Dark Roses: Eight Paranormal Romance Novels

by P. T. Michelle

  He laughs and the evil sound rends my shreds of confidence. Lucas slips his fingers in between mine, our hands shaking.

  “Maybe your Spritan abilities did obscure them, but no longer. You can’t protect Lucas and Althea any more than you can protect Deshi. We haven’t found the fourth yet, but we know he’s in Portland after the incident today.”

  I swallow a gasp—he knows our names. Not only that, but what does he mean, she can’t protect Deshi? Isn’t he Deshi? He doesn’t seem to need protection to me.

  We have to run, hide, anything but stand still, but the heavy weight of duty makes me stay, and witness what will become of Cadi. Once again our existence threatens a life. I can’t comprehend the fact that there are people, more than one even, willing to die to keep me alive.

  “If you know who they are, what are you doing out here?”

  “I’ve known about Lucas and Althea for weeks. Found a fish in the Cell basement and killed it, then installed cameras in the stairwells. My father asked me to watch them, to make sure they didn’t escape, but to wait until the interviews to bring them in. He wanted to find out which side you’re on.”

  “Now you know.” Cadi stands and stares him down.

  He returns her gaze, not backing down but taking a step forward. “You accomplished nothing in the end. I’m going to bring them in as soon as we’re finished with you.”

  As he stops talking the Wardens converge, too fast for Cadi to make a move. She doesn’t even try. They pick her up and haul her to the rider. She begins to struggle when they toss her in the back. From our position at the corner of the house, we have a direct line of sight into the open hatch. The light above their heads illuminates the scene and it’s like watching a movie in slow motion. Tears trickle down my burning cheeks, every inch of me on fire.

  The Wardens in the rider hold Cadi down by her shoulders as her legs continue to flail. Her foot connects with one of them and he grunts before backhanding her across the face. She goes still for a moment, and when she returns to struggling her movements are more subdued.

  Deshi’s gruff voice shouts orders at the two in the rider. “Get the vial and make her drink it. I refuse to deal with this conspirator any longer.”

  One of the Wardens digs in a bag and produces a vial. He pinches Cadi’s nose closed until she can’t hold her breath anymore and opens her mouth. The liquid pours in, and the Warden clamps his free hand over her lips so she can’t spit it out. It takes her a while to give up and swallow, but she finally does.

  Sweat soaks through my clothes and drips into my eyes. I picture running across the lawn, jumping Deshi from behind. Pulling his hair, biting him, scratching his eyes out. I know I can’t, though. Getting thrown in that rider with Cadi won’t help anyone.

  My eyes are glued to the tiny, beautiful, caring woman who tried to help us, to warn us. The last thing I see before the harsh trunk light blinks off is Cadi’s midnight gaze. As the door slams shut she goes still, and her eyes go dark.

  Lucas tugs my arm, pulling me into the trees. He releases me once we’re well hidden and I drop to my knees, clapping both hands over my mouth to keep the cries from spilling out. My eyes, wide and filled with tears, refuse to focus.

  “Althea, look at me.”

  I shake my head.

  “Look at me!”

  He kneels and takes me by the arms, wrenching my hands away from my face. He’s shaking as his hands latch onto my biceps with a death grip. His fingertips squeeze painfully, pressing through my jacket and sweater and into my skin.

  The shattering of my control surges, explodes, and the blast of heat sends Lucas backing away. The tears roll unchecked and sobs wrench from my chest. Trying to stay quiet only makes them harder to contain.

  Lucas stares at me with a lost expression. The anger and sadness abate after a while and I want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear. Instead, I throw myself at Lucas and he catches me in his arms. His emotions run high, too, as evidenced by the immediate chill that transfers to me upon touching him. I don’t care, and burrow closer until we are both a more natural, warm temperature. His fingertips trail up and down my neck, providing comfort with each pass. I want to stay here forever, but I can’t. We can’t.

  I have to be strong. For Lucas. For Cadi. For us all.

  I pull back, a little embarrassed by my outburst. He reaches over and rubs the tears off my cheeks.

  His voice trembles and the thick sheen of sweat on his pale face glows. “I’m so sorry, Althea, that you had to see that. I know you liked her.”

