Carrier 02: Shadow of the Mark
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Authors: Leigh Fallon
FOR CHLOE, MEGAN, FIONN, AND RÍAN.
I LOVE YOU, MY STINKIES.
One
FIRST DAY BACK
A
s usual, I woke to Randel’s beak tapping at my window. A broad smile stole its way across my lips. I wasn’t really supposed to use my air element for everyday stuff, but when nobody was looking, I indulged. With a quick flick of my finger, I manipulated the air in the room, opening the curtains from where I perched on the bed. “I’m up, I’m up,” I told him. “Now shoo!” Randel, the DeRíses’ rook, shook the rain from his black feathers and disappeared into the dark February morning.
I threw on my school uniform and draped the tie around my neck, leaving it loose. Someday, someone was going to have to explain to me the merits of wearing a tie, especially for a girl. I picked up my bag laden with books and heaved it down the stairs.
“Good morning, Dad,” I said, walking into the kitchen.
“Morning, Megan. Who’s taking you to school today? You
are
going with someone, right?” Worry lined his forehead.
Three weeks ago, I had been kidnapped and imprisoned on an abandoned boat. Dad believed a psycho had nabbed me completely by chance, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He could never know about the Knox, their attempt at capturing me, and their centuries-old desire to control the elements. Ever since the incident, Dad had been acting more protective—understandably, but it was still frustrating, especially since I was more than capable of taking care of myself.
“Don’t worry, Dad. Caitlin is picking me up.”
“Caitlin?” he said, raising a brow.
“It’s all right. She has a license now,” I assured him, grabbing an apple. “So did you have fun last night? I didn’t hear Petra leave.” I tried to stop my amused smile as I watched Dad’s cheeks get flushed. Petra was the first woman he’d been involved with since my mom died, and she had been featuring more and more at our house in recent weeks. They were good together.
“Oh, she left a little while ago,” he mumbled, and then cleared his throat. “She had a delivery coming in early to the restaurant.”
BEEP, BEherrr
.
The malfunctioning car horn signaled Caitlin’s arrival. “I’m off,” I said, giving Dad a quick kiss on the cheek before running outside.
Caitlin beamed at me as I opened the passenger door. “Good morning, you.”
“Morning. Thanks for picking me up.” I climbed into the tiny red car and tried to look confident and encouraging as she pulled out of my driveway.
Caitlin turned up the radio and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “Are you ready for your last term of fifth year?” she asked, bopping her head to the beat. She spun the wheel to the right, barely avoiding a parked car.
“Bring it on,” I said, checking to make sure my seat belt was secure for the third time.
“Relax.” She eyed my death grip on the door handle. “You’re going to damage that if you dig your nails in any farther.”
I pried my fingers loose, and we made it to the school in one piece. After several failed attempts, Caitlin finally pulled into a parking spot. I caught sight of Adam two cars down, leaning against his rusty Volkswagen and laughing quietly to himself.
His twin sister, Áine, came dancing over to us. “Caitlin! Your car is so cute!”
With the two of them preoccupied, I made a beeline for Adam, my breath catching as I approached. I could feel the dark pull of the magic lurking behind the innocent shade of green in his eyes. It called to me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, drawing me into his arms. “You got here safely, I see. How was Caitlin’s driving?”
“Creative.” I laughed. We started walking into the school building, Áine and Caitlin just ahead of us.
Adam smirked. “It was hard to relinquish you to her. When can I expect to get you back in the mornings?”
“Give it a couple of days. With any luck, Killian will be vying for her affections, and her guilt over his unrequited love will have her rushing off to his place in the mornings.”
He smiled. “I’ll be waiting with bated breath.”
Áine turned around to face us. “Hurry up, you two. Let’s get the last of this year over with.”
First class was Higher English. We filed into the room and sat in our usual places.
There were two new faces this term. One was speaking in Polish to a group who huddled around his desk. The other, a blond girl, was sitting quietly by the wall. She glanced nervously around the room, and smiled hopefully when she caught my eye. I grinned back. She reminded me of myself at this time five months ago.
When Miss McIntire walked in, she scanned the students with her lips pinched together. “We have a lot to get through before you finish this term. I expect your full attention. If you don’t intend to give me just that, leave now and go join the ordinary-level class.” She looked around. “No takers? Fine. Now that we have established we are all committed to attaining excellent marks in Higher English, let us continue.”
Adam squeezed my hand under the desk and smiled.
So much for easing us gently back into the year
.
The day continued in that vein. Each teacher seemed determined to outdo the other. Finally, lunchtime arrived. On my way out to meet the gang, I saw the new girl looking around shyly.
I remember how that feels
. I smiled at her as I approached. “Hey! You’re Chloe, right? I’m Megan.”
She flashed me a friendly grin. “Yeah! I think we’re in ordinary math together.”
“Yeah. The name sounds awful, doesn’t it?”
