Authors: Jennifer Quintenz
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Coming of Age, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Teen & Young Adult
equipment for today.”
I sank back into my chair, grateful for the break. Lucas and I sat in silence for a few minutes,
recovering from the grueling session. I finished my water and noticed Lucas eyeing me, as if he
wanted to ask a question.
“What?” I prompted.
“That double step thing Hale had you do—” Lucas said.
“You want me to show you?”
Lucas nodded and we walked into the middle of the room. Hale, Gretchen, and Matthew were busy
rubbing oil into the daggers they’d practiced with before Lucas and I had joined the training session.
They ignored us.
“It’d be easier to show you if you attacked first,” I said. Lucas, who’d had a chance to relax and
recover while I was fighting Gretchen and Matthew, nodded. He attacked as Gretchen had done. I
blocked him, then caught his arm in one of my fists. “From here, if there were a second opponent,
you’d reposition your foot like this,” I settled back into a deeper stance and twisted Lucas’s arm,
turning him on his heel. “Then while the first attacker is recovering, you have a few seconds to deal
with the second.” I “fought” a second imaginary attacker as Lucas watched, curious.
“Okay,” he said. “You come after me.”
I waited for him to raise his hands, then rushed him. Lucas blocked my attack, but when he
reached to grab my hand and reposition his foot he lost his balance and tripped back, pulling me down
on top of him. My squeal broke into a peal of laughter as I looked down into Lucas’s chagrined face.
“You make it look easy,” he said, flushing slightly.
“Hale,” Thane called from the staircase. Lucas and I froze as Thane descended into view. “Marx is
asking for details about the accommodations we’ll be able to offer the Guardsmen—” Thane’s voice
broke off as his eyes found Lucas and me.
Suddenly self-conscious, I rolled off of Lucas. We got quickly to our feet, but the damage had
already been done. Gretchen looked over, sizing up the situation in half a second. She walked quickly
onto the mat, placing herself between Thane and us.
“You,” Thane hissed, turning on Gretchen. “You’re supposed to be chaperoning them.”
“It’s fine, Thane,” she started. “They were just sparring.”
“I have eyes, Ms. Mitchell. And I’m not a fool.”
“They know the rules, Thane.” She turned to face us, crossing her arms. “Right?”
I felt my cheeks reddening and lowered my eyes. “Yes,” I said. “We were just messing around.”
“This is not a game,” Thane said quietly, advancing toward me slowly. “What seems innocent
could cross the line in the blink of an eye. One mistake might cost Lucas his life. And if he dies, you
would face the wrath of the entire Guard.”
I felt hot anger swelling inside, but I refused to blink, determined not to let Thane see how his
words had affected me. Gretchen planted her hand on his chest, arresting him in his tracks. “They get
it, Thane. Back off.”
Thane shrugged. “I’ll leave them in your capable hands, then,” he said, smiling slightly. He turned
toward Hale, who was frowning at Lucas and me thoughtfully.
“Actually, Lucas,” Hale said. “We could use another hand with the equipment.”
Lucas glanced at me wordlessly, then went to help Hale. Stricken, I fled up the staircase to escape
the armory, Thane’s judgment, Hale’s suspicion.
Gretchen followed me. “I know you two are being careful,” she said quietly. “Don’t let him get to
you.”
I froze in my tracks. Someone had left the TV on in the living room. It was muted, but I didn’t
have to hear the newscaster speak. The words “MISSING WOMAN” scrolled beneath a smiling photo.
The next moment, the screen changed and a home movie of the missing woman began playing.
“Braedyn?” Gretchen said. She followed my gaze to the TV.
“She was a mother,” I whispered. On screen, the woman played with two little girls at a birthday
party. Smiling. Happy. Alive. Her husband came onto the screen. They kissed, and the touch was one
of deep and genuine love.
This missing woman, this loving wife and mother, she was the Thrall who’d attacked me at the
mission.
News of the Thrall’s identity energized the Guard. Thane and Gretchen went to canvass her
neighborhood, trying to find out what they could about her life before she’d become a Thrall.
Whatever they’d managed to learn, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Gretchen. If anything, she seemed more
puzzled after their research trip. I heard her talking to Dad in a low voice after dinner.
“As far as I can tell, the marriage was real.”
“Really?” Dad sounded surprised, which made no sense to me.
“I don’t know,” Gretchen said. “Maybe she played both sides?”
Before I had the chance to find out what they were talking about, Hale asked Lucas and me to help
with the dishes. By the time I remembered the conversation later that night, I was already in bed. I laid
my head down on my pillow, making a mental note to talk to Dad about it tomorrow.
I closed my eyes in my bedroom, and opened them in the dream.
As always, I found myself in my own private dream within the larger, universal dream that all
living things share. A field of roses ringed a tiny meadow. The flowers had once been pure white.
Now, every petal gleamed a rich blood red, except for a small white spot at its base. I touched one of
the roses absently. They were my warning. Each time I fed on the spiritual energy of a living human in
the physical world, the petals grew a little more red, a little less white. I didn’t know exactly how it
worked, but I knew that it was connected to the angel’s caveat; there was only so much damage I could
do to others before I’d cross a line. If that happened, I would never become human.
I turned from the roses, meaning to search out Lucas and join him in his dream.
She was standing in my meadow, arms crossed, watching me. I took an involuntary step back.
Honey blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a perfect face. There was no denying her
beauty. Karayan. The only other Lilitu ever to have been raised by the Guard.
A jumble of emotions crashed through me, but I fought them back. “What are you doing here?”
