The Siders Box Set

by Leah Clifford

  “Sweetheart? Can you tell me where your room is?”

  “Past the stairs. The door is open.” She pulled her head off his shoulder, staring at him. “Where have you been?” Her voice came out stronger than she thought it would.

  Gabe didn’t speak until he’d rounded the corner into Eden’s room and set her on the bed. “Eden, what happened in there?”

  “I don’t know.” Her heart hammered as she trembled against the pillows.

  From Kristen’s room down the hall drifted the scent of cloves. Close on its heels came the sound of a hushed argument, a male voice. From the way his jaw tightened, Gabe seemed to hear more than she could. He crossed the room, closed the door. His hand hovered near the knob as if he were looking for a way to lock it from the inside before he gave up.

  “What’re they saying?” Gabe didn’t answer. The words built up, clustered against her tongue before they escaped in a rush. “What are they going to do to me? Gabe?”

  “Are you comfortable?” His forced smile unsettled her even further.

  “Comfortable? No, I’m not comfortable!” she snapped. “She’s gonna make me a Screamer!”

  “Eden?” He put his finger under her chin, tipping up her head. She met his eyes.

  Az had told her about the trick, how Gabe could use his gaze to calm people. It struck her as a stupid ability, useless. Especially since it only worked if the person it was being used on was open to being calmed. But as the connection took hold, suddenly everything seemed distant, silly. A smile wound across her lips. Even as it happened, she knew it was out of place, that it was the wrong reaction, but it just felt like it needed to be there.

  “Better?” He pulled back, watching her.

  She nodded, her head full of cotton.

  “Eden, can you close your eyes for me?” She let them slip shut, the outside world falling away. The dark was nice. “What happened down the hall? Can you walk me through it?”

  She bit her lip. She hadn’t realized she’d held her own hands out until Gabe’s slipped into hers. “Don’t touch me!” Her voice came out slow and lethargic, didn’t have the panic she felt as she forced her eyes open.

  “No, it’s fine, I promise. Touch doesn’t work on me. See?” He reached forward, grabbing her hand again. There was no glow, no passing of Touch. She was shaking, the effect of his eyes, the calmness, wearing thin as she closed her eyes again.

  “He fell apart,” she choked out.

  Someone slammed against the door. Eden jumped, breaking from her stupor enough to hear Kristen’s protest, Gabe’s whispered curse. The door opened.

  Impossible.

  So impossible, but he smiled, and it was his smile. Not someone who looked like him, not a mistake. His smile. Him. Alive.

  “Az?” she whispered.

  Chapter 16

  “Eden,” Az sighed. He tried to hide what was left of the limp as he stepped forward. Another week, and the leg would be healed, but for now it still twinged when he put his full weight on it. Kristen mumbled something to Gabriel about trying to stop him, but Az wasn’t listening.

  Eden’s eyes flicked to Gabe, Kristen, back to him. She looked different. Fragile and hopeless and pale. Tears stained her blotchy cheeks, her eyes swollen. He took another step forward, but she didn’t jump into his arms the way he’d pictured, looked more shell-shocked than happy. “You’re…How are you here?” she asked.

  He turned to Kristen. She’d thrown an indignant hand on her hip, buried her fingers in the nasty fabric of her dress. “I told you this was not an appropriate time. You chose to ignore me.”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake, Kristen,” he mumbled turning back to Eden.

  “I watched you fall.” Eden started to shake, the quiver spreading through her as he watched.

  “I know. But look!” He held out a hand, flipped it over. “See, good as new!”

  Her head fell to her hands, palms pressing against her temples. A sob exploded from her as she leapt off the bed, into his arms. Az caught her, pulling her against his shoulder.

  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “If there was another way, I would have taken it.”

  Her arms loosened, her voice muffled by his shoulder. “What do you mean another way?”

  “For you to turn into a Sider.” Her hands slipped from his shoulders. He reached for them on their way down, but she pulled away.

  “Wait.” She raised her hand as her tongue flicked across her lips, her gaze fierce, searching his. “You know what I am?”

