The Forsaken Saga Complete Box Set (Books 1-4)

by Sophia Sharp

  Min trails off, looking around the room, everywhere but directly at me. “We were desperate. I was desperate. I would never have agreed to it if I had thought that we’d be endangering the other girl. Still, as soon as I came here alone, and our plan was truly set in motion, I began to feel like such a terrible person.”

  Min’s lower lip starts to tremble as the words pour out. “How selfish was it of me to have someone else take the blame? How irresponsible? I couldn’t sleep most nights. The guilt just gnawed at me, until I came this close to giving myself up.” She pinches her thumb and forefinger together to demonstrate. “But then I got a call from Rich, and he told me about you, and everything that’s happened…” Min looks at me and offers a weak smile. “And I was just so relieved that he pulled you out of that situation…”

  She stops. For a second, she looks surprised that she’s said so much. “Look at me, just blabbing at you. Let me say this. I’m glad you’re here. Really, really glad. And I just hope—I wish—that you won’t hate me for what I’ve done.”

  Her concern is so heartfelt that it takes me aback. And so absolutely misplaced that I can’t help but laugh. “Hate you?” I say. “Min, I can’t possibly hate you. Not when you brought me to the first person in the world I’ve ever cared about.”

  Min’s eyes widen in understanding. At the same time, the relief on her face is so obvious it’s palpable. “So is it… love?” she asks. “No, no, don’t tell me. I want to figure it out for myself.”

  “So do I.” I smile. “I don’t hate you, Min. Not even close. The funny thing is, I was worried about what you’d think of me. I ruined all your plans, after all.”

  Min giggles. “That is funny. So then… friends?” She sticks out her hand for me to shake.

  I take a page from her book, instead. I crawl over and wrap my arms around her in a hug. “Friends,” I tell her.

  --

  For the next half hour, I recount my adventures with Rich. Min makes for a captive audience. Apparently, Rich managed to avoid mentioning his fight with Victor to Min. So she wouldn’t worry, I make it seem much less dangerous than it really was.

  Min shares stories about Rich, too. She tells me that, when she was about eleven, Rich rented a moving van with all his friends. With their help, he took out all the furniture in his room and drove it to the dump. The only thing he left was his mattress. We share a laugh about how he still lives that way.

  “Oh my God, I almost forgot!” Min exclaims, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom. We stop in front of a mirror. “I want to see how similar we really look!”

  I look at the reflection in front of us. We both have dark waves, and we’re about the same height. That’s where the similarities end. Min’s eyes are larger and prettier than mine. My lips are a little plumper. Her nose is small and delicate. Mine is long and thin.

  “Well, that’s disappointing,” Min announces. “We don’t look anything alike!”

  “Nothing at all the same,” I agree. Her eyes are a beautiful, rare, misty blue—much like Rich’s—whereas mine are a more common brown.

  “Men are all blind,” Min declares. I laugh.

  “Go back to back,” I suggest. Min nods and turns, pressing her back into mine. Her shoulders are higher, but my neck is slightly longer. It makes the top of my head graze a little above hers. It could just be the difference in hair volume, though.

  I catch Min frowning in the mirror. “We’re not even the same height!”

  “No,” I agree. “But you’re so lucky. Your eyes are so pretty.”

  Min laughs. “I’d trade them in a second to have curls like yours. Your hair is beautiful. Do you know how long I have to work on mine just to give it a tenth of the volume yours has?”

  I blush slightly at the compliment. “Come on,” I say, linking my arm with hers. “We’ve got to tell Rich what we really think about his selection of me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rich and Min spend the next few hours catching up. I keep to the side, trying to stay out of the way. I don’t know what it’s like to have a sibling, but I expect that they would appreciate the time alone.

  By the time dinner rolls around, we order pizza for takeout. I’m happy to finally shower and change into some clean clothes after eating. Min was nice enough to offer me some of her things to wear.

  When I come out, Rich is nowhere to be found. Min is alone on the living room couch. She looks pensive, and a little bit upset.

  “Hey,” I say, “is everything okay?”

  She looks up. “Rich and I had a disagreement about what to do next,” she explains. “Apparently, he’s been planning something. So have I.”

  I sit down beside her. “So, what’s the problem?”

  Min grimaces. “He asked me to talk to you.”

  I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. “About what?”

  “For starters, he wants me to convince you that he’s all wrong for you,” Min sighs. “Or some garbage like that. He must think you and I are blind as bats if we haven’t seen the way he looks at you.”

  The sinking feeling transforms into nervous butterflies. “What way is that?”

  “Like a man head over heels in love.” Min smiles gently. “But you don’t need me to tell you that.”

  Min’s words make me want to squeal in delight. I try to act somewhat unaffected, instead. “What did you say?”

  “He stormed off after I told him I would do no such thing. He was frustrated. I told him he would have to talk to you himself if he really wanted to convince you. I had a feeling he wouldn’t do it.”

  “How did you know?”

  Min shrugs. “Just a feeling. I’d give him some time to cool down, though. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced his temper. I had hoped he’d outgrown it since leaving New York. But no, it’s still there—as always.”