“I see you haven’t changed much,” she said, grimly amused at my reaction. “Not that I was
expecting a warm welcome. Maybe your basic ‘hello’ or something.”
“Actually, I never got the chance to thank you,” I said in a rush, interrupting her. “For the night
Ais died.”
Karayan’s beautiful lips narrowed in a small frown. “Whatever.”
“No, seriously,” I breathed. “What you did—If you hadn’t been there—” I took a step toward her.
“We owe you our lives.”
Karayan turned away abruptly. “I didn’t want to see you get killed. It doesn’t mean we’re BFFs or
anything.”
I stopped in my tracks. “Sure, my mistake.” I crossed my arms awkwardly. “So, what
are
you
doing here?”
Karayan flipped her hair over one shoulder and fixed her piercing green eyes on me. “Something’s
brewing on the Lilitu side. I don’t know the plan, exactly, but it involves some kind of weapon.”
“Okay.” I waited, unsure how to respond to this.
“You don’t get it,” Karayan said, eyes narrowing in irritation. “This is important. Like, ‘it could
decide the War for the Lilitu’ important.”
“Okay.” A thought struck me. “Karayan, do you know where the seal is?”
Karayan gave me a disgusted look. “Are you seriously telling me you’re still playing the Guard’s
devoted lap dog? They don’t own you, Braedyn.”
“Um, I’m confused,” I said. “Why are you telling me about this weapon thing if you’re not trying
to help us win?”
“Us,” Karayan snorted.
“The Guard,” I snapped back.
“I’m not trying to help the Guard, you idiot. I’m trying to help you.”
“And I’m trying to protect my friends and family.” I got the distinct impression Karayan wanted to
roll her eyes, but I pressed on. “We could really use your help.”
“My help?” Karayan’s voice sounded incredulous. “Those people aren’t my family, remember?”
“They could be,” I said.
Karayan turned to look out over the field of roses, but not before I saw the stricken look in her eye.
After a long moment she spoke again. “Watch your back, Braedyn.” Karayan glanced over her
shoulder to meet my eyes. “I don’t know how, but you’re a part of their plan.”
And then she was gone.
Chapter 3
Karayan’s words still shrouded my thoughts the following Monday when Lucas and I arrived at
school. I’d told Dad what she’d said as soon as I’d woken up. He hadn’t liked it any more than I had,
and had looped Hale and the others into the conversation at breakfast. After an entire Sunday spent
deliberating, we’d reached no conclusions about what to do. Karayan’s warning that I was somehow a
part of the Lilitu’s plan was too vague to act on, and too frightening to ignore. Hale had even
questioned Karayan’s motives, suggesting she might have wanted to upset me to keep me distracted
and unfocused. That had given me pause. What did I really know about Karayan? On the one hand, she
had basically delivered Derek to the Guard for execution as a Thrall. On the other hand, she had saved
all our lives the night of Ais’s death. Would Karayan have gone to the trouble of sparing us once in
order to have the pleasure of watching us destroyed later? In the end, whether or not upsetting me had
been Karayan’s aim, it was the end result of our conversation.
Lucas curved his arm around my shoulders protectively while we walked from the parking lot to
school. We had to part ways for first period, but he lingered with me outside my class until the last
moment.
“We’re going to figure this out,” he said. He brushed the hair back from my forehead, smoothing it
behind my ear. I felt a twinge in my middle when he withdrew his hand.
“You sound so sure.”
Lucas gave me a crooked grin. “Come on. You’re Braedyn Murphy. You went head to head with an
ancient Lilitu and emerged victorious.”
“One,” I said softly. “And I had a lot of help.” He heard the unspoken fear in my voice. His smile
dimmed. If the final battle was drawing closer, it was unlikely we’d be facing just one powerful
demon.
“When Gretchen and I first discovered the Guard, we hooked up with this unit. Their oldest soldier
was this guy Anders. He must have been 60. Tough.” Lucas smiled faintly at some memory. “He had
this saying; ‘don’t go looking for tomorrow’s trouble, it’ll come find you. Just be ready when it
does.’”
“That’s supposed to be comforting?”
Lucas laughed softly. “Right. Yeah, it sounds pretty terrible, doesn’t it? But I think what he meant
was worrying about what might happen doesn’t help.” The bell rang, and Lucas sighed. “When trouble
comes, I’ll be standing right by your side.” He leaned his forehead against mine and we stood there for
a long moment, drawing strength from one another. Then he turned and walked down the hallway.
With a leaden stomach, I walked into first period. I spotted Cassie and dropped my books onto the
empty desk beside her. She looked up, startled, then smiled.
“Hey, rock star.”
“Huh?” I saw Cassie’s grin deepen and she pointed down to the school newspaper on her desk.
“You’re kind of a big deal,” she said. Her eyes flicked lightly around the room.
I turned and noticed most of the class staring at me with varying degrees of interest. More than
one guy straightened when my gaze passed over him. I groaned under my breath and snatched the
paper up off Cassie’s desk. Someone had snapped a picture in the mission. It must have been just after
the Thrall had attacked Lucas, but neither of them were in the shot. I was standing in the middle of the
sanctuary, hair streaming back from my face, my eyes shining with furious power.
Someone slid into the desk on my other side. I braced myself, expecting to find a dreamy-eyed boy
giving me a watery smile. I’d learned from experience that the best thing to do in these situations was
to end the crush before it had a chance to grow. But as I turned, my prepared speech died on my lips.
It was Amber. She gave me a cool glance, then turned her attention to the front of class where Mr.