
I took a cautious sip and felt warmth spread from my throat down to my stomach. The taste was incredible, like the richest chocolate in the world, with just a hint of bitter aftertaste. I quaffed the rest in two gulps, holding the cup upside down to get the last drops.
Almost immediately, I felt sleepy. Lying back on the crinkly mattress, I closed my eyes for just a moment, and everything faded away.
I AWOKE TO LOW VOICES, talking in furtive tones, just beyond the curtains. I tried to move, but it felt like my body was wrapped in cotton, my head filled with gauze. I struggled to keep my eyes open. On the other side of the sheets, I saw two silhouettes.
Dont do anything reckless, warned a low, gravelly voice. The nurse, I thought, wondering, in my delirium, if she would give me more of that chocolaty stuff. Remember, your duty is to watch the girl. You must not do anything that will draw attention.
Me? asked a tantalizingly familiar voice. Draw attention to myself? Would I do such a thing?
The nurse snorted. If the entire cheerleading squad turns into mice, Robin, I will be very upset with you. Mortal adolescents are blind and cruel. You know that. You mustnt take revenge, no matter how you feel about the girl. Especially now. There are more worrisome things on the move.
Im dreaming, I decided. That must be it. What was in that drink, anyway? In the dim light, the silhouettes playing across the curtain looked confusing and strange. The nurse, it seemed, was even smaller, barely three feet in height. The other shadow was even more peculiar: normal-size, but with strange protrusions on the side of his head that looked like horns, or ears.
The taller shadow sighed and moved to sit in a chair, crossing his long legs. Ive heard the same, he muttered. Dark rumors are stirring. The Courts are restless. Seems like something is out there that has both of them scared.
Which is why you must continue to be both her shield and her guardian. The nurse turned, putting both hands on her hips, her voice chiding. Im surprised you havent given her the mistwine yet. She is sixteen today. The veil is beginning to lift.
I know, I know. Im getting to it. The shadow sighed, putting his head in his hands. Ill take care of that later this afternoon. How is she?
Resting, said the nurse. Poor thing, she was traumatized. I gave her a mild sleep potion that will knock her out until she goes home.
A chuckle. The last kid who drank one of your mild sleep potions didnt wake up for two weeks. Youre one to talk about being inconspicuous.
The nurses reply was garbled and broken, but I was almost sure she said, Shes her fathers daughter. Shell be fine. Or maybe it was just me. The world went fuzzy, like an out-of-focus camera, and I knew nothing for a time.
MEGHAN!
Someone was shaking me awake. I cursed and flailed, momentarily confused, and finally lifted my head. My eyes felt like they had ten pounds of sand in them, and sleep gook crusted the corners, making it impossible to focus. Groaning, I wiped my lids and stared blearily into Robbies face. For a moment, his brow was furrowed with concern. Then I blinked and he was his normal, grinning self.
Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty, he teased as I struggled to a sitting position. Lucky you, school is out. Its time to go home.
Huh? I muttered intelligently, wiping the last traces of sleep snot from my eyes. Robbie snorted and pulled me to my feet.
Here, he said, handing me my backpack, heavy with books. Youre lucky Im such a great friend. I got notes for all the classes you missed after lunch. Oh, and youre forgiven, by the way. I wont even say I told you so.
He was speaking too fast. My brain was still asleep, my mind foggy and disconnected. What are you talking about? I mumbled, shrugging into my pack.
And then I remembered.
I need to call my mom, I said, dropping back on the cot. Robbie frowned and looked confused. She has to come pick me up, I elaborated. No way am I getting on the bus, ever again. Despair settled on me, and I hid my face in my hands.
Look, Meghan, Robbie said, I heard what happened. Its not a big deal.
Are you on crack? I asked, glaring at him through my fingers. The whole school is talking about me. This will probably go in the school paper. Ill be crucified if I show my face in public. And you say its not a big deal?
I drew my knees to my chest and buried my head in them. Everything was so horribly unfair. Its my birthday, I moaned into my jeans. This isnt supposed to happen to people on their birthdays.
Robbie sighed. Dropping his bag, he sat down and put his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I sniffled and shed a few tears into his jacket, listening to his heartbeat through his shirt. It thudded rapidly against his chest, like hed been sprinting several miles.
