Everlife (An Everlife Novel) Page 7
I will help Killian. I will save him from those who think to harm him. I will build a new life with him, and for him. A better life. Two realms united, one people. Starting with us.
Firstking help anyone who gets in my way.
MYRIAD
From: K_F_5/23.53.6
To: Z_C_4/23.43.2
Subject: Here are the facts, short and sweet
1. I’ve bonded with Tenley Lockwood. Yes, I’m that good.
2. I’m a prisoner inside Troika. ←Yes, I said Troika.
(a) I successfully traveled through the Veil of Wings.
(b) If you want more soldiers inside the realm, bonding is the way.
3. I had ambrosia hidden in a secret compartment in my boot, as I was trained.
(a) I drank it, of course, so I’m now out of ambrosia.
(b) No one has realized my comm is currently working.
4. I’ll be returning to Myriad soon—with cargo. Be ready. This particular package bites, hard.
5. I don’t have a fifth point, but I felt like using an entire hand. We must stay true to our feelings, right?
If you have any instructions for me, now is the time to send them. Let’s win this war!
Might Equals Right!
ML, Killian Flynn
MYRIAD
From: Z_C_4/23.43.2
To: H_S_3/51.3.6
Subject: Killian Flynn
My dear General Schmidt,
First, I must admit it is an honor to fall under your leadership. Though you are only fourteen, you have been with us since birth, and I have watched you grow into the General of generals.
Second, Killian Flynn contacted me only moments ago. He says he’s bonded with Miss Tenley Lockwood, that he’s in Troika, and that he will soon return to our midst with the girl at his side.
He protected the girl yesterday, yet he’s willing to harm her today? Something is off.
How would you like me to proceed?
Might Equals Right!
Sir Zhi Chen
MYRIAD
From: H_S_3/51.3.6
To: Z_C_4/23.43.2
Subject: Check it
Dude! Killian Flynn is the man. He nailed the babe no one else could score, yo.
Okay, so I just had a meet and greet with our queens and they—legit—almost crapped themselves. In fact, I’ve never seen them so excited. To celebrate Killian’s victory, they are throwing a party tonight, and you and yours are invited. BYOB. (Bring your own babes. The queens will supply the beer!) Oh, and they say the K-man is hereby pardoned from all his crimes.
Our Secondking showed up for the last part of the meeting, and he says K doesn’t even remember those crimes, that he’s now on our side, totally and completely.
Side note: If you aren’t ready to die from envy, something’s wrong with you. I’m STILL high on Ambrosine’s power. The intensity, man. My knees literally buckled. I dropped and couldn’t move until he walked away. But the best part of it all? One of his shadows ghosted inside me—and freaking stayed put.
I carry a part of our king!
Chicks have been throwing themselves at me ever since.
Anyway. Alert me the moment the happy couple crosses into Myriad, you dig. K-man will need a Healer to purge him of Light. We’ll use his link to Troika to destroy the realm. His wifey-poo will probably die, so, that’s another plus.
Stick a fork in this war—it’s over!
Might Equals Right!
General Hans Schmidt
MYRIAD
From: Z_C_4/23.43.2
To: V_P_5/20.16.18
Subject: New developments
I’ve spoken with Killian Flynn, as well as General Schmidt, who spoke with our queens, and even our Secondking. Mr. Flynn has been pardoned for all his crimes, and he will soon be returning to our midst with the infamous Miss Lockwood in tow. By some miracle, he was able to convince her to bond with him.
Victory will be ours.
Now, were you able to deliver Miss Aubuchon to General Schmidt, as requested? And how is Miss Lockwood’s father doing? Update me.
Might Equals Right!
Sir Zhi Chen
MYRIAD
From: V_P_5/20.16.18
To: Z_C_4/23.43.2
Subject: Get your facts straight
He’s not my Secondking, he’s my father.
As for Sloan Aubuchon—yes. I delivered her to Hans. (You know him by the name General Schmidt. I know him on a more personal level.) By the way, his plan for her is spectacular. Just wait.
