Izzy flips her long black hair over her shoulder and peeks at me out of the corner of her eye. “Are you in love with my son?”
Yes. My entire body convulses with the truth. I was falling for Oz before and after what happened last night...it changed me. It changed him. It changed us.
“Shit,” Izzy whispers. “Just shit.”
We hit a pothole and the car dips. Izzy peers in the rearview mirror and I glance at the passenger-side mirror when a motorcycle rumbles behind us. Oz has a folded black-and-white Reign of Terror bandanna across his forehead and his black hair blows wildly in the wind. I tear my eyes away and focus on the rainbows.
“Did you know that if Eli or Cyrus or my husband or any man from the club walked in on the two of you, Oz would be ostracized?”
I sink lower in my seat. God, I’m in love with him. I’ve fallen in love with Oz and I’m costing him his dream.
“Did you know that you’re my goddaughter?” Izzy asks without waiting for my answer.
Like so many other times during the past month, the sensation of running face-first into a wall stuns me. “No.”
“You are.” She concentrates on the road and through the limbs arching over the road, the sunlight bounces on and off her face. “I wasn’t the best godmother at the time, but I loved you. Oz told me about the picture you found and your talk with Olivia, otherwise I wouldn’t bring it up. I need you to hear what I’m saying because I love you and my son.”
She commands my attention like a dropped nuclear bomb. “Okay.”
“Your mother ran from Snowflake for a good reason. She ran to keep you safe and she did an excellent job. Thinking that Olivia died must have completely floored your mom for her to make the mistake of allowing you to return, but it happened and I’m praying that neither you nor my son pay the price.”
Izzy slows the car as we near Olivia’s cabin. “You’re in danger here and I see how my son looks at you, even before I caught the two of you today. He’s falling for you and Oz doesn’t fall. Even if Eli told him that his assignment was over, I doubt Oz would leave your side.”
There’s a buzz filling my ears as I try to comprehend what she’s saying. Stuff about my mom, about how I’m still in danger and about how she sees how Oz looks at me. “My dad says I’m safe.”
She places the car in Park and Oz flies past us for the clubhouse. Izzy regards him in the same way my mother used to watch me when I would climb to the highest diving board at the swimming pool. “I wish you weren’t in danger, but you are. And as long as you stay in Kentucky you’re putting a target on my son.”
With a sigh, she faces me. “There has been a gaping hole in this family since you left and I’ve prayed for years for your return, but now that you’re here, I fully understand why your mother had to go. When you go home, tell her that for me and also tell her to never make the mistake of bringing you to Snowflake again. For all of our sakes. You need to go home, Emily. I love you, but I love my son more and I am begging you to not drag him into this mess.”
Oz swings off his bike and he’s immediately on the move toward us, but his dad steps in front of him. A slow dull throb pulses in my head. I rub my temples, and the anger that’s been simmering at my mother for lying to me over this entire fiasco begins to evaporate.
Everyone’s so paranoid, so terrified, that I’m starting to get swept up in the mania. I’ve been here for over a month and the most dangerous thing I’ve experienced is me jumping in water the wrong way.
A loud growl of engines and I suck in a breath when bike after bike, too many to count, race past the car. I press into the seat as a sea of black vests leave the clubhouse and swarm Oz and his father. The newcomers park their bikes and create another layer around them. I can’t spot Oz anymore. Instead, what glares at me are half skulls with fire blazing out of the eye sockets.
“They’re patching Oz in tonight,” Izzy says quietly.
I jolt as if electrocuted. “But he’s not a prospect yet. Oz said that he has to go through that period before he can officially join the club.”
“If it weren’t for me and Olivia insisting that Oz not be allowed to be a prospect until he graduated, Oz would already be through his prospect period and patched in. They took a special vote because of Olivia’s declining health and everyone agreed that she should see him as a member before she passes. They also felt that thanks to the past month Oz has spent watching you, he’s served his time.”
Served his time...with me. I sound like a prison sentence.
“Against anything I’ve wanted,” she says, “Oz has been a prospect of this club for eighteen years. Some things are so inevitable that they don’t need to be made formal.”
Izzy departs the car and I follow her as she goes up the steps of the porch. I blink as Olivia exits the house. The screen door shuts and the yard plummets into silence. Every man honors Olivia as they turn to acknowledge her.
She nods to me as if the last time I saw her she wasn’t in the midst of a seizure and I wasn’t screaming for Oz to help. Her blue scarf covers her head. Her jeans as tight as normal. She has gold dangling earrings that almost touch her shoulder. She wears that black top again that resembles a corset. As always, she’s striking and radiates kick-ass.
But as I step closer to her, there’s a slow deliberateness to her movements. A tiny quiver of her hand and that tremor slowly progresses up her arm. I slide up beside her and ease my fingers underneath hers and she grasps on to me. The slight shake of her body would only have been noticed by someone standing near. She knows this and so do I.
Olivia inclines her head and we walk together on the porch, past my window and the seat Oz has used as a bed for too many weeks. The lone sound in the yard is our footsteps against the wood. Hand in hand we reach the corner of the porch and there’s a part of me that feels self-conscious that everyone stares.
A breeze rushes through the trees. The leaves clap against each other and a few maple helicopters drift to the ground. There are so many men in the yard. Seventy. Eighty. A hundred. So many. Too many. And Olivia and I have their undivided attention.
The wind dies and this moment is too intense with silent expectation. I search the crowd for Oz and when my eyes meet his, he imperceptibly nods at me. The world fades away and, suddenly, I can breathe again.
I wait for Olivia to do whatever it is everyone is expecting her to do, but nothing happens.