  “I can’t believe we didn’t help her—” My words choke off in a sob.

  “We couldn’t. Cadi came here hoping to give us a chance. She wouldn’t want us to give it up.”

  An awed tone creeps into his voice and for the first time, I think he likes Cadi.

  “Is she…is she dead, Lucas? Or Broken?” The possible answer scares me, but the need to know outweighs the onslaught of pain.

  “I don’t know. You heard how they talked to her, and we saw how different she was. Cadi wasn’t one of them, not really.”

  He keeps using the word was instead of is and it’s enough to signal his belief. He thinks she’s gone.

  “This is our fault.”

  He wants to say it’s not, I can read it in his face. He can’t though, because it is our fault. Maybe we didn’t hurt Cadi, but our existence hurt Cadi. After spending all my life feeling so unimportant to everyone, it’s hard to imagine the opposite might be true.

  Now Cadi’s gone, leaving an ocean of unanswered questions in her wake. Deshi knows about us, is planning on taking us away during our interview—or perhaps before. Maybe now, tonight. Either way, there’s no way I can face him again.

  “Althea, we have to go.”

  Lucas slides an arm over my shoulders and pulls me close, making walking difficult. We keep kicking each other’s feet as we slog over the wet, smushy ground. The way he leans his weight on me is bothersome, and this morning’s limp is more pronounced. After several minutes my thoughts are too much to bear in silence.

  “What do you think they’ll do to us?” The words, whispered and laced with fear, signal my surrender.

  Lucas stops walking. “We’re not giving up, Althea. I’m not going to let them do anything to you. We’re going to run. As long as we’re together, we can make it.”

  “Make it?” I shake my head, unmoved by his empty promises. “Make it where? The Others won’t stop. We’ve both seen firsthand what they’re capable of. We’ll be Broken by this time tomorrow, if that’s what they want.”

  My whole body sags, limp with defeat and begging to crumple. It was my idea first, that we could somehow run and find a way to fight, but seeing their power on display with Cadi sapped my belief. Sure we can run, but they’ll find us. Even if there were a way to travel away together, our world is a very small place. They know the cities where we travel.

  Lucas’s arms go around me as he whispers indistinguishable words into my hair, cool breath sending shivers down my neck. A renewing strength flows into me, sparking a desperate fire in my belly. Maybe running can only prolong our lives, but maybe it will buy us enough time to find a way to change the game.

  It’s small, but it’s hope just the same, and it bolsters my spirit. “We’ll need to take some food with us, to tide us over until we figure out what to do.”

  “Yes. We’ll go home, grab a bag, and go. If we both fill up and take care with how much we eat, hopefully we’ll be okay until we travel again.”

  Having a plan makes me feel better. Stronger. And in a blind rush to get out of Danbury. “We should hurry and get back. Deshi could be anywhere.”

  We walk the rest of the way in silence. My thoughts are a jumbled mess. I want to wish I were human, but the idea of not feeling confuses me. The intensely good but sickening emotions Lucas causes in me aren’t worth giving up. Not for anything. What I want is a chance at the life we might have had if the Others had never arri
ved on our planet.

  Of course, that doesn’t work either. Without them neither of us would exist.

  At least I have Lucas; at least we are in this together.

  “You know, I have to admit the two of you surprised me tonight.”

  Lucas and I stop, turn slowly. We haven’t quite reached the fence, haven’t made it out of the Wilds, and Deshi’s already caught us. How he got here so fast is beyond me, but he’s here all the same, stinking of rotting flesh, smirking, pulsing revulsion and fear.

  Lucas stands up straight, supporting his own weight in a show of strength. His sickly pallor and sweat-drenched clothes contradict the movement and I tense, ready to grab him if he topples. Deshi strolls from tree to tree, eventually choosing a position between us and the boundary, a three-foot-wide stream at his back.

  “How did the two of you get past the boundary?”

  We remain silent. I’m not telling him anything.

  His gaze focuses on Lucas, a sick smile twisting his thin lips. Words, spoken softly, shout a warning. “You want to play games? Fine by me.”