  He nodded. “Once I knew you had no path…”

  Eden went rigid. A long moment passed before she spoke. “You knew I was going to kill myself? That I was going to become this monster?” She stepped back. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

  This was not going how he pictured. Not by a long shot. “I was trying to keep you safe!” he said as she backed away from him.

  “Safe?” she spat. “I killed myself!”

  “I have enemies, Eden! Enemies who would have come for you, done horrible things. Things you can’t even imagine. They knew about you! At least as a Sider they can’t kill you. Can’t take you away.” Selfish.

  Her eyes filled with horror. “You tricked me into thinking you were dead? What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you loved me!”

  “I do love you!” His vision blurred, the skin on his back tightening, the wings curling in. I destroyed her life.

  “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” She spun on Gabriel. “You do! You saw my heart break when he went over that balcony. You knew I was here. You abandoned me!”

  “No,” Az whispered, Eden’s hatred ringing in his ears. “Not now.” But already it was starting, the swirl of black behind his eyes, the words like ribbons trailing through his head. All I do is hurt others. She doesn’t love me. Never will. She’ll leave me. Never look back. I will always be alone.

  Fall.

  “Az?” It was Gabe. “Kristen, get him.” A hand grasped his shoulder, another around his waist.

  He stumbled, Kristen holding him up. It would be so easy to give in, to Fall. To let go.

  “What in God’s name is wrong with him?” Kristen gasped.

  “He’s only half Fallen. Part of him wants nothing more than to finish what he’s started.” Gabe’s voice lowered to a whisper, though Az still caught it. “I’ve gotta get him out of here before he gets worse.”

  “Az!” Eden shouted. He fought his eyes open, found her. She’d backed against the wall, her hand held out in front of her, palm up. For just a second, he thought it was there for him to reach for, a lifeline, as Kristen and Gabe dragged him into the hall. And then he saw her eyes, heard the broken moan in her voice. “How could you have done this?”

  The door slammed shut, cutting her off, a key twisting in the lock. He collapsed, her frantic pleads to open the door shattering him.

  “Take him, Gabriel. I’ll attend to her.”

  “Kristen…” Az gritted his teeth, felt her hand on his back as she crouched next to him. “Don’t hurt her. Please.”

  “I won’t hurt her,” Kristen said. “As long as you don’t Fall.”

  Chapter 17

  Az is alive. Every time Eden thought it, her heart jumpstarted. Liar. Over and over and over the word ticked across her lips. He lied. He did this to me. But he’s alive. She sunk to the floor. Maybe someone would come. Gabe. Gabe wouldn’t just leave her there. Not again.

  Eden slid closer to the door, eyeing the keyhole, pushing Az out of her head. The sun set. Rose again.

  The first time she heard the sound, it was close to noon. She barely registered it, the sound or the time, until it came again, the soft pat of an open palm.

  “Who’s there?” Her voice cracked, sore and unsteady. She swallowed hard, pressing her ear against the wood, straining.

  From the other side came three whispered words. “You killed Marcus.”

  Eden jerked away, slamming her hand against the door. “I didn’t mean to! That wasn�
��t my fault!”

  A hiss silenced her. “They’re going to hear you!” Eden waited through a long pause before the voice came again. “I’m hoping it was your fault, his death.” On the other side of the door, fingernails clawed a trail upward, Eden’s wide eyes following the tiny scritches from floorboards to knob. “I have a key,” the voice said.

  “Then open the door.” Eden’s calm command surprised her.

  “Only if you agree.” Desperation twisted the last word into a question.

  Eden stepped back from the door. “Agree to what?”

  “If Marcus was an accident, do it on purpose.”

  She rocked back from the wood, shocked into silence.

  “I heard Sebastian talking to Kristen. He said you’re dangerous, that she needs to get rid of you.” The tone shifted to panic. “There’s not much time…”

  Another voice cut in. “Give me the key.” Someone slammed against the door, a shoulder hitting the wood. “I said, give me the key, Jacinda.” A second later the knob twisted. Eden backpedaled, sliding away across the floor as the door opened.

