The Siders Box Set

by Leah Clifford

  Eventually, he’d have to confess. He was Bound. But first he had to find a reason why the Upstairs shouldn’t wipe the Siders out.

  “Let’s not rule it out with a never just yet,” Luke mused.

  Gabe felt the hairs on his arms prickle. He couldn’t watch for Eden now, not so much look in that direction. Luke wouldn’t miss it.

  Instead, he started talking. “You still have the same little fantasy of one of the Bound giving in to a Fallen? That’s precious.”

  Luke reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He cupped a hand to cut the wind and lit one, raising a finger to cut Gabe off.

  “Don’t try to pull that high and mighty shit on me.”

  He had to get Luke away. The best option seemed to be to just walk and hope he would follow. As he stepped down the bottom two stairs, starting a slow saunter, Gabe swallowed hard.

  “We’re not here to catch up, Gabriel. The rogue…” Luke started, unsmiling.

  “I’m watching her, just like the rest of the Siders. When we figure out their purpose, we’ll decide what needs to be done with her specifically. From what little is out there, the only thing that’s obvious is she’s killing others of her kind.” Gabe turned, his shoulders squaring with authority. “It’s not the Basement’s concern.”

  Luke sighed. “The girl is fair game. We both know that.”

  Gabe cocked his head. “Why so interested in her?”

  “Just because I don’t know how to work a toy, doesn’t mean I don’t want to play with it. She’s shiny.” He took a few steps, putting some distance between them. “And I want her.”

  Gabe watched him leave. Alone on the sidewalk, he closed his eyes, listening until the footsteps faded. He knew he had to go. Luke could turn around, backtrack. He slid the zipper of the parka back up. Turning down the nearest street, he dared a quick glance over his shoulder. Eden would be on her own tonight.

  Chapter 21

  A quartet of police cars broke around the corner, lining up along the curb. Next to Eden, James shifted from foot to foot, tugging his shabby jacket closed. If anyone but James had spotted the growing crowd, she would have still been down the block, tucked away in her room and out of the wind. But it had been James, and so of course she’d said yes.

  “Cops are here. Should we go?” he asked, wide eyes looking past Jarrod and Adam to her. She offered James a twitch of a smile and he relaxed.

  She glanced around at the crowd. It was easily large enough to keep them anonymous. No one seemed to be paying them any special attention. Of course, whenever the Fallen had been mentioned, no one had bothered to tell her helpful things like what the hell they looked like. She knew it was only a matter of time. The Siders seemed to find her easily.

  “They’re not our concern. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said, her attention drifting to the reason for the crowd, for the police presence. The shadowy outline of a solitary figure paced the ledge twenty stories above.

  “And we wouldn’t wanna miss the grand finale,” Jarrod added, gesturing upwards dismissively.

  Next to her, Adam chuckled. “Sometimes you are damn scary, you know that?” His long brown bangs obscured his eyes, but she’d caught the horrified amusement in them.

  “Only sometimes?” she asked. She caught Jarrod in a sidelong glance. “Clearly, you’re slipping.”

  Jarrod chuffed a laugh, and Adam looked up past the awning of the old hotel, past empty window after empty window.

  “Think it’s him?” James asked her.

  “Too far up. I can’t tell.” She squinted, absently spiraling one of her pink highlights around her finger.

  Jarrod snickered. “If he jumps we’ll get a closer look.”

  Eden shot him an icy glare, the eclectic mix of bracelets on her wrist jingling as she threw a hand on her hip. “Well, he is taking his time up there.” With her thumb, she toyed with one of the three silver rings adorning her pinkie finger. “I think our friend just might make it.”

  “Bet on that?” Jarrod asked, jumping up onto a dented mailbox. He kicked his shoes against the side, met Adam’s scowl with casual indifference. “Look, either she thinks he really is going to make it, or she’s lying to the kid.” He looked down to Eden. “Which is it?” he asked.

  She knew she shouldn’t give in, that she was only encouraging the bullshit attitude he’d had lately, but bastard or not, he knew her. She glanced at James, making sure his attention was elsewhere, that he didn’t see her hesitation.

