Shadow of the Mark

by Leigh Fallon

  Dedication

  FOR CHLOE, MEGAN, FIONN, AND RÍAN.

  I LOVE YOU, MY STINKIES.

  Contents

  Dedication

  One: First Day Back

  Two: Love and Stuff

  Three: Introductions

  Four: Reinstated

  Five: Developments

  Six: Intended

  Seven: Ninja

  Eight: Shocker

  Nine: Complications

  Ten: Bad Behavior

  Eleven: Uncovered

  Twelve: Ensnared

  Thirteen: Confusion

  Fourteen: Orust

  Fifteen: Friends

  Sixteen: The Knights

  Seventeen: Reunion

  Eighteen: Sparring

  Nineteen: Secrets

  Twenty: Hate

  Twenty-one: Decisions

  Twenty-two: Cluaín

  Twenty-three: Consequences

  Twenty-four: Accusations

  Twenty-five: If Truth Be Told

  Twenty-six: Voices of Old

  Twenty-seven: Sacrifices

  Twenty-eight: The Fifth

  Twenty-nine: Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Leigh Fallon

  Back Ads

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  One

  FIRST DAY BACK

  As 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 watche
d 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.”

  Two

  LOVE AND STUFF

  After 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.

  Fionn shrugged. “I’m not sure we’ll ever know. Oh, one more thing. Rían is coming home at the end of the week.”

  “Great!” squealed Áine.

  Rían had spent the last two weeks with the Dublin Order, and I didn’t think we would see him again so soon. Despite our rocky start, he and I had become good friends, and I missed his crankiness and snarky remarks.

  “The Dublin Order is coming down ahead of him,” Fionn continued, “so I’ll need you all around tomorrow. That includes you, Megan.”

  “Why isn’t Rían traveling with them?” Adam asked.

  “Apparently the Order has some news for us that they wanted to share sooner rather than later, and Rían has work he needs to finish up.”

  My heart skipped a beat. I knew Hugh had been toiling over the Scribes. Maybe he’d finally made sense of the scrambled writings. Maybe he had found a solution for Adam and me. It felt like too much to hope for, but I caught Adam’s eye and could tell he was thinking the same thing. Was it possible we would figure out a way to truly be together?

  We were all in high spirits during the training session that followed. Fionn watched closely as we took turns releasing our elements, then holding them tightly in our control. As soon as Adam finished, I was up.

  “Easy now, Megan,” Fionn said. “Let it trickle out at first and then build the strength.”

  He had nothing to worry about. I wasn’t fighting to build strength. I was fighting to control it. I felt the power in me, and it was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I closed my eyes; with the slightest movement of my hands, my element rushed from me, reveling in its freedom. I felt it as it brushed by Áine and twisted around Adam.

  “Good,” Fionn said. “Now pull it toward you and hold it steady.”

  The air around us shuddered and glistened like the surface of a bubble. It slowly pulled together, growing denser, until I felt each molecule submit, waiting for my instruction.

  “Yes! That’s it. Perfect.” Fionn clapped his hands together, then pointed at Áine and Adam. “You both could learn a lot from that performance. I suggest you practice some more.” He put his hand on my shoulder as he passed by on the way back to the house. “Really good work, Megan.”

  Instead of practicing, Áine and Adam turned the next hour into a session of one-upmanship. I sat back and watched the sheer awesomeness of elemental control mix with sibling rivalry. It wasn’t until Adam had Randel encased in a perfect sphere of glittering water, and Áine summoned a flock of seagulls that converged on Adam and lifted him from the ground, that they both conceded.

  Later, Adam lay on his bed beside me, propped up on one elbow, while his other hand gently brushed up and down my arm. He rolled me over to face him, and for a brief moment, time stood still. Along with my own attraction to Adam, my element jolted in my chest and sent white heat through my limbs, leaving me feeling like I was rolling in a ball of warm, soft cotton. I loved the sensation of our elements’ recognition of each other, and it was getting stronger all the time.

  Giving in to the urge, we leaned closer until our lips met. Soon we were crushing each other with the intensity of a kiss that fought to satisfy the desire of the elements and our own hearts. The air reacted, whipping my hair up and scat
tering pages of homework from the bed onto the floor. The condensation from the window surged toward us and spun into a spiraling motion that pushed us together. We reluctantly pulled away from each other, gasping. The tug in my chest stung.

  Adam still had his eyes closed. He looked pale. “It’s getting harder to stop,” he breathed.

  “I know.” I gently caressed his eyelids. “Look at me.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Adam, let me see.”

  His thick, dark lashes resisted a few seconds longer, before he slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were enlarged to their fullest and surrounded by the most vivid blue imaginable.

  “I don’t like you seeing them like this,” he growled.

  I held his face in my hands. “Don’t be silly. I love your eyes, whatever the shade.”

  “It’s not the color I’m worried about,” he said, rolling away.

  I sighed. “Adam, we need to talk about the proph—”

  “No! I’m sick of hearing about prophecies that foretell our doom.” He walked over to the window, gazing across the farmland that ran for miles off into the horizon. “If the Order gets wind of what’s happening to us, it will confirm all their fears. We’ll be moved to separate continents to”—he held up his fingers, making quotation marks in the air—“avoid the end of the world.”

  I padded across the creaking timber floors and curled my arms around him, pressing the side of my face into his tensed back. I knew deep down, this new phenomenon had the potential for trouble, but I didn’t want to be kept away from Adam either. The surging power was something we had to learn to control. It was the Order’s belief that a union between Marked Ones would spell destruction, but I still clung to the hope of the unnamed pair mentioned in the Druid Scribes. They were Marked like Adam and me, and yet there was little information on them, leading us to believe their lives together may have been uneventful. I hoped again that Hugh’s visit would bring good news.

  “We’ll tell them,” Adam whispered. “Just not yet. Okay?”

  “Okay.” I peered around his shoulder and watched the last of the evening sun creep down his face until he was shaded in darkness.