  Adam smiled. “Hey there, Stranger. I’ve come to spring you. You game for a daring escape?”

  Eden jumped to her feet as Adam tossed her the empty backpack he’d been holding.

  “Pack.”

  She didn’t hesitate, scooping what she could from the drawers, cramming tank tops and a pair of jeans into the bag. Underwear and a sweatshirt filled the rest of the space. A bit of yellow peaked out from under the abandoned clothing. The envelope, the picture of Az. She shoved it in, knowing it would be wrinkled by the time they got out of there, not sure why it bothered her, or why she was bringing it at all.

  “Done.” She turned to face Adam. Behind him stood a girl, dark circles under haunted eyes, her shoulder drooping against the door frame. Her skin was pale enough to show every thin vein lining her arms. Eden had never seen anyone look so worn through, so completely exhausted.

  “Help me.” The plea seemed to emanate from her every pore.

  “Go back to your room, Jacinda.” Adam snagged the bag from Eden, throwing it over his shoulder. “You ready?” he asked. Eden didn’t answer.

  “Adam, wait.” When Eden spoke, Jacinda’s fingers tightened against the doorframe. She and Eden stared at each other. “I can’t leave her,” Eden said.

  “Fine, she can follow out the front. But we’ve gotta move. Kristen’s been gone all morning. And there’s nothing she loves more than a dramatic entrance.”

  Eden watched the girl. “That’s not what she wants. Leaving here won’t change anything for her.” You can’t do this, her mind screamed. You can’t just kill her. But it wasn’t like that at all. “You’re sure about what you’re asking me to do?” she asked.

  Jacinda’s nod was immediate. “Instead of death, I got this. It’s worse. I still want out.”

  Eden reached for her hand.

  “What are you doing?” Adam asked, but he seemed so far away.

  “I’ve only done this once,” Eden said to her. “It might not work.”

  Jacinda nodded, her eyes brimming with determination. “There are others. Screamers. They’re still in their rooms.”

  “I’ll find them,” Eden promised. “You have my word.”

  Eden forced herself to remember the night before. She’d been nervous last night. She’d leaned forward. Sighed.

  “Hands,” she whispered. Jacinda’s fingers found hers. “Ready?”

  Jacinda squeezed. Eden took a deep breath, let it out. She couldn’t open her eyes, didn’t want to see what was happening, if it worked.

  A burning current tingled up her arms. Her bones felt electrified.

  “Jesus Christ!” Adam whispered.

  Eden finally dared a look. In front of her, ashes lined the floor in the shape of the girl. All that remained of Jacinda.

  She snatched the key from Adam’s hand, heading down the hall, into the left wing. The doors there were closed, everything silent and still. She was pretty sure the key was a skeleton by the shape of it. Sure enough, when she tried it in the first door, the lock clicked open.

  The boy on the bed leapt forward, his eyes wild when he caught sight of her. “Jacinda found you!”

  “We don’t have much time.” A sudden bolt of pain shot up Eden’s arm. She hissed through clenched teeth, shaking it out. It disappeared as suddenly as it had come. She turned her attention back to the boy. “You know what I can do?” He hopped off the bed, nodding. “Still in?”

  “If I wanted torture, I would’ve stayed alive. High school was better than this shit.” She couldn’t help but return his smile.

  “You could…” Eden hesitated. “You could come with us. If you wanted. We’re leaving. You could start over and—”

  The kid cut her off with a scoff that sounded almost amused. When he took her in though, the sadness radiating from him trickled through her. “I’m already dead,” he said, in a tone that implied she was missing something obvious.

  Footsteps sounded in the hallway, stopped. For a panicked moment she thought she was caught, but it was only Adam.

  “Eden, we gotta go.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We do not want to be here when Kristen gets back.”

  She ignored him.

