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“Would the pair of you like to turn your backs so you exclude us more effectively?” Jode asks.
“We’re just adding to the list.” I hold up my journal.
“Daryn.” Gideon shakes his head, pretending to be disappointed. “It’s our list.”
“A list?” Jode leans back, resting his head against his bag. “What’s this list about?”
Rather than explain it, I just lean over and give it to him.
Gideon puts his hand over his heart and winces. “I hate sharing, Martin.”
I lean up, whispering in his ear. “Some things are only for you.”
He gives me a long unblinking look that makes my face burn and my body feel light and hot.
“This is an outrage,” Jode says dryly. “I’m in here once and Gideon is here … two, three, four times?”
“Three,” I say. “The last one doesn’t really count.”
“Oh, it counts,” Gideon says.
“How many times am I in it?” Marcus asks.
“Are you guys making this a competition?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely. And I’m dominating.”
“For real,” Marcus says. “How many times am I on there?”
“Once, like me. For your winning smile.” Jode closes the notebook and tosses it to Marcus. “But don’t let it go to your head. Gideon’s arse has a spot on the list as well.”
Gideon looks at me and winks. “Like I said, dominating.”
“Dare, you got a pen?” Marcus asks.
This catches me by surprise for a moment. “Yes.” I toss it to him, smiling. This is perfect. Whatever he adds, it’s already perfect.
As Marcus writes, Jode leans back and gazes up at the trees. “You’re thinking it’ll be five for you after this. Aren’t you, Gideon?”
“You know me well, Ellis.”
Marcus finishes writing. He sets the pen in the fold and hands the journal to Gideon. I lean in and read.
Marcus’s handwriting is elegant cursive—almost astonishingly elegant. And what he wrote is, as expected, perfection. Even better is that Gideon reads it aloud.
“‘Twenty-eight. The family you make.’” He looks at Marcus. “Damn right, bro. This is the best one here.” He looks at me. “Tied with fourteen.”
“Ah, yes,” Jode says. “Gideon’s Super Lips.”
Marcus shakes his head at me. “Why?”
“It was a mistake. I wrote it before the list went public. What’s your addition, Jode? It can be anything. Anything that has significance to you.”
“Full English breakfast,” he says, without missing a beat. “Bacon, eggs, sausages, baked beans, grilled tomato, mushrooms, toast, marmalade. With tea, of course. One of life’s undeniable pleasures.”
My mouth instantly waters. “Well, it’s no trail mix, but all right.” I add “English Breakfast” to the list.”
― Seeker
“We’re just adding to the list.” I hold up my journal.
“Daryn.” Gideon shakes his head, pretending to be disappointed. “It’s our list.”
“A list?” Jode leans back, resting his head against his bag. “What’s this list about?”
Rather than explain it, I just lean over and give it to him.
Gideon puts his hand over his heart and winces. “I hate sharing, Martin.”
I lean up, whispering in his ear. “Some things are only for you.”
He gives me a long unblinking look that makes my face burn and my body feel light and hot.
“This is an outrage,” Jode says dryly. “I’m in here once and Gideon is here … two, three, four times?”
“Three,” I say. “The last one doesn’t really count.”
“Oh, it counts,” Gideon says.
“How many times am I in it?” Marcus asks.
“Are you guys making this a competition?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely. And I’m dominating.”
“For real,” Marcus says. “How many times am I on there?”
“Once, like me. For your winning smile.” Jode closes the notebook and tosses it to Marcus. “But don’t let it go to your head. Gideon’s arse has a spot on the list as well.”
Gideon looks at me and winks. “Like I said, dominating.”
“Dare, you got a pen?” Marcus asks.
This catches me by surprise for a moment. “Yes.” I toss it to him, smiling. This is perfect. Whatever he adds, it’s already perfect.
As Marcus writes, Jode leans back and gazes up at the trees. “You’re thinking it’ll be five for you after this. Aren’t you, Gideon?”
“You know me well, Ellis.”
Marcus finishes writing. He sets the pen in the fold and hands the journal to Gideon. I lean in and read.
Marcus’s handwriting is elegant cursive—almost astonishingly elegant. And what he wrote is, as expected, perfection. Even better is that Gideon reads it aloud.
“‘Twenty-eight. The family you make.’” He looks at Marcus. “Damn right, bro. This is the best one here.” He looks at me. “Tied with fourteen.”
