Everlife Trilogy Complete Collection: Firstlife ; Lifeblood ; Everlife

by Gena Showalter

  I jump to my feet, propelled by a surge of adrenaline; it’s like rocket fuel has been poured into my veins. “Ten.”

  Her wild, mismatched gaze finds me. We share a stolen moment of relief: she’s here, we’re together again, and all will be well. Then she collapses, hitting the ground with a thud.

  My own knees begin to quake. The manna I consumed did, in fact, aid her, but not enough. “Help her,” I shout. “Or my new mission in life will be killin’ every single one of you.”

  “She needs manna,” Biscuit barks. “Get some, like, now, or get bit.”

  “I have more,” Dawn says, her voice hoarse once again.

  I curse my helplessness as the Healer removes the last syringe from the first aid kit. The rest of the group swarms her, crouching and blocking Ten from my view. Even Archer. With a moan, he lumbers to his knees and crawls to her.

  My hands fist, and my teeth grind, but I say nothing. Must keep my cool. Perception is reality. To protest is to reveal my thoughts and emotions to my enemies, and that I will not do. Knowledge is power.

  That phrase. It’s familiar to me. I think… I think Ten has said it to me.

  Are more of my memories returning?

  I back away from the action and sit down, leaning against the wall, keeping my expression blank. No one who glances my way will suspect my heart is galloping as if I’m in the middle of a race. Who cares about my memories right now? I need to know if Ten will pull through.

  She must. What’s the worst that can happen? She dies, causing me to die? So what? I’ll be reborn.

  Doubt immediately flickers. What if Ten is right? What if I’m not reborn, but a prisoner of Many Ends?

  Why do Myriadians go to Many Ends and Troikans enter into the Rest?

  The shadows sink their claws deeper into my mind…hiding the answer from me? With a snarl, I slam my fists into my temples, attempting to dislodge the block—failing. The throbbing pain in my hands eases, at least, and my jaw aligns.

  “She’s responding,” Dawn says, her tone now as bubbly as champagne. “She’s going to be okay.”

  Cheers ring out. Everyone hugs everyone else.

  I’m Ten’s husband, but I’m not her family. Nor am I a part of this celebration. As always, I’m an outsider looking in. And that’s the way I like it. Can’t forget—I’m better off on my own.

  So why do I feel like a fire poker is being shoved through my rib cage?

  Easy answer: The manna must not have healed the bulk of Ten’s wounds.

  “Where’s Reed?” she asks as she sits up.

  Silence. The others look at themselves, clearly trying to decide what to tell her.

  I strain my eyes to look past other people’s limbs…think I see her profile. She appears strong, steady.

  “Where is Reed?” she asks again. “Tell me.”

  “General John took him,” I say. She deserves the truth.

  Deacon slants me a death glare.

  What? Rip the bandage, TL, before she rips you apart. “John hasn’t listed his demands yet, but we can guess what he wants. Control over me, and therefore you.”

  Her shoulders droop. “You guys aren’t the only ones with bad news. Nico is… Well, there’s no easy way to tell you. He’s dead. He attacked me, desperate to violate his covenant so he could defect to Myriad without the hassle of a trial. He wanted to be with Victor and I… I just… I’m sorry.”

  Archer scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. I should have seen my brother’s evil heart. I know him better than most. Or thought I did. I should have stopped him before I died.”

  I’ve lost track of Ten, the others’ movements keeping her well hidden, until she reaches out to twine her fingers with Archer’s, offering comfort. Hell, no.

  If realm covenants can be broken without court, marriage covenants can be broken without court.

  Has she decided Archer is the better man for her?

  —Look at me.—My heart projects the command directly at Ten, without permission from my mind. My Troikan side needs her within sight now.

  To my relief, she stands and pushes through the crowd, leaving the severed hand on the floor—out of my reach. Her gaze seeks mine. Everyone’s gaze seeks mine. The color has returned to her cheeks, her skin luminous. My hands itch to hold her, almost as if they remember her softness even though I do not.