  “Sit.” The boy did as he was told. Eden followed him down. “Hands,” she commanded. She counted backwards from three, at one sucking in a deep breath. When she let it out, he was still there.

  “When’s it gonna happen?” he asked. “Do I have to wait?”

  Unease crept into her stomach. What if that was it? What if she’d only been able to do it a few times and whatever was different about her had burned out? She pushed the questions away. No, think. You can do this.

  “Adam, you were watching.” She pointed to the boy. “What did he do different?”

  “Um.” Adam’s eyes jumped between the two of them. “He…she breathed in. She was taking a breath and his mouth was closed?” He looked at her like he expected her to give him a cookie and a pat on the head for a right answer. Like she had any idea what the right answer was.

  “Okay, we’ll give that a try,” Eden whispered, her voice giving away the trembling inside of her. “Take two. When I breathe out, you breathe it in, got it?” He nodded.

  She grabbed his hands, inhaled. “Now,” she said as she breathed out.

  He leaned forward, his lips pursed, pulling in air hard enough to whistle. Her fingers tingled, the sensation spreading up her arms slowly but growing stronger as the boy tumbled over. A muscle wrenched in her neck, quivering spasms racing through her back.

  “It didn’t work. He’s still here.”

  “No,” she said. “It worked.” His body lay on its side, hands curled in front, eyes rolled up just enough to be unnerving.

  She scooted back across the floor. One of her shoes grazed the body.

  The effect was instant. A dozen comparisons crackled in her brain, none of them quite right. Sand castle hit by a wave. Needle piercing a balloon.

  “Holy fuck,” Adam whispered.

  Yeah, Eden thought. That about covers it. She winced as her hand cramped into a claw.

  “You all right?” he asked. She looked up, ready to tell him sure, everything was fine, but his head cocked before she could get the words out. “You look…”

  “What?”

  She winced as another pang shot up her arm. Adam held his hand close to her cheek but stopped before touching her. “Are you hurt? Is it because of what just happened? What you did?”

  “I’m not exactly an expert.” She got to her feet, made her way to the next room. Before she could get the key in the lock, he dropped his hand to the knob.

  “You don’t look so hot. Maybe we should call it good.” He shot a glance toward the stairs. Kristen could come home any second. Leaving was one thing. Taking out Kristen’s Siders would have consequences. What they were, Eden couldn’t imagine, but the bridge was already lit. Might as well burn it down.


  “Few more.” Eden fought the urge to brush his hand away. When he pulled back, she opened the door to an empty room. She didn’t bother shutting it, went on to the next. Empty.

  “Where are they? Shouldn’t there be more?”

  “Kristen took the strongest ones with her this morning. She left me to watch the rest.”

  Eden stopped, the key stuck in the next lock. Behind it, she heard whispers but ignored them. She kept her eyes on Adam. “Why you?”

  He shrugged. “Because I was the only one in the kitchen when she walked in? Kristen doesn’t plan things out, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  But that was all wrong. Kristen planned everything, honed details for maximum effect. Adam’s watched your every move, Eden thought. Maybe that was why he was so eager to get her to the door—to stop her. He only needed one, maybe two deaths to figure out her technique, how she’d dispatched of Marcus. She considered him. The idea of Adam doing Kristen’s bidding didn’t sit right with her. “Why not Sebastian though? Wouldn’t she have left him in charge?”

  He shrugged again. “Those two were all hush hush before they took off, which usually means something’s up. And when something’s up, Sebastian’s on that chick like glue.” Eden had seen him that way at the ball the first night.

  After a long pause, she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Almost done.” And then she turned the key and opened the door to three sets of eager eyes.

  Eden leaned against the wall on her way back to her room. Something’s wrong, she thought. You’re fine, her brain commanded. Just keep walking. Get the backpack and get out. She pushed off the wallpaper, forced herself forward though the hallway shimmered in front of her.

  Adam called her name from somewhere behind, but she didn’t dare turn. If she did, she was pretty sure she’d go down. She snagged the threshold for balance as she passed through.

  “Just gonna get the bag and…”