  “I don’t envy you,” I tell her. “I know what he can be like, too.” I give Min’s arm a squeeze.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault if my brother is as dumb as a post. He has you right in front of him, and he’s trying to push you away?”

  “I think it’s his way of trying to protect me.” I shake my head. “He promised he wouldn’t ask me to leave again, though.”

  “So you’ve already had this discussion?” Min asks.

  “More than once,” I sigh.

  “That’s probably why he wanted me to act as the messenger. Rich has many flaws, but he always stays true to his word.”

  “That’s good to know,” I say. “So now we just wait for him to come back?”

  “I guess so,” Min agrees.

  “Did he tell you what he was planning on doing next? He mentioned that he had a plan to me too, but when I asked him about it, he wouldn’t say a word.”

  “No,” Min tells me. “The issue of you came as a bit of a stumbling block.” She pauses. Then, she picks up my hand and turns to face me. “You have to tell him how you feel.”

  “What?” I stumble. “No! I can’t.”

  “Why not?” Min stresses. “It’s the only way he will let you stay.”

  “I can’t,” I repeat adamantly. “Not yet.” I haven’t known Min for very long, but already, I feel like I can confide in her. “What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” I ask in a small voice.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I can tell you with absolute certainty that he does. I know my brother. I grew up with him. I’ve never seen him act around anyone the way he acts around you.”

  “You’re nice to say that,” I murmur. “But you were both a lot younger back then.”

  Min laughs. “Good point. But,” she adds in a secretive voice, “I also know men. Have you ever been in love before?”

  I hesitate. “I thought I was once. Looking back, I don’t think that was what it was.”

  “I was in love, once,” Min tells me. She sighs wistfully. “Circumstance tore us apart.”

  “When?” I ask without thinking. Then I feel my cheeks grow warm. “I mean, if you don�
�t mind me asking.”

  Min smiles. “You won’t tell Rich?”

  “No!” I say in surprise. “Of course not.”

  “Just checking. Older brothers can be stupidly protective at times. When? Oh, not so long ago. A few weeks, in fact.”

  The pieces fall into place. “Your boyfriend from New York,” I say. “Who you were forced to leave behind when you came to Rich.”

  Min smiles a little. “His name was Joey. My heart fluttered every time I thought of him. I had to leave him without a word. There was no other choice. I knew a clean break would be the only way to keep him from coming after me. It keeps him safe, too. If he doesn’t know where I am, he can’t get in trouble with the men looking for me.”

  “That’s so sad,” I say. “I’m sorry, Min.”

  “I don’t regret it,” she tells me. “How can I? We had the most beautiful few months together. Sometimes, I think, that once all of this is over, I’ll go back and find him again.” She laughs wistfully. “But that’s just me being foolish. My point is: I recognize the way Rich acts around you. It’s the same way Joey was with me. The only difference is that we’d professed our love for each other.”

  “I don’t know if it’s that easy,” I admit. “Rich told me he’s never been in love. What if I’m wrong? What if you’re wrong?” I swallow, remembering the way I thought I knew Abby after being friends for a few weeks. It turned out I hadn’t known her at all. “What if I’m just an infatuation to him?”

  “No.” Min’s voice is firm. “You are not that to him. And he is not that to you, either. Ask yourself: Does he inspire you to be the best you? Are you willing to stay with him through the highest highs and the lowest lows? If the answer is what I think it is, then it’s definitely love.”

  I exhale. “This is a lot to take in.”

  “Nobody said it was going to be easy. If you need to talk, I’ll be here for you. Rich told me about your family. How you don’t know any of them.” Min smiles. “I know it’s fast, but already, you feel like a sister to me. I’ve never said that to any of my girlfriends before.”

  “Thanks.” I give Min another hug. “I need to think things through. Do you think it’s safe for me to go outside?”

  “Nobody should know that we’re here,” Min says. “Still, it’s probably better to avoid the streets.” Her face brightens. “I just remembered! There are stairs going up to the rooftop. Here, I’ll show you the way.”

  --

  I walk to the edge of the rooftop patio and peer out at the city below. Calling it a “city” is probably too generous. This is more of a well-populated town.

  I lean against the railing, feeling the cool wind on my face. The sky overhead is darkening. It’s going to be dusk soon.

  “Penny.”

  I jump. “Rich? What are you doing up here?”

  Rich emerges from behind a wall. He looks very subdued, very mellow. “I might ask you the same thing.”

  “I didn’t come up here to look for you, if that what you’re thinking,” I tell him. “Min said you stormed off. I thought you’d have taken the bike somewhere.”

  Rich looks at me. “I was going to. But I couldn’t stand the thought of being far from you.”

  Then why did you try to get Min to tell me to leave? I think. But, I stay quiet.

  Rich walks up beside me. He puts his hand on the railing, close to mine. He doesn’t touch me, though.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he says after a long, contemplative moment. “About you. You’re afraid.”

  “What?” I turn on him. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re afraid,” Rich repeats.

  “Of what?” I ask.

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Rich sighs. “You’re not afraid of the right things. You watched me fight Victor with barely a peep. You even tried to run when you thought he was distracted. That’s not fear. That’s bravery. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

  I fix my eyes on him. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about… losing control. I think that is what frightens you most.”