You’ll be happy to know Leonard Lockwood hates his daughter with every fiber of his being. He blames her for his early Firstdeath, and he’s eager to settle the score. He’ll help us any way he can.
Here’s the thing, though. I want to be the one to end her.
Might Equals Right!
ML, Victor Prince
MYRIAD
From: Z_C_4/23.43.2
To: V_P_5/20.16.18
Subject: Be patient
Once Mr. Flynn has served his purpose, Miss Lockwood— Mrs. Flynn now?—will have served hers. I’m sure your father will be amenable to giving the pair to you as a gift. They can die right along with Troika.
Might Equals Right!
Sir Zhi Chen
chapter five
“Wise counsel is an invaluable treasure.”
—Troika
Ten
Electric impulses race through my comm, jolting me. One second I’m in the scorched manna field, the next I’m in a private room at the Baths of Restoration, standing in the middle of a pool.
The change of scenery is startling, and I struggle to catch my breath as I orient myself. Four stone walls surround me. Above, there’s no ceiling, allowing me to peer up at the beautiful crimson sky, so peaceful it taunts me.
“It freaking worked.” Clay Anders steps into view. He’s flanked by three others: Reed Haynesworth, Raanan Aarons and Clementine Vickers.
Happiness overtakes me. My friends are here. I met Clay in the Prynne Asylum. He’s the kind of friend others dream of having. Rock solid, loyal and 100 percent dependable.
Reed, I rescued from Many Ends. Raanan and Clementine experienced Firstdeath on the same day as me, so we went through Troikan initiation together. We haven’t always gotten along, but we’ve been through hell and back. Bonds formed. Trust was forged.
Everyone but me is wearing a ceremonial robe. White with green trim = Laborer-in-training.
While Clay is my age, both Reed and Raanan are a year older. All three boys are tall with black hair, but that is where their similarities end. Clay is lean and tanned with wavy locks that frame a classically handsome face, and navy blue eyes. Reed is wider, more striking, with lighter skin, hair that is straight as a board and brown eyes with a beautiful uptilt. Raanan is dark from head to toe and packed with muscle, with midnight eyes filled with the smoldering heat of a desert sun.
Clementine is the youngest, her pale skin covered in adorable freckles. She has pink hair, big hazel eyes and charming features. To me, she looks like a living doll.
Normally my friend Kayla Brooks would be here, too, but she’s currently recovering from a bullet to the face. My hands fist. The shooter? Victor Prince. He convinced her to betray Troika, told her they would bring about the end of the war and when that happened, they could be together. A lie, all a lie. Victor hadn’t wanted the war to end; he’d wanted Troika laid to waste.
He is responsible for the most recent attack. When he failed to win me over to his cause, he tried to assassinate me.
Truth is, even if Kayla were recovered, I doubt she’d be here. Her actions hurt innocent people. A lot of innocent people. Yes, she realized her mistake, and she’s been forgiven by the majority, but no one trusts her. Including me. I love her dearly, but even I have limits.
The muscles in my shoulders bunch into hard knots. I’m the worst kind of person in the world right now—I’m a freaking hypocrite. Again and again, I’ve sided with Killian. How easil
y my situation could have been like Kayla’s.
If ever Killian had used me…
But he hadn’t. He won’t. There’s a big difference between our boyfriends: Victor sees no value in life other than his own, and Killian does. Or he used to. I don’t know the man he’s become.
I need my old Killian back. Killian 1.0. There’s no beating the original.
With my friends at my sides, I can do anything. Even bring Killian 2.0 into the Light.
The knots unwind, and my tension fades. “How am I here?” I ask. “Better yet, why am I here? And where are your guardian animals?” Dang it, where’s mine? Gimme!
“One question at a time,” Raanan says. “We heard you’d returned from a secret meeting and the first thing you did was visit the Eye. We needed to speak with you, so we had Clem retrace your steps. And I’m still waiting to meet my guardian.”
“Me, too,” the others say in unison.
“Tell us about the secret meeting,” Clay says.