“Ah, yes,” Jode says. “Gideon’s Super Lips.”
Marcus shakes his head at me. “Why?”
“It was a mistake. I wrote it before the list went public. What’s your addition, Jode? It can be anything. Anything that has significance to you.”
“Full English breakfast,” he says, without missing a beat. “Bacon, eggs, sausages, baked beans, grilled tomato, mushrooms, toast, marmalade. With tea, of course. One of life’s undeniable pleasures.”
My mouth instantly waters. “Well, it’s no trail mix, but all right.” I add “English Breakfast” to the list.”
― Seeker
“He smiles. I sit a few feet away and watch as he unpacks the linen bag.
“Torin packed this, not Rayna, so who knows what we’ll find.”
“Eye of newt and toe of frog,” I mutter.
“Wool of bat and tongue of dog.” He smiles, waiting for me to pick up the next verse.
“Sorry. That’s all I know.”
He props his arms on his knees. “‘Adder’s fork and blind worm’s sting,’” he continues, affecting a macabre tone, “‘lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, for a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.’”
“Yum. Breakfast of champions. Is howlet an owl?”
“It is indeed.”
“And blind worm must be a snake?”
“No. Blind worms are lizards with no legs.”
“That makes sense. That’s why those were added separately—the lizard legs.”
“No respectable brew is complete without them.”
“There should be some soft ingredients in there for flavor balance, like butterfly wings and dove’s feathers.”
His eyebrows rise. “You’d eat butterfly wings?”
“Never. I don’t know why I said that. I love butterflies.”
“A symbol of rebirth and resurrection, I might add.”
“Subtle, Samrael. Real subtle.” I catch myself smiling. But if he’s good—if he’s really changed—then smiling is fine. Right?”
― Seeker
“Torin packed this, not Rayna, so who knows what we’ll find.”
“Eye of newt and toe of frog,” I mutter.
“Wool of bat and tongue of dog.” He smiles, waiting for me to pick up the next verse.
“Sorry. That’s all I know.”
He props his arms on his knees. “‘Adder’s fork and blind worm’s sting,’” he continues, affecting a macabre tone, “‘lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, for a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.’”
“Yum. Breakfast of champions. Is howlet an owl?”
“It is indeed.”
“And blind worm must be a snake?”
“No. Blind worms are lizards with no legs.”
“That makes sense. That’s why those were added separately—the lizard legs.”
“No respectable brew is complete without them.”
“There should be some soft ingredients in there for flavor balance, like butterfly wings and dove’s feathers.”
His eyebrows rise. “You’d eat butterfly wings?”
“Never. I don’t know why I said that. I love butterflies.”
“A symbol of rebirth and resurrection, I might add.”
“Subtle, Samrael. Real subtle.” I catch myself smiling. But if he’s good—if he’s really changed—then smiling is fine. Right?”
― Seeker
“Well, I’ve been at Cambridge,” Jode says.
“Jode’s also been with Anna,” Marcus adds with a mischievous smile.
Gideon shakes his head. “A little respect?”
I’m glad to see them teasing each other. I was worried about the fallout from the haunting, but with Sebastian back, everyone’s happy. United.
Bas’s eyes go wide, turning from Jode to Gideon. “Wait, wait, wait. Your sister? That Anna?”
“Yes, that Anna,” Jode says. “And I truly don’t see why it’s such an issue for you, Gideon. It’s not as though I’ve shared the details about—”
“One more word, Jode. Seriously, man. One more.”
Jode laughs. “Anyhow.” He gestures between Gideon and me. “I think we’re looking past the obvious here.”
Bas breaks into a huge grin. “You two? The two of you? That’s awesome!”
“I broke down her defenses,” Gideon says matter-of-factly.
“He didn’t,” I say. “My defenses are perfectly secure. We’re conducting friendly negotiations.”
“Our negotiations are a lot more than friendly.”
“On occasion.”
“Such passion,” Jode says. “It’s electrifying.”
― Seeker
“Jode’s also been with Anna,” Marcus adds with a mischievous smile.
Gideon shakes his head. “A little respect?”
I’m glad to see them teasing each other. I was worried about the fallout from the haunting, but with Sebastian back, everyone’s happy. United.