She burst out laughing. “I know. It makes me feel like a complete idiot.”
“Seriously. Where are you from? That accent is definitely not Irish.”
“The UK. My dad and I moved here two weeks ago.”
“You’re just like me. I moved here six months ago with my dad, from the US. How are you liking it so far?”
“It’s all right, I guess. It takes a bit of getting used to.”
“You miss home?”
She shrugged. “We move a lot, so home is where my stuff is.”
Chloe was still looking like she felt totally out of place, so I looped my arm through hers. “Come eat lunch with me. I’ll introduce you to some of my friends. They made my life much easier when I first started here.”
Her eyes widened gratefully. “Really? Thanks, I’d love that.”
As we approached our usual lunch spot, the grassy hill outside the school, I watched Darren raise his eyebrows and turn to Killian. “Dibs,” he whispered—a little too loudly—as we walked up.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Guys, this is Chloe. She’s new.”
Darren and Killian converged on Chloe immediately, and she seemed thrilled with the attention. I figured she was okay, and settled down next to Adam. I couldn’t help noticing Jennifer eyeing Chloe critically, sizing up the competition. Jennifer considered herself the hottie of the group and, up until winter break, had been on-again, off-again with Darren. But now she was regaling us with tales from her vacation in Marbella, which she had supposedly spent soaking up the sun and catching the eye of an older guy who’d been calling her incessantly since.
“I’m so over secondary-school guys—they’re little boys,” Jennifer said. “They have to be at least . . . nineteen to attract me.”
Adam rolled his eyes and let out a smothered laugh. “You’re still seventeen.”
“So?” she said, glaring back at him. “You don’t have to say it like it’s an offense. I’m not the weird one here, Adam! Imagine being eighteen and in fifth year!”
“Hey, I’m eighteen too,” Áine pointed out.
“Duh,
twins
,” Jennifer scoffed.
Caitlin jumped to the rescue. “It’s not their fault they had to move to Ireland in the middle of a school year!” She shot me a concerned look. After the abduction, Adam’s guardian, Fionn, had made up a story for Caitlin about how the DeRíses were in a witness protection program. Now Caitlin felt almost protective of the family.
I saw Chloe watching this curiously, and I smiled over at her.
“I guess we can’t all be as clever as you, Jen,” Adam said, winking at Caitlin.
Jennifer, looking suitably convinced, nodded and continued explaining her mature guy theory.
I felt the familiar tingle of power as warm fingers entwined in mine. I looked down, expecting to see Adam’s hand. Only it wasn’t. “Áine, what are you doing?”
“Huh?”
“What’s with the hand-holding?”
“Oh my gosh!” She flushed bright red. “I . . . I didn’t realize . . .” She started laughing. “I think I’ve just reached an all-new level of weird!”
I laughed and rubbed my still-tingling hand. “I didn’t think it was possible, but yes, I think you have.”
LOVE AND STUFF
A
fter school, I headed to the DeRíses’. I needed to work on my elemental control and sharpen my skills if we were going to make the alignment—a merging of all our powers into one force—work. It could only succeed if all the Marked Ones were at the same level of strength, and unfortunately, the DeRíses had a seventeen-year head start on me. We didn’t have that much time, either. The alignment had to happen on the summer solstice, and so ours had been slated for June. We worked every day after school and on weekends to combat my disadvantage.
Fionn greeted us as we walked into the kitchen. “How was today?”
“Grand,” Áine mumbled, petting Randel, who had landed on her shoulder.
I tried to sound a little more enthusiastic. “School was great. Teachers mean business this term.”
“Good, good,” Fionn said, but he seemed distracted.
“What is it, Fionn?” Adam asked, concern creeping into his usually laid-back voice.
Fionn let out a sigh and sat down on one of the long benches at the kitchen table. “It looks like Lyonis Fleet had enemies other than us.”
“Lyonis!” I gasped. Suddenly needing to sit, I plunked down next to Fionn. I hated thinking about the vicious Knox member who’d abducted me. I didn’t want to remember his sneering face and stinking sour breath, the beating he’d given me. And the fact that he had nearly killed Adam.
“How do you know?” Áine said, sitting on my other side. Randel jumped from her shoulder and landed in the middle of the table.
“He’s dead.”
“How can that be?” Adam asked. A deep line etched on his forehead as he handed mugs of tea to Áine and me. “He was in police custody. Was it suicide?”
Fionn shook his head. “He was murdered.”
“By another inmate?” I whispered.
“No. It happened while he was being moved to a different facility. It looks like a professional job.”
“But who would have wanted him dead besides us?” Adam stared at Fionn in confusion. “Do you think it was the Knox, scared he might blab about the organization?”
The Knox were ruthless and certainly capable of killing one of their own if they felt he’d get in their way. Though these circumstances seemed suspicious, to say the least, I couldn’t help feeling relieved. Lyonis couldn’t hurt me again. The Knox would be back, but that was a fight for another day.
