My consciousness skirted around the edges of my sleep fogged brain. I didn't want to wake up yet. Opening my eyes and dealing with reality meant thinking about Lillith, left behind with Aaron and Dave. It meant worrying over how easy it was to get a hotel room and how many rooms were taken. And it meant thinking about Nick, and how we were going to rescue him. I snuggled closer the warmth next me, letting Burneys regular breaths lull me back into my false sense of safety. It would all be okay. It had to be okay. Didn't it? Glass shattered and a woman screamed. Burney and I were on our feet in an instant. "Ronnie?"My friend nodded."Where's Mike?""Not here," he said, glancing at the couch. Something thumped into our shared wall, knocking the faded picture of a sunset off its nail. It shattered on the carpet."Where are the guns?""With Stan.""Then let's go," I said, sprinting for the door."Fayle!""What?" "Catch," he said, throwing me a
We drove for half an hour before pulling over in a small clearing, just off the main road. Mike slid out and swapped seats with Burney. We all knew I wasn't his first pick as nurse, but Ronnie's hands were still shaking and Burney hadn't had enough practice for this type of wound.I tipped some of my bottled water over his shoulder, washing away the congealing blood. The puckered wound was a mess and tweezers or not, I couldn't get all the shrapnel out. Not that it mattered. The HG was lethally toxic, it was only a matter of time before he died. I focused on the needle in my hand, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Stan was gone, Mike wasn't far off and with each of their deaths, Nick was slipping further and further from my grasp."Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? The wound's not clean.""Poison or infection, we both know I'm gone. Just patch me up as best you can."I touched the butchered site and felt the needle slide into his bur
I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.The Henchmen ran by their own code and rarely had a problem eliminating the Scorchers that crossed their path. To City dwellers, Scorchers were vermin that had barely a thread of sanity between them and the only reason they weren't lumped into the same category as the shades and taken was because they were technically on our side. Up until now I'd always been on the other side of the wall, turning a blind eye to the atrocities that passed between them. This time however, I was on the receiving end. Ronnie slowed the car and pulled over, the blue and white lights signalling from behind. The driver got out and walked over, stopping outside Mike's window
My calves burned almost as much as my lungs. I could taste the blood sliding down the back of my wind torn throat and it made me want to vomit. I shook my head, forcing aside my tears. The image of Burney lying there, screaming at me to run was etched into the back of my eyelids and it was the only reason I hadn't crumpled into a useless heap on the ground.As far as I could tell, Lance wasn't following me. He'd got his kill and had a massive mess to clean up, and I was just one little girl running in the opposite direction of Quanu. But I'd looped back a while ago, and once I'd been sure of my freedom, I'd kept just inside the tree line. I would never have put myself in such a dangerous position if I'd had the choice, but it was this or risk the henchmen again. By some miracle I'd avoided being taken, by them and the shades and now it was getting harder to ignore the small seed of hope blossoming in my heaving chest. The road into the city was drawing closer and not only
The thick door let off a low vibrating sound, followed by a deep clang. I yanked on the handle at the sound of the buzzer and pulled, throwing the last of my strength into it. It slid open like silk, my grunt the only sign that it weighed ten times more than it looked. I glanced at the elevator and decided to give it a miss. The stairs would probably kill me, but I'd heard too many conspiracy theories on how the government kept tabs on where you were by locating your fingerprints at access points like these. And with the tattooed man's vendetta against me? The stairs felt like my safest option.I pushed open the fire door with my back and started up the cement stairs, one sluggish foot after the other until I reached the second floor. My body was on fire, and everything hurt. My legs, my chest, my head, my heart.I leant against the second story access door and scrubbed my budding tears with the back of my hand. Screw the conspiracies, I was too wasted for this. If that ma
"If that's what you would have me do.""Indeed it is. Molly?"She appeared beside me, seeming to materialise out of thin air. "Show my niece to her room where she can shower and rest, then pop out and find her a dress for tonight. Red I think. You know what I like," He said, swivelling back to his desk.I shuddered. We all knew what kind of dresses he liked. The type that didn't leave much to the imagination, ones that made the word whore explode into even the cleanest of minds. Molly bobbed her head and led me out. She took me past the marble topped kitchen where two chefs were already at work and down a side hallway to my new room, the one directly opposite my Uncle's. "There's a bathroom with a shower and toilet back there," she said, pointing to a door in the far corner, "and you'll find towels in the walk in 'robe."I forced a smile. It's not that I didn't appreciate her telling me the obvious, I just wanted her gone. I was past the point o
"You'll be staying with me until your inquiry is over.""No I will not!" That would throw more than a spanner in my effort to find Nick, and I needed every spare second I could get my hands on."This is not a discussion, it's an order.""You can't make me.""Yes I can," he said, his voice dropping as he stepped towards me.My eyes narrowed. He was serious, and even more infuriating was the fact that he could take me down. Easily, by the looks of it."Let's go then," I said, frustrated with not having a choice. If it wasn't the Scorchers forcing me into something, it was residents of Quanu. First my uncle, and now him. Was there no such thing as freedom anymore? "What about your things?" "I have this," I said, pointing to the scrap of satin material I was wearing, "and the clothes I arrived in." The clothes soaked in memories of Burney's death."We'll fix that tomorrow," he said, leading me into the foyer."Why, don't you like me in
He undid it as gently as he could and peeled back my dress, my strapless bra the only thing left covering me from his scrutiny."He got you good," he said, checking over every mark and bruise, "But it doesn't look like he broke anything.""The pain would suggest otherwise.""Looks like you’re tough enough to handle it," he said, tracing the burn on my shoulder with his cool fingers.I shrugged, feeling self conscious beneath his eyes as he let his hand fall."I'll get you something for your head."He shuffled through one of the lower drawers in his small kitchen until he found what he was looking for. He filled a glass with water and staggered back to dropp two tablets into my hand. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed, hating that I didn't know what they were, though I wasn't about to argue.I needed the pain relief. Even if it was only for the physical. "Do you want a shower?"I shuddered, thinking of