Bas’s eyes go wide, turning from Jode to Gideon. “Wait, wait, wait. Your sister? That Anna?”
“Yes, that Anna,” Jode says. “And I truly don’t see why it’s such an issue for you, Gideon. It’s not as though I’ve shared the details about—”
“One more word, Jode. Seriously, man. One more.”
Jode laughs. “Anyhow.” He gestures between Gideon and me. “I think we’re looking past the obvious here.”
Bas breaks into a huge grin. “You two? The two of you? That’s awesome!”
“I broke down her defenses,” Gideon says matter-of-factly.
“He didn’t,” I say. “My defenses are perfectly secure. We’re conducting friendly negotiations.”
“Our negotiations are a lot more than friendly.”
“On occasion.”
“Such passion,” Jode says. “It’s electrifying.”
― Seeker
“I interrupt Jode. “Marcus, what?”
“Nothing.”
I look at Daryn. “Why is he pissed at me?”
“You attacked him,” she says. “In a haunting.”
Haunting? I instantly know—she and Marcus went through their own trial. “I attacked him. I did?”
“Yes. A dozen of you. Perfect look-alikes.”
“A dozen Gideons?” Jode’s eyebrows shoot up. “The sarcasm must have been intolerable.”
― Seeker
“Nothing.”
I look at Daryn. “Why is he pissed at me?”
“You attacked him,” she says. “In a haunting.”
Haunting? I instantly know—she and Marcus went through their own trial. “I attacked him. I did?”
“Yes. A dozen of you. Perfect look-alikes.”
“A dozen Gideons?” Jode’s eyebrows shoot up. “The sarcasm must have been intolerable.”
― Seeker
“What do you want for breakfast?” I reach into one of our supply bags. “Trail mix, trail mix, or a granola bar—trail mix that’s glued together? Keep in mind that we should probably get going in about five minutes.”
“Hmm. Tough one.” She squints at the sky in thought. “I’m going to have to go with my favorite. Trail mix.”
― Seeker
“Hmm. Tough one.” She squints at the sky in thought. “I’m going to have to go with my favorite. Trail mix.”
― Seeker
“First of all, I’ve never been afraid of you. I’ve been afraid of being with you. Secondly, you have it backward. I knew you wouldn’t run. I was afraid I would. I was afraid I don’t have the ‘stick-around’ gene, and that I’d just check out like my dad. By keeping things superficial, I was sparing us the bigger hurt when I leave.”
He leans back a little, the tension releasing from his brow. He nods. “Solid read on me, Martin. But you’re wrong about you.”
“I am?”
“Hundred percent. You might take the long road from time to time, but you never actually leave. You’re here for Bas, aren’t you? And you’re going home to your family when this is over, right? You’re not a leaver. Especially not when it comes to me. You’re in really deep when it comes to me. I mean, Daryn, you infiltrated a military base to take a picture of my ass. You’re a goner. Believe me. You’re not going anywhere.”
I want to disagree with him, but I just laugh.”
― Seeker
He leans back a little, the tension releasing from his brow. He nods. “Solid read on me, Martin. But you’re wrong about you.”
“I am?”
“Hundred percent. You might take the long road from time to time, but you never actually leave. You’re here for Bas, aren’t you? And you’re going home to your family when this is over, right? You’re not a leaver. Especially not when it comes to me. You’re in really deep when it comes to me. I mean, Daryn, you infiltrated a military base to take a picture of my ass. You’re a goner. Believe me. You’re not going anywhere.”
I want to disagree with him, but I just laugh.”
― Seeker
“Random stuff starts popping into my head, like the time Bas and I were having a discussion at the train station in Denmark over whether it was okay to order a Danish or not.
Gideon, it is rude. You’d never order an American, would you? Or an Australian?
If someone asked me for an American I’d say, “You got one right in front of you.”
You’re missing the point. They’re asking because they’re looking for food.
I’m pretty sure I taste amazing.
Okay. I dare you. Walk up to those girls over there and ask if they’re hungry for an American.
I would’ve done it to make him laugh. But at that point I was already thinking about Daryn all the time. She was the only girl I would’ve allowed to cannibalize me.”
― Seeker
Gideon, it is rude. You’d never order an American, would you? Or an Australian?
If someone asked me for an American I’d say, “You got one right in front of you.”
You’re missing the point. They’re asking because they’re looking for food.