Come on. Robbie stood, pulling me up with him. You can do this. And I promise, no one will care what happened today. By tomorrow, everyone will have forgotten about it. He smiled, squeezing my arm. Besides, dont you have a drivers permit to get?
That one bright spark in the black misery of my life gave me hope. I nodded, steeling myself for what was to come. We left the nurses office together, Robbies hand clasped firmly around mine.
Just stick close, he muttered as we neared the crowded part of the hallway. Angie and three of her groupies stood in front of the lockers, chattering away and snapping their gum. My stomach tensed and my heart began to pound. Robbie squeezed my hand. Its okay. Dont let go of me, and dont say anything to anyone. They wont even notice were here.
As we neared the cluster of girls, I prepared for them to turn on me with their laughter and their ugly remarks. But we swept by them without so much as a glance, though Angie was in the midst of describing my shameful retreat from the cafeteria.
And then she, like, started bawling, Angie said, her nasal voice cutting through the hall. And I was like, omygod shes such a loser. But what can you expect from an inbred hillbilly? Her voice dropped to a whisper and she leaned forward. I heard her mom has an unnatural obsession with pigs, if you know what I mean.
The girls broke into a chorus of shocked giggles, and I almost snapped. Robbie, however, tightened his grip and pulled me away. I heard him mutter something under his breath, and felt a shudder go through the air, like thunder with no sound.
The girls broke into a chorus of shocked giggles, and I almost snapped. Robbie, however, tightened his grip and pulled me away. I heard him mutter something under his breath, and felt a shudder go through the air, like thunder with no sound.
Behind us, Angie started to scream.
I tried to turn back, but Robbie yanked me onward, weaving through the crowd as the rest of the students jerked their heads toward the shrieking. But, for a split second, I saw Angie covering her nose with her hands, and her screams were sounding more and more like the squeals of a pig.
CHAPTER THREE
The Changeling
The bus ride home was silent, at least between Robbie and me. Partly because I didnt want to draw attention to myself, but mainly because I had a lot on my mind. We sat in the back corner, with me crushed against the window, staring at the trees flashing by. I had my iPod out and my headphones blasting my eardrums, but it was mostly an excuse not to talk to anyone.
Angies piglike screams still echoed through my head. It was probably the most horrible sound Id ever heard, and though she was a total bitch, I couldnt help but feel a little guilty. There was no doubt in my mind that Robbie had done something to her, though I couldnt prove it. I was actually afraid to bring it up. Robbie seemed like a different person now, quiet, brooding, watching the kids on the bus with predator-like intensity. He was acting weirdweird and creepyand I wondered what was wrong with him.
Then there was that strange dream, which I was beginning to think hadnt really been a dream at all. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the familiar voice talking to the nurse had been Robbies.
Something was happening, something strange and creepy and terrifying, and the scariest part of all was that it wore a familiar, ordinary face. I snuck a glance at Robbie. How well did I know him, really know him? Hed been my friend for longer than I could remember, and yet Id never been to his house, or met his parents. The few times I suggested meeting at his place, hed always had some excuse not to; his folks were out of town, or they were remodeling the kitchen, a kitchen Id never seen. That was strange, but what was weirder was the fact that Id never wondered about it, never questioned it, until now. Robbie was simply there, like hed been conjured out of nothing, with no background, no home, and no past. What was his favorite music? Did he have goals in life? Had he ever fallen in love?
Not at all, my mind whispered, disturbingly. You dont know him at all.
I shivered and looked out the window again.
The bus lurched to a halt at a four-way stop, and I saw wed left the outskirts of town and were now heading into the boondocks. My neighborhood. Rain still spattered the windows, making the swampy marshlands blurry and indistinct, the trees fuzzy dark shapes through the glass.
I blinked and straightened up in my seat. Deep in the swamp, a horse and rider stood beneath the limbs of an enormous oak, as still as the trees themselves. The horse was a huge black animal with a mane and tail that rippled behind it, even drenched as it was. Its rider was tall and lean, garbed in silver and black. A dark cape fluttered from its shoulders. Through the rain, I caught the barest glimpse of a face: young, pale, strikingly handsomestaring right at me. My stomach lurched and I caught my breath.
Rob, I murmured, pulling my headphones out, look at tha