  “Screw it,” she said suddenly. “You’re on. When I win, you’ve got laundry duty for three weeks.” She extended her hand, black fingernails absorbing the lights.

  “And if I win you’re gonna let Adam and me figure out how to help you with the buildup from clearing our stairs every morning. Something more than dosing us,” Jarrod said.

  Caught off guard, Eden’s smile faltered. Apparently she hadn’t been hiding her pain as well as she thought. Jarrod studied the businessman above for a quick moment, and then shook her hand. “Three weeks.”

  The man on the ledge teetered. The crowd hushed. The police stirred, and Eden cupped her hands around her mouth.

  “Don’t do it!” she screamed.

  “I’m fucking cold! Shit or get off the pot!” Jarrod’s voice bellowed louder than Eden’s, drowning her out. A disgusted shriek sounded, and he swiveled toward a girl glaring at him, her eyes a mixture of hatred and pity. Murderer, Eden read on her lips.

  Jarrod’s mouth fell open. Eden could almost taste his bitter retort. It was…right…there. After another second of silence, Jarrod looked from Eden to the girl, his eyes unreadable before he dipped his head, giving the mailbox a weak kick.

  The girl spun away. Eden didn’t miss the satisfied ‘so much better than you’ mask plastered across her face, the superior air. Bitch please, Eden fumed silently. You’re here too.

  “No one fucks with my boys,” she whispered. Anger sent her ungloved finger forward, headed for the cliché flower tramp stamp. No, she thought, but the need was too strong, the draw of her fingers to the bare skin like a magnet. James caught Eden’s wrist just before she made contact. She blinked in surprise.

  “What are you doing? You’ll kill her!” James stared at her in disbelief, disappointment in his voice. Already her anger dissipated to guilt. She forced a deep breath, trying to calm herself as the girl walked off through the crowd.

  A sudden scream ripped her eyes upward.

  The ledge was empty. A whoosh of air sent Eden stumbling backward as the body hit the ground at her feet. Az, the balcony, the bent leg. The mental snapshot superimposed itself over the body. Inside her, a wail built. It’s not Az. She turned away, swallowing down her retch in silence, grief and embarrassment swirling through her. I can’t mourn him anymore. He’s not dead.

  “Skin and concrete. Do…not…mix,” Jarrod said, a look of amazement on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. He slid off the mailbox, the soles of his feet hitting the ground just as the screams started. From beside her, she heard James groan, some mixture of devastation and acceptance. He took a step to the left, closer to the mostly undamaged face of the jumper. Suddenly, he jolted.

  “James, I’m sorry he took it bad, but…”

  “No! Eden, look at him!” His hands shook. “That’s not my guy! I promise!”

  She leaned in to the pile of limbs on the concrete. James was right. Somewhere in the city, Brighton Daniels was still alive. In theory.

  They left the chaos behind, the sidewalk traffic thinning down to the normal New York rush of strangers. Eden tossed a glance back over her shoulder, taking in a panoramic of the shattered crowd.

  “So, I won the bet.” Jarrod didn’t seem particularly thrilled to bring it up, more like mentioning it was a necessary evil. Eden let another block pass beneath their feet before she answered.

  “What exactly do you expect me to…?” She trailed off. Jarrod stared, waiting for her to finish the thought. Instead, she tucked the tips of
her fingers into the back of the waist of her skirt, turning to cross the street. The boys followed without comment.

  “What are you thinking?” Jarrod asked after a full minute had passed.

  She swept him with her icy blue eyes. “I’m thinking you’re not paying attention. Getting sidetracked by something meaningless.” Eden whirled to the busy sidewalk behind them.

  Only steps away, too close, was a blond girl. Her ponytail held the strands high, a delicate swoop of curls decorating the last few inches. She looked every bit an Ivy League sorority type. Delicate and sheltered in a way that proved she didn’t belong in the city. Wasn’t welcome. The girl froze.

  Eden stabbed a jeweled finger into the startled face. “She’s been following us for two blocks,” she said, keeping her attention on the boys. “You didn’t even notice her, did you?”