I’m pretty sure I taste amazing.
Okay. I dare you. Walk up to those girls over there and ask if they’re hungry for an American.
I would’ve done it to make him laugh. But at that point I was already thinking about Daryn all the time. She was the only girl I would’ve allowed to cannibalize me.”
― Seeker
“I expected a dozen people packed into our cabin again but it’s only her and Ben, the guy with the buzz cut and black glasses who looks like a young astronaut. Clean-cut and stupendously brilliant.
Cordero’s not too far off. She’s businesslike in her dark suit, but there’s also a military assuredness to her actions. I get the feeling that when a situation takes a nosedive she knows where the emergency exits are and how to deploy the water slide.”
― Seeker
Cordero’s not too far off. She’s businesslike in her dark suit, but there’s also a military assuredness to her actions. I get the feeling that when a situation takes a nosedive she knows where the emergency exits are and how to deploy the water slide.”
― Seeker
“I’m about to sit by Marcus and Jode when I see Daryn enter the women’s room.
I should go talk to her. Clear the air. The sooner the better.
“The men’s room is that way, G,” Marcus says.
“But Daryn’s not in the men’s room,” Jode adds.
Marcus’s eyebrows climb. “Ohhh.”
“Get your asses up and watch the door,” I tell them. “And shut up? Like, preemptively shut up about anything you do or do not observe in the next ten minutes.”
― Seeker
I should go talk to her. Clear the air. The sooner the better.
“The men’s room is that way, G,” Marcus says.
“But Daryn’s not in the men’s room,” Jode adds.
Marcus’s eyebrows climb. “Ohhh.”
“Get your asses up and watch the door,” I tell them. “And shut up? Like, preemptively shut up about anything you do or do not observe in the next ten minutes.”
― Seeker
“What’s keeping them so long?” Jode tugs at his hair. “Have I gone completely gray yet? Do I look like Gandalf the Grey?”
Lucent shakes his massive white head, as impatient as his rider. He’s ready to go, too.
“Yes,” I say. “You’re exactly like Gandalf, except a pop-star version. Lord of the Sing.”
“This isn’t good, man,” Marcus says.
“Yeah, it was a reach.”
― Seeker
Lucent shakes his massive white head, as impatient as his rider. He’s ready to go, too.
“Yes,” I say. “You’re exactly like Gandalf, except a pop-star version. Lord of the Sing.”
“This isn’t good, man,” Marcus says.
“Yeah, it was a reach.”
― Seeker
“Blue.”
mind and heart at war
for war
sky blue above me
inside me
my mind is mine
my wild heart is not
blue is what you are
darken
surround me”
― Seeker
mind and heart at war
for war
sky blue above me
inside me
my mind is mine
my wild heart is not
blue is what you are
darken
surround me”
― Seeker
“Jode’s phone rings. He slips it out of his pocket and smiles. “Anna,” he says. He moves further into the room, his voice goofy and high like he’s talking to a kitten instead of my sister.
This perfect capper on my day makes Marcus laugh.
I shake my head. “I hate you. I’m going to go destroy something.”
“Emergency stairs at the end of the hall,” he says, knowing what I really need. “There’s roof access.”
That’s where I go.”
― Seeker
This perfect capper on my day makes Marcus laugh.
I shake my head. “I hate you. I’m going to go destroy something.”
“Emergency stairs at the end of the hall,” he says, knowing what I really need. “There’s roof access.”
That’s where I go.”
― Seeker
“Riot comes up in a quiet whirl of flames stirring on the concrete floor. They build into a small burning tornado that solidifies into thousands of pounds of smoldering horse.
Broad. Red. All raw power.
If he were a real horse, he’d be a medium draft horse, or a warmblood. Not a Budweiser Clydesdale, but you wouldn’t see him winning the Kentucky Derby, either. The guys joke because he’s the biggest of our mounts. A lightweight tank with an attitude. But he’s the greatest companion. The best. I can’t even picture what my life was like before he came along.
His amber eyes find me first, then look around, checking things out, eventually coming back to me.
I smile. It’s not that I hear his thoughts. It’s more that I know them.
Bad day, Gideon? That’s too bad. But I’m here now so you’ll be better. Hey, nice view.