  My Myriadian side says, Reveal nothing. I force a yawn.

  She takes a step toward me, stops. Head high, she asks, “Have I starred in any new memories?”

  In an effort to drag a reaction from her, I pucker my lips as if I just tasted a lemon. She’s taken a page from my book, her tone neutral, disguising her emotions. Tables, turned. It sucks.

  The pulse in her neck pounds—with nervousness at what I might have recalled? Success! “Only our tattoos,” I reply. “One. Four. Three. Ten.” I love you, Ten. “The tattoos, and the reason for them, change nothing.”

  Hurt sizzles the bond, and my guilt flares.

  Biscuit trots to her and shoves his nose where the sun doesn’t shine, probably hoping to lighten the mood. Yelping, she jumps away. The dog grins and licks her hand.

  All right. Fine. I admit it. I like him.

  “Got you a present.” Tenley tosses my ring through the cage bars. The one Shamus stole. I catch it, the sight and feel of it comforting me on a level I don’t quite understand. “Try to take better care of it this time.”

  What I think she means: Take better care of my heart.

  My guilt magnifies. “I willna thank you.”

  Shrug. She removes the wrist cuffs and tosses those through the bars, as well.

  I reel. She’s not just releasing me, she’s arming me.

  “Go,” she tells the others, her gaze never straying from me. “Work with the Generals. Save Reed.”

  Protests erupt as I strap the cuffs in place. Only Biscuit remains silent.

  “You guys have to turn your backs on me,” she says. “There’s no other way. Tell the Generals absolutely everything they want to know. The princess will help Raanan cleanse the Abrogates and save Sloan. He’s going to need more Light than I can give him.”

  New protests ring out.

  “I’ll go with Raanan,” Deacon says. “I’ll watch over Sloan.”

  Ten nods. “I’ll free Killian, and we’ll be long gone before they can stop us. Mostly, I’d rather you were as far away from us as possible. If Killian were to hurt one of you—”

  “All of you,” I correct.

  Her eyes narrow, the first sign of trouble. “I’d have to hurt him, which would in turn hurt me.”

  “There’s no way I’ll betray you,” Archer says, lifting his chin. “Not now, not ever.”

  “You’re not betraying me,” she replies. “You’re helping me.”

  “And now you’re irritating me.”

  Their easy camaraderie irritates me. As my wife, she should banter with me, and only me.

  Archer rubs the back of his neck. “Killian could evade you and turn his sights to the destruction of the realm.”

  “Yes. He’s told me.” She smiles at me slowly, coldly. “But he’s as bound to Troika as he is to me. He might fight the connection, but it’s there. Hurting our realm will weaken him, and he will never purposely weaken himself.”

  She isn’t wrong.

  Frustration mounts. All right. New plan. Escape without harming Troika. Return to Myriad with Ten. Find a way to break our bond. Give her to Ambrosine. Receive a promotion.

  Different pangs raze my chest. First guilt. Then remorse. Finally loss.

  Ignore. Focus on the prize. Maybe, when all of this is over, I’ll enjoy my life for once.

  Or hate myself more than ever.

  “Don’t go,” Deacon says. “You’ll be on your own in Myriad, surrounded by the enemy. I doubt y
ou’ll escape. What are we supposed to tell your brother then, huh?”

  I bite my cheek to stifle a snarl. He’s trying to manipulate her. I know, because I’ve often done the same thing to others.

  “Someone has to stand in the gap,” she says. “For those who won’t, or can’t. So you’ll tell Jeremy I love him.” Tears fill her eyes, but she blinks them away. “That I died fighting for what I believe in. Peace, and salvation for the damned. You’ll tell him I regret nothing.”

  Her words shut down any other protests.

  She hugs Clay, Raanan, Dawn and Deacon, then Archer. His hug lasts seconds longer.

  I’m grinding my molars all over again. Jealousy has never been part of my playbook, and I’m not sure how to deal. Well, besides killing Archer.

  The idea has merit. Should have struck while I had the chance. Ten would never forgive me, of course, so even if I continued to want her, I’d never be able to have her. Two birds, one stone. Or dagger.