What to admit, and what to hold back? “I’ll tell you, but can we backtrack a minute? Did you say Clementine worked the Eye?” Only Leaders train at the Eye. Last I heard, Clementine was a Laborer.
Grinning, she fluffs her hair. “Didn’t you hear? Lots of people got a promotion, and I’m one of them. Thanks to the Grid, skills were downloaded straight into my brain.”
“While you were gone, announcements were made.” Reed sits at the edge of the pool, and draws one knee up to his chest. “The bombings killed so many, massive restructuring had to be done. Clementine, Rebel, Winifred, Hoshi and Sawyer are to become Leaders.”
“What about you? What about Nico and Fatima?” They are the other newbies who experienced Firstdeath on the same day as me. Fatima is the youngest at six years old.
Reed rubs two fingers over his jaw. “I turned down a Leader position, and Fatima’s training has been delayed. She’s not coping well with all the disasters. As for Nico, I don’t know. No one’s heard from him since the bombings.”
Zero! What if he’s trapped underneath the rubble?
“I got a promotion, too, only information wasn’t downloaded into my Grid.” Raanan levels a hard gaze on me. “Probably because you’re the one who promoted me.”
Frowning, unsure I heard him correctly, I thump my chest. “Me?”
Nod. “What did you do to me?”
“Nothing?” I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Wrong.” He points a finger at me. “After the bombs were set off inside the realm, you touched me. Lightning arced between us. Ever since, I’ve been burning up with fever, though I’m not sick. I’m stronger. And I know, I know. I was hot already. Now I’m scorching.” He winked.
As suspicions dance through my mind, I chew on my bottom lip. Is it possible…? “Has the Grid expanded inside your mind?”
His eyes widen. “Yes. New doors keep popping up.”
I chew harder. Somehow I must have turned him into a Conduit, the way Myriadian Generals can turn humans into Abrogates. Except, he’s not as radiant as before, and Conduits glow. Or maybe the problem with that is, well, me? Maybe I can’t see Light the way I once did, my mind too clouded by shadows. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure I’m right. Let me do a little digging before I—”
“Tell me,” he demands.
Oookay. How can I deny him? I’d want to know, too. “I think you may or may not—maybe, probably, hopefully— be…a Conduit.” Before he has a chance to respond, I rush to add, “I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. Like I said, I don’t even know if I’m right.”
At first, he has no reaction. Then excitement pulses from him, and the corners of his mouth quirk up. “I’ve always known I was special. This proves it.”
“All right. Enough of that.” Clay gives Raanan a little shove before jumping into the water. Cool droplets splash my face. He closes the distance and gives me a hug. “Do you know what’s odd?” he asks.
“You mean there’s more?” I sigh. “Tell me,” I demand, just like Raanan. See? I have to know.
“Every other number,” Clay says.
I snort, taking comfort in the familiar. Whenever we’re together, he tells me a number joke.
Now he tweaks my nose. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you kind of look like the grim reaper without a cape.”
Seriously? “There’s a right way to take that?”
Raanan rakes his gaze over me and shrugs. “He’s wrong. You don’t look like the grim reaper. You look like his evil twin.”
Great! I absolutely refuse to lie to my friends, or anyone. I’m not weak. “I’m…” Just say it. “That secret meeting I attended? It was with Killian. We…bonded.”
To my amazement, no one is surprised.
Raanan slaps Reed on the shoulder. “Knew it. Pay up.”
Grumbling under his breath, Reed digs into the pocket of his robe and hands over a small vial of manna.
“Flavored with whiskey,” Raanan says while wiggling his brows. “A rare mannskey.”
I do a little glaring. “You guys bet on my relationship?”
“We experienced a ripple of absolute darkness through the Grid.” He shrugs, all, What else were we supposed to do? “I figured you had something to do with it. And if you’re involved in something, the Myriadian is involved.”
Well. He isn’t wrong.
“So you’re married?” Clementine asks, and claps.
“I am.” Happily…almost. Maybe. Hopefully!
