Allie's War Season One (52 page)

The wind tore at his words.

“There, now, love. I’m sorry, I truly am. But we can’t fall apart. Or we’ll end up like him. Then his sacrifice would be for nothing, right? You can hold it together for him, can’t you? Just a few minutes more. Then we’ll be in the clear.”

I stared over the side of the ship. The water churned, white foam and dark blue beneath an overcast sky. It looked like liquid ice.

Eliah blew on his hands, checked his watch again.

“We can’t wait much longer, love,” he said. “Why don’t you—”

The rhythmic thud-thud-thud-thud of helicopter blades erupted low over the water, making both of us jump. I heard Eliah curse as one set of propellers joined another, then another...until a fleet of dark gray Apaches was passing by and over the cruise ship, riding over the light of first dawn. The sight was so surreal that all I could do was stare, watching them go by like a fleet of metal hornets. Eliah grabbed my arm just as they were nearing, pulling me into shadow behind the lip of the square opening...

And I found myself with him, inside his mind.

...Flashes fill the Barrier sky.

Lightning cracks downward from overhead clouds. All over the ship, bursts of staccato charges fall, plummeting around military helicopters as they fly past in formation, shining with a faint silver light. The bursts don’t come from the helicopters, but from the metallic, cloud ceiling above, falling like bombs.

I’m still staring upwards as a light-bomb falls from almost straight overhead.

Eliah grabs me with hands of light, pulls me away to narrowly miss being hit by a second bomb I hadn’t seen...

A net,
he tells me.
They are looking for you, Allie. And for me.

Looking for you,
I repeat numbly.

I wince from a sudden, sharp pain at the back of my neck.

Eliah stares at my hand clutching that pain, at my fingers rubbing my own neck in reflex. Then, unexpectedly, he grins, his eyes shining with moonstone light.

Well,
he says.
That’s good news, at least.

When I look down, I find I am gripping the silver ring so tightly it digs into the skin of my palm. Through the Barrier, I gaze down the length of the ship, no longer caring who sees me. I let myself fall deeper...

...and without warning, he is there.

Revik lies broken on a patterned carpet, his neck at an odd angle. A metal collar circles it, and the skin there twitches, dancing under a coarse electric charge. He is covered in blood. His chest isn’t moving...

We’re losing him!
A doctor kneels beside him.
Goddamn it! He really will kill us. Did you see his face when those eyes lit up—?

Eliah grabs my arm.

Turning me towards him, he punches me right in the face.

...AND I GASPED, clutching a chain hanging from a roll-down door in one hand, the ring in the other, the ocean wetting my back. My jaw hurt where he’d hit me, and my skin felt flushed, almost fevered. I faced Eliah, who held my wrist to keep me from going over the side. He gave me an apologetic look...but I knew.

That hadn’t been the past.

Which meant everything he’d just told me had been a lie.

“You did this,” I managed. “You’re him. Terian.”

He blinked at me, his different colored eyes widening in surprise.

Then he broke into a smile. A smile that turned quickly into a chuckle.

“Allie, my dear...I am endlessly impressed by you. So many surprises...”

When I tried to jerk away from him, he slammed my back against the edge of the roll door, his different-colored eyes hardening on mine.

“You’re hardly in a position to fight me now, though, love,” he said.

The man who’d killed my mother smiled at me affectionately, his thumb absently caressing my upper arm. He held the beretta in his other hand, aimed at my middle section. I hadn’t seen him reach for it, but I stared at the end of the barrel now, wincing as he tightened his hold on me.

“I suppose it is fortunate that I met you before you were fully trained,” he said. “How on earth did you find Galaith...? I am so impressed. So very, very impressed.”

I tried again to yank my arm away, but his fingers gripped like talons, pulling me closer, then slamming me back against the metal wall, and into a sharp protrusion on one of the beams. I gasped, the air knocked out of me.

“You know,” he said. “...you’ve put me in a bit of a bind, dear heart. I really had hoped to be out of here before
der Fuhrer
showed up. He was quite fond of your mate.” Terian/Eliah sighed, gazing out over the water. “I suppose I’m in for a bit of a spanking on that score. I’m afraid your dear Dehgoies isn’t long for this world. And I really
had
hoped I’d get the package deal...”

I threw myself at him.

I grabbed his hand with the gun, trying to force the barrel towards his face. I don’t know if I thought I could do it without being shot, just push him over the edge and it wouldn’t affect me, or if I just didn’t care anymore.

There was a loud sound in my ears.

Eliah jerked forward, nearly into me, as if sharply pushed. When I looked up at his body, he had a bleeding wound in his chest. The gun had left his fingers, clattering to the deck like a broken toy. I watched the red expand over his gray sweater in a numb confusion, then looked around and past him for the source, knowing that it hadn’t been me.

I focused on a high pile of wooden storage crates right as Chandre stepped from behind them, raising a gun towards my face.