  Finally, everyone but Ten and Biscuit takes off. The dog hangs back, determined to stick to her side. “Protect my friends while I’m gone.”

  “Nope. Sorry. Where you go, I go.” His tone is petulant.

  How quickly the dog has bonded to her. I bite my cheek until I taste blood. How quickly I bonded to her.

  Frowning, Ten presses a hand against her cheek. “Please,” she says to Biscuit. “I’m begging you.”

  I jerk with astonishment. Begging. She’s begging. Has no concept of the damage she’s doing to her pride. I want to close my eyes, cover my ears. For a moment, my chest feels as if acid has been poured inside.

  “You’re so strong, Biscuit,” she adds. “You can protect my friends while I’m away. Please. I need them protected.”

  A pause. Then a sigh. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you had better return—or I’ll go digging for bones inside your friends.” He presses a paw against her before running out the door.

  With a sigh of her own, Ten picks up the General’s severed hand. Steps slow; a bit unsure, she approaches my cage.

  “Shall we bargain for my freedom?” I ask before she can speak. She has conditions for my release, no doubt. If I seem eager to participate, she’ll be more likely to believe I’ll keep my word.

  “No,” she says with a shake of her head. “I can’t trust you to keep your word.”

  Ouch.

  She’s not the first to say so, but she’s the first I’m unwilling to charm out of her pique. An action that has always proven necessary in order to win spirits for Myriad. Necessary, and annoying.

  Being free to act like myself is, well, freeing.

  “You’re right,” I say. “You can’t trust me.”

  “Right now, the only things you need to know about me are…I always tell the truth, and I never threaten. I promise.”

  “So you’ve told me.”

  “I know, but with your memory problems, a girl can’t be too careful. So. Here’s how this is gonna go.”

  “Do tell.” I make a sweeping gesture with my hand, a royal prince demanding more information. I like this side of her, bossy and prickly but also vulnerable.

  “I’ll let you out. As we travel through Troika, you’ll stick to my side like glue, or I’ll shoot you and drag you to Myriad. There, I’ll prove Many Ends is connected. We’ll kill your Secondking and save…everyone. We’ll find your mother, and my friend Marlowe. We’ll free your friend Erica. Not too long ago, you told me she had been locked in the Kennels.”

  Erica Morales. One of my Flankers. She aided me when I asked, putting her eternal future at risk. I owe her.

  I gulp as anticipation goes head-to-head with dread. If Ten is right, and Many Ends is connected to Myriad, my mother has been tortured every year of my life. Rescuing her will be priority one. I’ll need Ten’s help.

  But helping Ten means betraying my king, a man I greatly admire.

  Ambrosine is the epitome of power. Beyond ruthless. Savage when necessary. And yet, he took a chance on me when no others were willing. Every time I’ve won a new soul for our realm, he’s praised me, given me boons. Once I asked for the head of the Myriadian General who tortured me as a child, and made me beg for every scrap of food—even beg for beatings I didn’t want.

  My body shudders. It amused him to break my spirit, I suppose.

  While the Secondking refused to grant that particular wish, he did grant me time with the General. Time to mete vengeance. He begged me for mercy I refused to show.

  I can’t betray my king. Not even to save my mother.

  Not even to save Ten.

  “What happens if I betray you the moment we’re inside Myriad?” Heed my warning, beautiful girl. It’s the only one I’ll give.

  Her shoulders wilt a little. “Let’s deal with one problem at a time.”

  TROIKA

  * * *

  From: J_B_3/19.23.4

  To: T_L_2/23.43.2

  Subject: Do not make me harm your friend

  Miss Lockwood,

  As you know, I have captured Reed Haynesworth. I also have Kayla Brooks in my possession. We had to drag her out of her sickbed, but desperate times…

  I assure you, I don’t want to harm the two. Violence is never my first choice. Over the centuries I have learned to make hard choices, and do what needs doing for the good of the people. Mr. Haynesworth and Miss Brooks will be released the moment you turn yourself in. You will stand before a jury of your peers and explain your actions these past few days. You will accept punishment, whatever it is, and help us cleanse the humans infected with—well, there’s no need for me to say the word. You know it.