  Lucas stiffens and drops to the ground at my side with a groan, grabbing his bad leg as he hits the earth and writhes. White, foamy bubbles gather at the corners of his mouth; his eyes squeeze shut as he groans and tears slip down his cheeks. Pain smudges purple circles under his eyes and something inside me snaps.

  I step in front of Lucas and meet Deshi’s gaze, holding my hands out in front of me. He thinks I’m asking for mercy.

  I’m not.

  Fury, white-hot and brimming with hatred, surges through my blood, bubbles out of my veins, and pools in my palms. Without thinking, I push it at Deshi where it belongs. His clothing and hair burst into flames.

  He screams, and my stomach twists. Lucas struggles to his knees and gasps, his hands seeking mine. I help him up and together we watch Deshi flail, beating helplessly at the blaze devouring his clothes and licking his blistering skin.

  In spite of everything we’ve learned about what happened to our parents, what the Others plan to do to us, my heart seizes. I told Lucas if he experiments on humans he’s no better than the Others. If I let Deshi die, I’m a murderer.

  I rush at him, vaguely aware Lucas’s voice calling me back. Ignoring the glowing inferno, I push my hands into Deshi’s chest and shove him backward. He falls on the bank of the stream, still squirming, beyond the ability to help himself. I plant a foot between his shoulder blades and roll him into the water. The flames extinguish almost immediately and Deshi lies still, burbling water caressing his ruined body.

  Adrenaline bleeds out of me, leaving horror and exhaustion in its wake. I sink down onto the muddy riverbank, riveted by the destruction wreaked by my so-called talent. His skin is bright red and swollen with white blisters, charred in places. His hair is mostly gone; only a few chunks remain.

  Soft, hesitant footsteps approach and then Lucas sits at my side. “We’ve got to go, Althea. He’s an Other, and by the sound of the conversation back at the collection center, one with a powerful father.”

  Deshi’s chest inflates, deflates, inflates, deflates. He’s not dead. I wonder if even Cadi knows how to kill an Other. “What are we going to do with him?”

  Lucas’s animated response opposes my dull, lifeless tone. “I don’t care what we do with him. Leave him. He hurt Cadi. He meant to hurt us.”

  The wheels of my mind turn, creaking and protesting the process of thought. Cadi said the Others can talk to one another, that they can draw mental pictures and share them through their minds. If Deshi has a cavern in those tunnels or whatever, then I suspect even if he’s unconscious the rest of their infuriatingly competent race can locate him. “He’s not going to die, and they’ll know how to find him.”

  “They can find his mind in the Other hive.”

  I nod. “The best we can hope for is to keep him out here, stall them so we have enough time to grab our things and go.”

  Without a word, Lucas reaches out his hands and places them on the surface of the stream. The water freezes, first around his hands but stretching all the way to the other bank in a matter of seconds. Only Deshi’s eyes, nose, and mouth remain above the solid surface, his body sealed beneath the ice.

  “Let’s go.” Lucas struggles to his feet, grimacing with each tiny movement.

  “Lucas, you’ve got to tell me if something’s wrong with you.”

  “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

  I don’t believe him, but have no choice other than to follow as we cover the rest of the way to the boundary and climb it. For the first time it takes Lucas longer than me. He’s hobbling and gasping for breath by the time we reach the Crawfords’. His hands are on fire, hot even to my touch.

  He jerks out of my grasp and starts toward the house. “I’ll meet you out back in five minutes. Five minutes, Althea. No longer.”

  Light snores waft from under Mr. Morgan’s door and make me question what’s real, if the events that transpired in the Wilds these past two nights are a dream. My filthy hands and jeans, along with the stunned horror gurgling inside me, convince me they actually happened.

  I run to the bedroom to grab a duffel bag. In goes a pile of warm clothes, along with a couple of blankets, Lucas’s note holder, and a toothbrush. As an afterthought I toss in a couple of textbooks, unsure of what information we might need in the weeks to come. Down in the kitchen I sneak bread, crackers, and bottles of water in with the clothes.

