Keenan should've spoken some of those into the negotiation. He should've bound Niall more tightly. Why hadn't he? He should've supported Aislinn's intent; instead he'd suggested Niall seduce Leslie. Niall could pretend he hadn't understood the import of Keenan's words and gesture; Keenan could pretend he hadn't suggested such a thing. It all added up to a kind of lie, though, a deceit that made Niall uneasy.

Chapter 16

When Leslie woke with the nightmares still riding her, she had that awful first moment of not knowing where she was. Then she heard Seth talking, presumably on the phone since there were no answering voices.

Safe. At Seth's, and safe.

After stopping in the tiny bathroom, she went out into the front room.

Seth closed his phone and looked at her. "Sleep okay?"

She nodded. "Thanks."

"Niall's coming over."

"Here?" She raked a hand through her hair, attempting to unsnarl it. "Now?"

"Yes." Seth wore a bemused expression, not unlike the look he'd given her when she had sought his advice at the Rath. "He's a good … someone you can trust in the important things. He's close to a brother to me—a good brother, not like Ren."

"And?" She hated it, but she was embarrassed. Just thinking about the fiasco with Irial and Niall made her anxious.

"He likes you."

"Maybe he did, but after what happened—" She forced herself to meet Seth's gaze. "It doesn't matter. Ash has been pretty clear about the 'stay away' message."

"She has reasons." He motioned to a chair.

"Thought he was a good person?" she asked, ignoring the offer to sit.

"He is, but he's" — Seth toyed with one of the studs in the curve of his ear, a contemplative expression on his face—"in a complicated world."

Leslie didn't know what to say. She sat in silence with Seth for a few minutes, thinking over the day, the weirdness. Regardless of Seth's remarks, she wasn't keen on seeing Niall, not right now. It didn't matter, either: she needed her work clothes and they were at home. "I need to go home."

"Because Niall's coming here?"

"No. I'm not sure. Maybe."

"Wait for him. He'll walk you." Seth kept his tone casual, but the disapproval of her leaving was there all the same. "There doesn't have to be strings, Les; he can just be a person to get you safely to where you need to be."

"No." She scowled.

"Would you rather I walk with you?"

"I live there, Seth. I can't just not go home or take people with me all the time."

“Why?” He sounded far more naïve than she knew him to be.

Leslie bit back her irritated reply and said only, "It's not realistic. Not everyone has the good luck to—" She stopped, not wanting to argue, not wanting to be unpleasant when he was only trying to be a friend. "It doesn't matter why. It's home for now. I need to change for work."

"Maybe Ash has clothes here that—"

"They wouldn't fit me, Seth." She stood up and grabbed her bag.

"Call me or Ash if you need anything? Put my number in your cell, too." He waited until she pulled out her cell, and he recited his number.

Leslie punched the digits in and slipped the phone back into her pocket. Forestalling any more objections, she said, "I need to go, or I'll be late for work."

Seth opened the door and stared out at the empty railyard. It looked as if he waved at someone, a sort of 'come here' gesture, but she saw no one.

"Are you all eating 'shrooms or something, Seth?" She tried to make her voice teasing, not wanting to fight, not after he'd shown her such kindness.

"No shrooms." Seth grinned. "Haven't licked any toads, either."

"So the staring off into space thing everyone's doing?"

He shrugged. "Communing with nature? Connecting with the unseen?"

"Uh-huh." Her tone was sarcastic, but she smiled.

In a brotherly gesture, he put a hand on her shoulder— not restraining her but holding on to her firmly. "Talk to Ash soon, okay? It'll make a lot more sense."

"You're freaking me out," she admitted.

"Good." He gestured toward the edge of the yard again and back at her. "Remember what I said about Irial. Get away from him if you see him."

Then he went back inside his train house before she could think of what to say.

When she walked into her house, Leslie wasn't really surprised to see the grungy crowd in the kitchen with Ren.

"Baby sister!" Ren called in a way that told her he was in the up part of his high.

"Ren." She acknowledged him with as friendly a smile as she could muster. She didn't look long at the people with him. Not for the first time she wished there were an easier way to determine whether they were just getting-high friends or if one was a dealer—not that it mattered. When people were high, they could be unpredictable. When they weren't high but jonesing for whatever they used, they were worse.

Her brother complicated things by dabbling with too many drugs and therefore too many circles of druggies. Today, though, there was no need to guess what they were using: the sickly-sweet smell of crack filled her kitchen the way the scents of home-cooked meals once had.

A skinny girl with lank hair grinned at Leslie. The girl was sitting astride a guy who didn't seem to be high at all. He didn't share her pinched look, either. Without looking away from Leslie, he took the pipe out of the scrawny girl's hand and put the girl's hand on his crotch. She didn't hesitate—or look away from the pipe he held out of her reach.