  Until each of my requirements have been met…

  I will harm your friends.

  Light Brings Sight!

  General John Blake

  TROIKA

  * * *

  From: T_L_2/23.43.2

  To: J_B_3/19.23.4

  Subject: You don’t know me very well

  Dear General Blake,

  When it comes to saving the humans infected by Penumbra, we’re of the same mind. Although I’m not afraid to say the P-word. Penumbra. PENUMBRA. We are stronger than the disease. Let’s act like it.

  BTW. You have a new Conduit in your midst. He can cleanse the Abrogates in the warehouse. Yes, I said he. Raanan Aarons. He’s ready to be of service. The princess can help him the way she once helped me.

  And before you wonder if this is really Ten Lockwood talking/typing, don’t. At one time, delegating work would have been the equivalent of stabbing myself in the heart. Now, not so much. I know my people, and they are spectacular.

  You can break Reed’s and Kayla’s bodies, but not their spirits. Or mine. Even if you hurt my friends, you will not change my mind. However, you will darken your soul. The concept is found in our Book of the Law. I suggest an immediate reread.

  If you harm your own people, you are no better than the Myriadians you fight.

  Face it. Your plan has been rendered moot. I’m leaving Troika today, entering Myriad—and Many Ends.

  Don’t worry about Killian. He’s going with me. In fact, by the time you read this message, he and I will both be gone.

  I’m led by three things, General. Loyalty to my realm, passion for the truth and liberty for all. You will not stop me.

  Light Brings Sight!

  Conduit and Architect,

  Ten Lockwood

  TROIKA

  * * *

  From: J_B_3/19.23.4

  To: T_L_2/23.43.2

  Subject: You put yourself in danger—and all of us

  Architect? Never heard of it.

  As for Mr. Aarons…what you want me to believe is impossible. A Laborer cannot become a Conduit.

  Leave this realm, and I will break one bone in one of your friends’ bodies every day that you are gone.
r />   Actions have consequences, Miss Lockwood.

  Light Brings Sight!

  General John Blake

  PART TWO

  * * *

  Myriad

  TROIKA

  * * *

  From: A_P_5/23.43.2

  To: T_L_2/23.43.2

  Subject: Guess what?

  Per your orders—when did you become so bossy, anyway?—we told the Generals about your plan to free the spirits in Many Ends. They’re pretty sure you’re going to die, but we have faith in you.

  Also, Biscuit rocks. He rallied Reed’s and Kayla’s guardians—a parrot and a mountain lion—and bingo bango, they rescued Reed and Kayla. (Can I keep the dog, Mom? Huh, huh, please, can I?)

  Everything went down in a matter of minutes. No one knew what hit ‘em.

  All the Generals are frenzied. Not about the prisoners they lost, but about Raanan. He returned just long enough to confirm his new Conduit status.

  Oh, and you’ll be happy to know the princess has agreed to aid Raanan in his cleansing efforts. Three cheers. The first part of your plan worked. Let’s just hope the next part does as well.

  Deacon is determined to get in the warehouse and rescue Sloan, Myriad’s version of a scarecrow, I guess. I’m not sure how much longer we’ll be able to keep him out.

  But. You’ll be happier to know we’re all fine, and so is the realm. (I probably should have led with that. My bad.)

  Stay safe, or I will spank you till you scream for mercy. ←Not a joke. And I know I don’t have to ask you to check on Dior, and keep me updated.

  Light Brings Sight!

  Archer Prince

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  * * *

  “The best treasure is total domination of your enemies.”

  —Myriad

  Ten

  I’m either the dumbest girl in all the realms…or the second dumbest. If I’m second dumbest, I feel sorry for the ditz ahead of me, because wow. She’s a few clowns short of a circus. Let’s be real. If she had a second brain, it would be lonely, her intellect rivaled only by her garden tools.