“Come here, horse,” I say, but I’m the one who goes to him. I call up my armor so I don’t have to be careful about burning my clothes. Then I bury my hands deep into his mane, sending a shiver of embers into the night sky.
He makes a low deep sound, telling me he’s listening. That I can tell him what I’d never say to anyone, not even Marcus.
“I screwed up, Riot. Didn’t stick with the plan. Said some really stupid things. Really stupid.”
Ohhh. That’s not good, Gideon. But it happens. Especially with Daryn. Don’t worry. Tomorrow you’ll do your best and try to fix it. I like Wyoming.
I laugh. Then I let my face fall forward, and rest my forehead on his broad neck. Letting his fire spread over me, and through me, and around me.
Warm. True.
Like peace.”
― Seeker
Broad. Red. All raw power.
If he were a real horse, he’d be a medium draft horse, or a warmblood. Not a Budweiser Clydesdale, but you wouldn’t see him winning the Kentucky Derby, either. The guys joke because he’s the biggest of our mounts. A lightweight tank with an attitude. But he’s the greatest companion. The best. I can’t even picture what my life was like before he came along.
His amber eyes find me first, then look around, checking things out, eventually coming back to me.
I smile. It’s not that I hear his thoughts. It’s more that I know them.
Bad day, Gideon? That’s too bad. But I’m here now so you’ll be better. Hey, nice view.
“Come here, horse,” I say, but I’m the one who goes to him. I call up my armor so I don’t have to be careful about burning my clothes. Then I bury my hands deep into his mane, sending a shiver of embers into the night sky.
He makes a low deep sound, telling me he’s listening. That I can tell him what I’d never say to anyone, not even Marcus.
“I screwed up, Riot. Didn’t stick with the plan. Said some really stupid things. Really stupid.”
Ohhh. That’s not good, Gideon. But it happens. Especially with Daryn. Don’t worry. Tomorrow you’ll do your best and try to fix it. I like Wyoming.
I laugh. Then I let my face fall forward, and rest my forehead on his broad neck. Letting his fire spread over me, and through me, and around me.
Warm. True.
Like peace.”
― Seeker
“Anyway, this part of the discussion isn’t up for discussion.”
“Maybe it should be,” Cordero offers. “Maybe you should consider that she might’ve shown up to see you and left because she wasn’t ready.”
Marcus crosses his arms. “She could’ve seen your prosthetic.”
“You mean this?” I raise my robohand. It’s capable of fifty distinct gestures, but the bird’s one of my top-used ones.
Marcus is already smiling. He knew it was coming.
“It might have taken even less,” Jode adds. “One look at you could’ve sent her running.”
An image flashes through my mind. Daryn seeing me, then doing an about-face and hauling ass like she’s in a B horror film.
I have to laugh. It’s just so sad. “How is this relevant to anything?” I’m sweating and I can’t sit any longer. I stand and brace my hands on the back of the chair. “Hey, Ben,” I call into the warehouse. “How’s your personal life? You got any rejections you want to dissect with our psychologist-boss?”
Ben jumps up and rounds his desk. “Definitely. I’m the king of rejection.”
“Dude, then I’m your co-monarch.”
“Blake,” Cordero warns.
“We’ll talk later, Ben. Keep after it. You’re doing great.”
― Seeker
“Maybe it should be,” Cordero offers. “Maybe you should consider that she might’ve shown up to see you and left because she wasn’t ready.”
Marcus crosses his arms. “She could’ve seen your prosthetic.”
“You mean this?” I raise my robohand. It’s capable of fifty distinct gestures, but the bird’s one of my top-used ones.
Marcus is already smiling. He knew it was coming.
“It might have taken even less,” Jode adds. “One look at you could’ve sent her running.”
An image flashes through my mind. Daryn seeing me, then doing an about-face and hauling ass like she’s in a B horror film.
I have to laugh. It’s just so sad. “How is this relevant to anything?” I’m sweating and I can’t sit any longer. I stand and brace my hands on the back of the chair. “Hey, Ben,” I call into the warehouse. “How’s your personal life? You got any rejections you want to dissect with our psychologist-boss?”
Ben jumps up and rounds his desk. “Definitely. I’m the king of rejection.”
“Dude, then I’m your co-monarch.”
“Blake,” Cordero warns.
“We’ll talk later, Ben. Keep after it. You’re doing great.”
― Seeker