  In four minutes I’m on the back porch, breath expelling frosty clouds into the air. The first snowflakes of the year drift down, dusting the early morning grass. Lucas is still inside. In the silence, another line from Lucas’s booklet rings in my mind, a group about children being beyond the control of their parents and how times are always changing.

  Your sons and your daughters

  Are beyond your command…

  For the times they are a-changin’.

  After the massive, life-altering revelations of the past two days the words seem written especially for me.

  Lucas and I are, without a doubt, beyond the command of our parents. All of them. The times are changing. I’ve felt it all autumn; change thick in the air, choking me. It started when the Others found out I existed, and it’s not going to stop until they capture me. Or until Lucas and I figure out a way to stop them from ruining this planet.

  For the times they are a-changin’.

  I’ve hardly slept in three days and my eyes feel as though someone poured sand inside them and then stomped around on it. The five-minute mark comes and goes. Anxiety blooms, Lucas’s face flashing through my mind in a pattern until an aching need pulses through me. He said not to be late.

  Grabbing my bag off the deck beside me, my feet take off running. I stop in the Crawfords’ backyard, intending to peer through the kitchen window and survey the situation. I need to see him, to make sure he’s okay.

  On my tiptoes in the new snow, I poke my head up and peek through the blinds into the kitchen. It’s empty. Nerves wrestle in my stomach, tangling like my hair in the wind; I can’t wait another moment. The back door opens easily with a push. My wet sneakers drip snow across the clean tiles on my way to the stairs.

  It’s not quite four a.m. on Wednesday morning, so there’s no reason to think the Crawfords aren’t slumbering away, dreaming mindless dreams about whatever the Others approve. The house is identical to my own, so I take a guess that Lucas’s room will be in the same spot as mine.

  The comforter is dark gray with cream-colored sheets peeking out from underneath. Lucas’s familiar wintery scent lingers on his things. At first it seems deserted, this place where he should be, but as I turn to make sure I haven’t missed him somehow, I see a bare foot sticking out of the closet.

  Inside, a dark bloodstain seeps into the carpet underneath Lucas’s body.

  CHAPTER 27.

  On my knees at his side, I reach out a tentative hand, nearly collapsing from relief at the sight of his chest moving u
p and down. It seems too shallow, but I am not a Healer. His skin, though, I know is wrong—it’s too hot. Cold beads of water sprinkle his forehead and upper lip, making his neck and arms slippery. He must have been changing his clothes, as he’s in his undershorts, the wound on his leg burning bright red. Streaks reach from the festering center up and down, toward his ankle on one end and disappearing under his shorts in the opposite direction.

  Distress over his health and our dwindling chances of disappearing from Danbury before Deshi returns presses against me like a malevolent shadow, stealing my breath and shunting hope away.

  “Lucas,” I whisper as loud as I dare. When he doesn’t respond, I touch my hands to his cheeks, shaking him.

  His eyes flutter, trying to open, but only the whites show and he mumbles something unintelligible. Tears gather in my throat, but I swallow them and bite my bottom lip before smacking Lucas’s face. When that gets me no response, I sit back on my heels to think. The taste of blood coats my tongue from where I chewed through the skin on my lip. We’re supposed to be running away right now, escaping this place and our troubles.

  But Lucas can’t run. I can’t carry him like this. And I’m not leaving without him.

  My thoughts race, searching for impossible, hidden answers to the question of what on Earth I’m supposed to do now. A set of violent shudders wrack Lucas’s strong shoulders and slide down his body, eliciting a sharp, unconscious cry as his leg scrapes the carpet. The only real option squeezes my heart in a vise.

  I’m going to have to get Lucas a Healer.

  He’s hurt far beyond my ability to help him alone. Something about that animal scratch has infected him from the inside, perhaps even spread to his blood. I want to get away, but Lucas needs medicine. His life trumps my escape, and I cling to the hope that Deshi will remain out of commission long enough for a Healer to fix Lucas and for the two of us to get out after all.

  It’s hard to talk around the throbbing mess in my throat, so I lean down and press my lips to Lucas’s cheek. He calms, at least it seems that way to me, and the shudders lessen to shivers. “I’m sorry. You need help, and I’m not leaving you alone. I’m not.”