Destiny's Fire (9 page)

Lana was still blocking Jace. She gave me a weary expression. “It was everything I could do to convince him you were all right and would be right out.” She released a heavy breath. “I knew if he went back in there all poo would hit the fan.”

“Thanks. Yeah, I was fine.” I gave Jace an apologetic smile. “Come on, let’s go. This place is had. Think I’m over birthdays for one year.”

Jace stepped in front of me. “Are you all right?”

“Everything’s cool.” I smiled wanly. “I think we did a good job of diverting. What do you think?”

“Best damn job ever.” His lips twisted into a grin. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Tucking my bustle beneath me, I sat sidesaddle and wrapped my arms around his waist. He cranked the levibike. Then handed me his goggles. “It’s pretty nasty with bugs tonight,” he said.

“Thanks.” I slipped the goggles over my head, absently adjusting them, my mind still lost back in the club.

We were all quiet as we zoomed down the roadways. I was relieved Lana wasn’t in a talkative mood. I didn’t have the energy to talk over the levibikes, faking nonchalance. As Nick turned down their road, I waved to them, and Jace and I kept on toward my unit. I only lived five minutes from them, but the ride felt longer as my thoughts spun. I couldn’t piece anything together.

Jace hovered up to my walkway and killed the engine. The silence was startling. He turned around, facing me. “Hey,” he said, bringing me out of my trance.

“Oh,” I said, glancing at my unit. “We’re here.” I pulled the goggles off and handed them to Jace, then jumped off the levibike.

Jace caught my hand. “Dez,” he said lightly, and I turned toward him. “I know Sylvia’s going to have you on lockdown through the change, probably starting tomorrow. So I wanted to give you something before you go.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Knowing Jace, it was probably a new weapon.

He reached into his pocket and brought out a small, black box. I accepted it, hesitantly running my fingers over the velvet case before lifting the lid. Inside was a silver bracelet, and as I removed it from the box and held it up, a bright blue gemstone dangled from the delicate chain.

“Jace…”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just wanted to get you something. You know, for the change.”

“It’s beautiful.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you.”

He tentatively hugged me back. “It matches your eyes. I know it’s cheesy, because we all have blue eyes, but yours are actually a shade darker. Like topaz. And…ah, hell.”

I drew back, forcing the lump in my throat down as I stared at the gem. It did match my eyes. My
blue lens-covered
eyes. “I don’t think it’s cheesy.”

“You don’t?” He arched an eyebrow.

I shook my head. “No. It’s really pretty.” I smiled.

He glanced at the cobbled street. “When things calm down around here, after you complete the change and are feeling better…” He paused, looking up and staring intently at me. “I was thinking—”

“Training?” I broke in, beating him to it. I knew Jace was dying to test my power in a sparring match.

His eyes fell. “Yeah. That’s what I was going to say.”

“Sure.” I was confident now that I’d actually be able to
show
him my power after what Reese had told me. “You know I’m up for it.”

“All right,” he said. “Good luck. I’ll tell Lana you’ll contact her on the communicator. She’ll be going crazy until she hears from you.”

“Thanks again for my present.” I clutched the case. “I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

He started his levibike and glanced at me, giving me a small smile. I waved, watching him take off down the roadway.

I was thankful he’d assumed my mom wouldn’t let me out tomorrow. I hadn’t thought of it, but he was probably right. She’d want me close, just in case the change started early. And I needed some time to myself to think about everything that had happened. About what I’d discovered at the club…

My power. And Reese’s.

Waiting for my change to begin the next day was maddening. My mom prepared a birthday breakfast of my favorites—pancakes and hash browns—and we celebrated early, as I’d be shifting soon. We were quiet while we ate, both of us knowing that the change might start at any moment.

I’d told her about my power making an appearance, conveniently leaving out the part where I’d shocked Reese. She was worried enough over the Narcos being in Haven, and I didn’t want her upset over me talking or
dancing
with one. Although, soon enough she’d find out they were attending the Academy. One fight at a time, I told myself.

By that afternoon, I was going stir crazy. I’d cleaned my room
twice
, reorganized my closet, and started packing for the Academy. When I couldn’t take the claustrophobia anymore, I decided I had to get out of the house. She was reluctant, but I’d assured her I wouldn’t be long and I’d stick close to home. I still technically had a whole day before the change.

I rode the autowalk, glancing into store windows, my mind unfocused. Reese’s violet eyes clouded my thoughts. As I neared a coffee shop, a sharp spasm panged my side. I crumpled and grabbed my stomach, falling onto the moving sidewalk. The searing pain spread through my stomach, coursing the length of my body, and I rolled onto the walkway.

I crawled to the edge of the building and attempted to claw my way to my feet. But I couldn’t grasp the stone wall. Reaching for my communicator, I found my back pocket empty.
Crap
.

Giving up, ready to die right there on the side of the roadway, I felt a hand clasp my arm.

“Dez?” Reese’s voice echoed in my ears. “Hold on. I’ll get you out of here.”