  I huff dismissively. “I’ve never seen your philosophical side before.”

  “Just listen. We’ve spent enough time together for me to understand you. Not a lot, just a little. But maybe that’s enough. I know you’re always trying to take care of yourself. By yourself.”

  “I have to,” I tell him. “The world hasn’t given me much of a choice.”

  “You have a choice now, Penny.” He locks his gaze with mine. “You have me. I promise, I will take care of you. Through the best times and the worst.” His hand moves to overlap mine. “But only if you want me to. Whatever happens, I will always do the right thing by you.”

  Rich leans across and kisses me gently, sweetly, on the forehead. I shudder when his lips leave my skin.

  “Only if you want,” he repeats.

  “Rich…”

  “I also know this. Nobody can tell what the future holds. Whatever happens, I want to be there with you. I can’t promise you anything more than what we have now. Is it going to be enough? I don’t know. But I fucking hope to God it will be.”

  Rich turns away. “You don’t have to say anything now. I’ll leave you to think things through.”

  --

  Only when Rich’s body disappears behind the closed door do I let out the breath I’ve been holding.

  I wander around aimlessly on the patio, doing everything I can to avoid focusing on the most burning question in my mind.

  One minute, Rich wants me to leave. The next, he doesn’t. He’s conflicted, probably as much as I am. Min told me he always keeps his promises. Is that what’s tearing at him? His promise to keep me safe and the impossible reconciliation of his desire to keep me close?

  The thing he said about losing control cut so close to the bone that it scares me.

  He’s right, of course. My whole life I have had to be the one in control. There was no other way to live. Being in control was what helped me to survive on my own.

  But now, things were changing. Feelings I would never have expected a week ago are blooming in my chest.

  They all center around Rich.

  ‘I will take care of you.’ His promise sounds too good to be true. I have never had the luxury to rely on somebody else.

  I sit on an empty bench and look at my hands. I trace the spot on my forehead where Rich kissed me. Why was he being so sweet all of a sudden?

  Maybe it is love. But I’ve been burned enough times not to believe in fairy tales. Life is no Disney movie. When the clock strikes twelve, there is never a prince who will save you.

  Except… Could Rich be my prince? Could he pull me from my solitary existence?

  I think about what Min said. ‘Does he inspire me to be a better person?’

  I think, yes.

  ‘Do I want to be with him through the highest highs and lowest lows?’

  I know, yes.

  Still, a creeping doubt in the back of my mind prevents me from embracing the idea fully.

  Is a week enough time to know that you love someone? Is that brief amount of time sufficient for you to truly know a person?

  Everything I went through with Abby tells me, “No.” I thought I knew the girl. How wrong I had been. She turned out to be a lying, irresponsible leech.

  Not that I can ever compare Rich to Abby. They are nothing alike. But my experience with my roommate tells me that I need to remain cautious. I can’t jump into Rich’s arms because my heart wants me to.

  I have responsibilities that don’t involve Rich. I have my work, my education. All the things in my life I’ve tried to straighten out after leaving the orphanage. All the things I put on hold while going on this wild run with him.

  As much as it hurts to admit, maybe leaving Rich now would be the best thing for me. I’d cry about him for weeks after. But if Min was strong enough to endure a clean break, maybe I can be, too.

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bsp; The difference is, Min has a chance to go back. If I leave Rich, there will be no going back.

  I stand up and start to pace the patio. I’m restless. I’m anxious. I’m a confused mess.

  No. No, I cannot just leave Rich behind. I can’t just forget about him. Even if I wanted to, I know my mind will never let go.

  I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. I don’t know what to think. I wish I had someone to go to for advice.

  I dig under my shirt, pull out my locket, and open it. There’s not enough light to see the picture. It doesn’t matter. The image is permanently etched in my mind.

  I hold the locket tightly and bring it to my lips. “I wish you were still around to tell me what to do,” I whisper. “I wish I could have had the chance to know you, dad.”

  I hold the locket close to my face for a long time. Then I sigh, and tuck it back under my shirt. Wishing for things to change never accomplishes anything. Actions are what determine a life.

  I slump against the railing. I can’t remember ever feeling this uncertain. Min thinks I should tell Rich how I feel. I’m terrified that he might not feel the same way. Even if he says he does, how am I to know that it will last? I can’t begin to fathom the true inner workings of a male mind. What if a week is too short a time? What if he says he loves me now, then grows bored with me in the future? Where will that leave me?

  Nowhere, that’s where. I’d be lost. Rich’s analysis of me was frightening in its accuracy. I do need to be in control. If I go any further with him, I risk losing what little control I have left over my life.

  Rich had sacrificed everything for his sister. I’d seen them together today. Their love for each other is undeniable.

  That puts me in an awkward position. Family comes first, right? I don’t have any direct experience, but that is how I’ve always thought things work. If things come down to Rich having to choose between me and his little sister, who will he pick? If it’s a question of mine or Min’s safety, whose will he protect first?

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I have no doubt that it will be Min. They have a blood bond. Rich and I have… what? A few strong feelings? An unsteady relationship based on less than a week together?