Grinning, she jumps up and down. “Have you guys had sex yet?”
My cheeks heat, and I nearly choke on my tongue. “Um…”
“Hey. You aren’t supposed to ask a girl that kind of question. You’re far too young.” Raanan flattens his hands over her ears. “Well?” he asks me. “Have you? And has anything bad happened because of the bond? Besides you looking like Death’s evil twin, I mean. We’re told to stay away from Myriadians, so…huh huh have you? Has it?”
I roll my eyes, and say, “I plead the fifth on both counts.”
“You also suck.” His hands fall away from Clem.
We haven’t had sex, no, but I kinda feel like I acquired an STD anyway. Shadows Too Dark. How can I get rid of them permanently?
“Two of our Generals hid Killian inside Troika.” I dunk into the crystal-clear water, ripples brushing against me, cleansing me from the inside out. Even my breath is freshened.
What the water doesn’t do? What its name promises. My strength is not restored. I think I’m more tired than before. My limbs are shaky, and my stomach is a mess. What if I fight the Generals and lose? My frustration mounts. “They’re blackmailing me, trying to control my vote for the Resurrection. That means finding Killian is priority one. Freeing him is priority two.”
“Let me guess,” Reed says. “You’re supposed to vote for Levi.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Orion.”
Clay thinks, frowns. “Why? Levi is the one we need, no doubt about it.”
Everyone else nods. And I get it. I do. Levi trained us. He’s smart, kind and determined. But…I’m not sold. Does no one see the merits to having Meredith or Archer returned to our midst? Meredith is a Leader and open to peace between realms. Archer is a Laborer with the heart of a lion. He’s willing to die for his loved ones—and has!
How much am I willing to sacrifice for my realm…for peace?
How far am I willing to go for Killian…for love?
If we are truly to be one body—the chosen—the members of our body matter more than ever.
“We have an hour until the vote,” Clementine begins. “I can return to the Eye and—”
A vibration rides across the Grid, arresting me. Arresting all of us. In unison, we go still.
“The Secondking has issued a summons,” Raanan says, decoding the message that accompanies the vibration. “Due to murmurs of discontent, the Resurrection ceremony has been moved up. We’re to head to the Garden of Exchange now.”
Zer
o! What about Killian?
Deep breath in, out. Right now, he’s safe. So I’ll go to the Garden of Exchange. I’ll cast my vote. As long as the Generals need me, he’s going to be fine. Afterward, I’ll find him. Perhaps with the help of the person who is Resurrected.
In a blink, my To Do list changes. Decide who will come back from the dead. Find and save Killian.
No pressure.
As Raanan helps me out of the water, Clay taps his wrist and a bright Light appears directly over it. He type, type, types. A towel appears in one hand, and a purple robe in the other. Purple = royalty. I gulp.
Definite pressure…
Argh! When there is pressure, do not panic—sow and reap. Life is a garden. Plant a seed, and grow a blessing… or a curse. The harvest depends on your seed, for like gives life to like. If I want love, I must sow love. If I want to help my goals, I must help my realm.
Which of the slain will help my realm if Resurrected?
Clay tosses me the towel. After I dry off, I hand the towel to Clementine, and she uses it to shield me as I change into the purple robe. Then I braid my wet hair.
“Drink up. You’re a Conduit, special and we need you well. I’m sure you could use a boost.” She places a vial of manna in one of my hands, and heads for the exit.
I follow her, and everyone else follows me.
“I’m not special,” I mutter, and drain the vial.
“You saved us during the invasion,” Clay says. “Trust me. You’re special.”
The manna is sweet on my tongue, but for the first time, it burns going down. Sharp pains shoot through me, but thankfully they fade in a hurry.
Do I now need a mix of manna and ambrosia?
I’ll figure it out. Later. Ahead is a Gate, an archway that looks to be made entirely of diamonds. Our group enters two at a time, the diamonds vanishing as fireworks explode around us. We remain on our feet, even continue walking, while we’re shot to a new location.