He knelt next to me and scooped me into his arms. Everything around me darkened. I couldn’t focus, but I felt the motion of him carrying me. My voice croaked out, trying to make words. “Am…what…”

“The change is starting,” he said in a soft, faraway voice. “Don’t panic.”

He placed me in front of him on what I assumed was a hover-bike. Wrapping one arm securely around me, he cradled me to his chest, and the vehicle lurched into motion. Waves of sound bounced off my eardrums, muffled, like the inside of a sea shell as I faded in and out of consciousness.

When the motion stopped, Reese shook me. “Hey, I’m going to lay you down here.” He set me on something cold and hard. Cement. “Dez…” He shook me again. “Dez…”

I pried my eyes open. He stared down at me, his hair falling loosely around his red eyes. “Yeah,” I moaned.

“This is your house, right?”

I forced my eyes to look at the door and read the number. I nodded. How did he know where I lived?

“Okay,” he said. “Listen. I have something important to tell you. When you’re better, contact me.” He slipped something into my back pocket, and his smooth, warm lips pressed to my forehead. He kept them there a moment before he stood and rang the bell, then disappeared out of sight.

The door opened, and I saw my mom’s panicked face right before I blacked out.

The next time my eyes opened, my bedroom ceiling swirled above me. My body felt like a limp, dissolving Jell-O mold. I stretched my fingers and toes. Every muscle in my body ached.

Mom sat down beside me on the edge of my bed. “How are you feeling?” she asked, placing a wet cloth across my forehead.

“Better…I guess.” I blinked hard, clearing my vision. “How long was I out?”

She pressed the back of her hand against my cheek. “Today’s Sunday.”

I strained my eyes, opening them as wide as I could. “Sunday? I’ve been out for two days?”

“A day and a half, actually.” She brushed my hair away from my face. “I was worried. Normally there’s pain, screaming, fever…but I’ve never heard of someone sleeping through the whole thing.”

I tried to sit up, and she helped me prop myself against the wrought iron headboard. “You mean it’s over? It’s done?” I shook my head, but regretted it when a violent throbbing assaulted me. “Ow.”

“Just take it easy.”

“Wait. So did you see me shift? Am I Shythe?” Her face was a mask. “Mom? What happened?”

She nodded her head lightly. “Yes, Destiny. You shifted. But I think you should wait till you’re feeling better before you try it on your own.”

Screw that
. My whole life I’d anticipated and feared this moment. I had to know what color my eyes were—what power I had. Hell, I had to watch myself shift into my Kythan form.

And, oh!

“My ink—my Kythan mark? Is it there?” I blurted, running my fingers over my neck. It still felt the same. I expected to feel raised skin, like on humans, after they’d gotten a tattoo. But it was smooth.

She blew out a long breath. “Destiny…”

“What?” I asked. Her eyes were dark. “Tell me. What is it?”

“Your eyes are still the same.” She looked away. “You do have the Egyptian ink. But I’m not sure of your power.”

I threw my legs over the side of my bed, waving away her protests. I stayed there for a moment until I felt strong enough to walk. Slowly, I took a step forward toward my dressing mirror.

I studied my reflection. A black, swirled design, with the mark of the Kythan was centered on the left side of my lower neck, just above my collarbone. The ink wasn’t large, but anyone could see it at a glance. For added secrecy, most Kythan hid it when they shifted into human form. But I wanted to keep mine visible.

My heart plummeted to my stomach as I stared into my familiar violet eyes. Frustrated, I leaned in closer to the mirror. Whatever Reese was, his eyes were red. He’d shifted them from red to purple and back without the use of eye lenses. Unless he was some kind of magician.

“Destiny, come back to bed,” Mom said. “We have plenty of time to figure this out.”

I ignored her as I stared into the mirror and concentrated. During the change, our bodies shifted by themselves, revealing to us how it was done. I’d obviously missed that part. But I was a shifter. I had to be able to do it at will.

I concentrated harder, willing my form to change. My eyes glowed, my body shook. Before my eyes, I watched as my ears pointed, becoming longer. My skin paled to a rich porcelain color, like something off an Egyptian wall painting. I parted my mouth, feeling my two top eyeteeth press into my bottom lip. “Cool.” I was actually pretty sexy, though I still looked like death.

Mom stood beside me. “Can you feel which power wants to come forth?”

I lifted my arms, stretching my hands out, palms up. Something crackled, and a bright current zipped across my fingertips. My spirit soared.

But before my elation was complete, a white flame burst from the center of my palms—lightning white, with currents firing in a swirling vortex around the flame. I panicked. Shaking my hands, I tried to douse the power, but froze when I saw my reflection. Fierce glowing eyes stared back at me. Blazing white.

Chapter Eight

M
ONDAY
M
ORNING
, I L
AY
on the couch. Mom brought me soup and beverages, attempting to nurse me back to full strength. Every time she sat near me, I averted my eyes from hers.