Lost and Found

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Rosalee's POV

"Anything?" I asked Monroe when he came back into the front room.

He shook his head and said, "Nothing. I couldn't get her to explain anything." Monroe looked hopeless, and so did Nick who had started pacing again, and Eve who was staring off into the distance without any sort of emotion on her face.

"Did she really point a gun at Nick?" I asked Monroe, making sure he had heard the same story as I did. Wu was standing near us and said, "She pointed Nick's gun at Nick."

I put my hands up and said, "This is ridiculous!"

"Honey-" Monroe began to comfort. He didn't like it when I got worked up because it was bad for the babies.

"No! There is something she's not telling us, and I want to find out what it is!" I yelled.

Monroe put his hands on my shoulders to try to calm me down. "Maybe Hank is making some headway...?" he suggested.

We all listened carefully and heard Trubel yell, "You're wasting your time, Hank!"

"Or not," Wu said snarkily.

"Okay, look, all I'm saying is that, before you get all worked up, maybe Eve could talk to her first," Monroe clarified. We all looked over at Eve. Her trance was broken when Monroe said her name, and she shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready to..." she trailed off.

"Well, I am!" I said. I opened the double doors into the back room and told Hank, "Let me try."

Hank turned to give Trubel one more angry glance before he told me, "She's all yours," and stomped out of the room.

"You're going to try to make me spill my guts, too, huh?" she asked me bitterly.

"Damn right," I hissed. "And I'm going to do more than just try."

Trubel laughed bitterly and said, "Good luck with that."

I shook my head. "I don't need luck," I assured her. "You're forgetting that I have books full of recipes that will keep you from knowing up from down. I could give you any number of things to make sure I get the truth."

Trubel looked nervous which made me wonder what she was hiding.

"But I hope it doesn't come to that," I admitted. It was true. I knew a handful of truth serum recipes, but they all had nasty side effects; they definitely weren't something to use on your friends and somehow I still felt like Trubel was mine.

"So I'm not going to coax you into telling me the truth, and I'm not going to yell at you," I warned. "I'm going to tell you what you did to us because that might be the only way to get through to you."

"You think you're going to guilt me into talking?" she asked me. Every word out of her mouth was full of anger and bitterness.

"You can pretend like you don't care about us anymore, but I don't believe you, not for a second," I told her sternly. "So you are going to sit here while I tell you what you missed while you were gone."

Trubel rolled her eyes, but she kept her head down as if she were ashamed to look at me.

"Thinking you were dead was excruciating for all of us," I told her. "Nick didn't eat or sleep for three days, and Adalind was driving herself crazy worrying about him. Eve was working herself to death trying not to think about the pain she felt from losing you. Josh lost his job from flying down here from Philadelphia without giving his boss notice because he was in such a hurry to get here."

The more I talked, the more I realized how much hell we'd gone through. By the look on Trubel's face, it seemed like she hadn't realized it either.