  Adam and Jarrod didn’t dare speak, unsure of the next move. But James was still new enough to let out an attempt at an apology before she silenced him with a glare.

  Eden brushed a finger across the girl’s shoulder.

  James let out a protest, but just as Eden suspected, there was no glow. Instead, the glamour fell away, dark circles smudging the eyes. The first signs of grave rot blushed the girl’s cheeks as oblivious pedestrians cut around them.

  Great, she thought. Now it wasn’t Siders just on the stairs in the morning. They were following her around like paparazzi. Disgusted, Eden spun toward the neon ‘OPEN’ sign of Milton’s, the girl gasping in shock behind her.

  “I am off duty,” Eden said over her shoulder, her voice cold. “Macchiatos and mercy kills don’t go well together. Come back in the morning.”

  No more threat should have been needed, but the girl didn’t take the hint. She twisted her hands into her coat sleeves, chewing her lip, but didn’t move.

  “Run along,” Eden added, flicking her fingers through the air.

  “So you are her?” the girl whispered in awe. “The Sider they’re all talking about.” Eden’s hand paused on the handle. The girl stepped back. “Everyone said to stay out of the other boroughs. People say Manhattan is safe. Well, except for you, of course.” She hesitated, unsure. “But unless they ask, you don’t…”

  Jarrod’s mouth twitched. “Kill them?”

  “You’d only heard I was in Manhattan, and you managed to find me?” Eden stared, waiting for the girl to break. “Big island,” she said when she didn’t. “Someone told you where I was. Someone told you how to find me.”

  “Black hair, pink in it. Small group. One of them a cocky skater punk type?” She gave Jarrod a once over. “Everyone’s heard the rumors. The details are pretty consistent, but the location’s never the same. When I saw you guys tonight, it wasn’t exactly rocket science.” The new girl raised an eyebrow and shot Jarrod a half smile. Her glamour had slipped back into place. Once again, she looked like any other naive college freshman; the only things missing were the booze and a few Greek letters.

  Eden stepped closer, only a breath away. “What do you want?” she prodded.

  “I don’t really know where to start.” The girl lost her nerve, looked away. “I’ve been following leads, hoping I’d bump into you.” She let out a nervous laugh. “I guess I just did.”

  “That guy on the ledge. Was he yours?” James asked. His voice wavered, as if his life depended on knowing the answer. As if it was important.

  “He held the door for me this morning,” she said. “I followed him. I normally don’t go for ones who look like they’ll take it bad. Do you guys keep track after? Make sure they’re okay?”

  As Eden watched from the corner of her eye, James’s gaze traveled to the girl’s face. He seemed bewitched, his eyes glassy. It was almost cute until she noticed Jarrod, too, had given in, their little crushes evident. Though he would never admit it, even Adam looked to be giving her a bit more consideration.

  The new girl didn’t seem to notice, her eyes on Eden. “Could I maybe buy you a cup of coffee? I was wondering if we could talk.”

  The chance, even so slight, that the girl had been told about her by whoever kept her stairs popular, nagged at the back of Eden’s mind. Too many Siders. Too many rumors. She didn’t want to stop. Would never deny the Siders the choice of opting out. She just had to figure out a way to control the rumors before the Fallen got wind.

  “Someone’s got a death wish,” Adam said under his breath.

  The blond stared at him for a second before taking a slow step toward Milton’s. “Actually, it’s the opposite,” she said, throwing open the heavy wooden door. “I need a place to live.”

  Eden’s bracelets jangled as she settled into a booth. She swirled her fingers through the steam rising from her cup. She caught Jarrod’s eye where he stood at the counter with James before turning back to the girl across from her.

  “Okay, you have my attention.” Eden took a sip of her coffee, not bothering to cool it with a breath first. “Make it quick.”

  “Here’s the deal. I spent the last of my serious cash on a hotel for tonight. I’ve got two weeks until my phone gets shut off, and I can’t get a job because I don’t have an address.” The girl curled her now ungloved hands around the warmth of her paper cup.