“Move away from him! Allie, step back!”

Eliah burst into a laugh.

“Move away!” Chandre said, louder.

When neither of us moved, Chandre fired a shot past our heads that clanged when it impacted against the metal hull.

I don’t think I even flinched.

Eliah ducked his head, then grinned around at Chandre. When I released him, taking a half-step back on the ramp, Chan aimed the gun directly at my face.

“Stay where you are!” she said.

I held up my hands, but my mind remained indifferent.

“Kill him,” I said. Tears ran down my face, but I barely felt those, either. “Please, Chan...kill him. Do it now.”

“What are you doing with him?” she demanded. “Why did you leave the cabin?”

I didn’t answer.

It wasn’t stubbornness. At that point, I could barely make sense of her questions. I didn’t understand why she wasn’t shooting him.

Chandre fired off another warning shot, and I felt it whiz by my head. I continued to look at her, still thinking only the same repeating thought.

“Just shoot him, Chan. Please.”

“Do not mistake me for him!” Chandre warned me, her voice coming out emotional, angry. “Do not mistake me for your husband the Rook, Alyson! I don’t kill simply because you tell me to. I demand an answer! What are you
doing
with him?”

“I do believe I’ve made her angry, Chan,” Eliah said. Smiling, he pointed from where he held his hands above his head, gesturing towards my face. “Look at her! If I didn’t know better, I’d think—”

“Shut up!” The hunter aimed the gun back at Eliah. “Get away from her, you piece of shit! We know what you did.”

“He’s not Eliah.” I surprised myself again by speaking. My voice sounded strangely calm in my ears. “He took his body. He’s not real, Chan...”

Chandre rounded the gun back on me.

“You too, Bridge! I would just as soon shoot you as well...dump your body right over the side. For all I know, you were in on it. For all I know, this is you starting your
fucking
war...”

Eliah laughed louder. “Are you crying over Dehgoies, too, my sweet, sweet, Chandre? I would never have guessed...”

“Eight of my people are
dead!
Three of them had mates, families. Dehgoies at least carried the karma of such a death...that and a hundred times over...”

I stared at the other woman, feeling her grief, her anger, even her fear. I wondered at her ability to feel so much. My own body felt like stone.

I couldn’t see through the light in my eyes but the woman’s outline shone there anyway, a shadow with two hands gripping a desert eagle I recognized from a different set of long, white fingers. Chandre took another threatening step in our direction, stopping when I didn’t react, or change expression.

After a pause, she exhaled, pointing the gun at Eliah without taking her eyes off mine.

“Gods,” she said to me. “You’re even starting to look like him.”

Under my feet, the deck trembled, just before I heard a hollow booming sound that shook the metal.

Eliah lost his balance on the edge of the doorway.

I saw my chance.

Without thinking, I lunged towards him, helping gravity and the shaking metal under our feet along.

It didn’t take much. He’d been standing too close to the rim.

Before I could think about what I’d done, he was falling, and I tumbled with him, tangled in his limbs. I groped backwards for the metal chain...but it slipped through my fingers, leaving a hovering instant where it occurred to me I wouldn’t be able to get free of him.

I plummeted through freezing wind and spray. I was sure I would die in those few seconds it took to fall, numb to everything but his hands on me and the deafening roar of water.

I hit the dark surface and it was like being thrown into a wood-chipper.

Tossed downwards, Eliah and I were ripped apart.

I felt his hands clench then leave my skin. A curl of wake threw me upwards and I surfaced, gasping.

Not far from me, another body slammed into the water. Then another.

I fought to keep my head above the white foam.

My leg hurt so badly I could barely force myself to breathe. Next to me, a dark head surfaced, and I began backing away, using my arms. I recognized Chandre, braids plastered to her head. Another head breached next to hers. In confusion, I stared at the face of another of the Seven’s Guard that I recognized.

I tried to paddle backwards, but I could barely stay afloat; my legs wouldn’t cooperate. I looked down the lines of the ship at the ship’s wake and saw what looked like another person, their face white above dark water. I watched the body struggle against the current, sucking downwards towards the lower stern and the propellers...

“You’re fucking crazy, Bridge!” Chandre yelled.

I tried to work my arms faster, to get away from her, but Chandre swam after me, groping for my limbs. “Bridge! It’s okay! It’s okay, Bridge!” Once she had ahold of me, her eyes followed the body caught in the ship’s wake.

“He’s gone!” she shouted above the spray. “You killed him!”

“Are you going to kill me?” I said.

“No,” she said, spitting water. Unbelievably, she smiled. “No, Bridge. You won’t be dying today. I wouldn’t kill the mate of the man who exacted the only revenge anyone on my team got against those bastards. And anyway, if you’d been working for him, I don’t think you would have wanted him dead so badly.”

Hearing her words, I looked up the steep sides of the ship, and my throat closed. I looked down at my hand. Somehow I still clutched the ring.