  Eden shrugged. “So beg. I’ll even lend you some markers. You can make yourself a real nice sign.”

  “Look, in the other boroughs, they have big groups. But you just got started. I learn fast. I could help you.”

  “We’re fine how we are.” Eden kept her face stoic as she shrugged her shoulders into her coat, turning to climb out of the booth. She poked Adam, who’d slid in next to her.

  “Wait!” the girl yelled, holding her hand across the table to stop Eden. “Hear me out!”

  Eden looked down at the splayed fingers, waiting for Adam to move. Fortunately, in the months they’d been teamed up, he’d honed his talent for knowing when she counted on him not to obey. Eden feigned impatience just long enough to make the girl nervous before dropping into her seat. She twirled her hand in the air.

  “From the look of it, I have two choices. End up raped in some alley or join up with a group. The other Siders I’ve found…” Her tongue darted out, flicking across her lips. “I ended up in Manhattan because I was told you didn’t bother Siders here too much. But crashing under a bridge is not my idea of ‘safe’. And I’m out of money.”

  “I am not a bank.”

  “I stand by my death wish statement,” Adam laughed. This time, he didn’t need any prodding. He drained the last of his cup and slid from the booth.

  “Thanks for the coffee.” Reaching back automatically, Adam took Eden’s hand. She let him help her up, his fingers wrapping around hers. Neither of their glamours so much as flickered. They’d long since grown immune to each other. Jarrod glanced over, saw them standing, and tapped James on the shoulder. They crossed the room to her.

  “Wait. Where are you going?” Trailing behind, the girl followed to the door, but Jarrod pulled it shut behind him, leaving her inside.

  The streets glistened with nighttime city shine, brought to life by the drizzle that had started while they’d been inside. Eden wasn’t surprised to see her breath. A few degrees colder, and the discarded cigarette butts and straw wrappers would be frozen to the curb. Already the air smelled of snow under the exhaust fumes.

  She led them past a seedy cabaret, ignoring the heroin eyes near the entrance. Turning down the alley that separated them from home, Jarrod’s steps faltered.

  “Eden! Stop.”

  She turned to him.

  “Why’d you leave?”

  “Because we don’t need another mouth to feed, Jarrod.”

  Jarrod threw his hands in the air. “Oh, come on. You’ve been after Zach to join us for weeks now. Why not her?”

  “Zach can take care of himself. That girl’s looking for a handout.”

  “Are you kidding me? She needs a place to stay, and you need someone besides me and Adam to dose. Sounds like a fair trade to me.�
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  “I also need someone I can depend on and trust.” Footsteps echoed off the walls, cutting her short. “Great,” Eden whispered.

  The girl caught up, her attention focused on Eden.

  “I wasn’t finished!” Her defiant voice shattered against the brick buildings towering over them. Eden swiveled to face her, but Adam had already moved between the two.

  “Whoa,” he said, shielding Eden behind him. “Ease up on the attitude…girl.”

  “Libby,” she spat. Her jaw tightened, a wave of determination cresting over her perfectly rouged cheekbones. “Will you at least think about it? Give me that much.”

  Eden rolled her eyes, walking again. “I’ll make you a deal, Libby. I’ll think about it while you go get your money’s worth out of that hotel room,” she said as she rounded the corner.

  She was letting her annoyance get the better of her. They were almost to the apartment, but Libby seemed satisfied enough to back off.

  “Are you really gonna think about it?” Jarrod asked.

  Eden smirked. “Any chance you’ll let it go?” Jarrod let out an exasperated sigh. “Didn’t think so,” she said, climbing the stairs.

  Chapter 22

  First it had been a car alarm; that had been easy enough to laugh off. But after jumping at the sound of the toaster, a blush colored Gabe’s cheeks.

  Transferring from Upstairs never got any easier. It didn’t take any physical effort, just a pure thought of home was enough to get him there, but the New York tension, millions of tightly wound mortal coils, always seemed worse when he returned.

  To top it off, on this trip there’d been an agenda. Most of his time Upstairs had been spent scouring through the records room, checking and double checking. Tedious research on the dozen names Kristen had given him.