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by Amanda Hocking


  60. the world

  The red-and-white flashing lights broke up what little semblance of peace had fallen, as morning descended on the camp.

  All of us were battered and sore, though our wounds had been tended to. Most of the mess and the aftermath of the battle against the Kirpka had been cleaned up. Gabe had eventually gathered his mom and his sister, deciding they could come up with a better explanation for her death away from here.

  We’d gone about packing up and getting ready to leave. Hutch and I hadn’t been much help, since we were both nursing serious injuries. Mom kept whispering incantations under her breath as she dressed my wound, insisting that I needed the help of the afterlife.

  I had been helping where I could, pulling up stakes outside the campers, when the black-and-white police car rolled to a stop in the center of the camp. It was nearly a minute before Deputy Bob Gendry finally hauled himself out, holding a thick manila envelope. He surveyed the campsite through his aviators and grimaced as Gideon walked toward him.

  “What seems to be the problem today?” Gideon asked.

  “Well, I’m here on behalf of the town of Caudry.” Bob cleared his throat, and it sounded like it pained him to be cordial to us. “You were promised a salary for your ‘work’”—he paused to do air quotes—“so I’m here to deliver your fee.”

  He held the envelope out toward Gideon. Gideon eyed him for a moment, unsure if this was a trick, but since it didn’t seem to be one, he took it. Then the deputy took off his sunglasses, so we could see the disgust in his eyes.

  “I don’t know what the hell happened between you and the Alvarados, and I don’t care,” Deputy Bob said. “I’m certain the tragedy that’s befallen young Miss Selena had something to do with you, but since Della Jane has the sheriff in her back pocket and she’s insisting that we let you go, well, then that’s what I have to do.”

  “We’ll be out of here just as soon as we’re finished loading up,” Gideon assured him.

  “I have a message from Della Jane, though,” Bob continued. “She said that if you ever step back into Caudry again, she will take care of you herself. And though she didn’t ask me to, I will be happy to help her.”

  Gideon nodded once, but didn’t say anything more, because there was nothing to say. Once the deputy had gotten into his car, Gideon went back to loading up the trailers.

  Hutch and Roxie were putting the finishing touches on Roxie’s trailer—which basically meant duct-taping anything that was coming loose. She’d have to drive slow, but it’d be doable.

  We finished packing up quicker than we ever had before, and Gideon gathered everyone to go over the plan—where we’d stop for gas, how we’d divvy up the money, where we were meeting up.

  But since my mom was driving, and I knew we’d just follow Gideon there, I didn’t really need to listen. I walked away from them to the edge of the camp, staring out toward the road.

  “I don’t think he’s coming,” Roxie said, pulling me from my thoughts. She stood beside me and lit a cigarette. “You can’t really blame him, either. He lost his sister, and his whole life is in shambles.”

  “I know. But I was hoping I would see him one last time.”

  “Mara?” my mom called from behind me. “We should get going.”

  I was just about to turn back when I saw it. A shiny red dot barreling down the road toward us. My heart caught in my throat as Gabe drove his Mustang right up into our campsite.

  The T-top was down, so the wind had ruffled his chestnut hair. He’d barely parked the car before he leapt out, jumping over the driver’s-side door, but he took slow, deliberate steps over to me.

  “I was afraid I wouldn’t get to say good-bye,” I said around the lump in my throat.

  “Actually, I didn’t come here to say good-bye.” He took my hand in his, and his eyes were soft and hopeful. “I wanted to know if I can come with you.”

  I was too startled to say anything for a moment, but I finally managed to get out a meek “What?”

  “I know it’s sudden, and if you guys don’t have room—”

  “We always have room,” I replied quickly, reciting Gideon’s motto. “But what about your family? Your life?”

  He looked down at the ground. “I don’t have a life here, and my family is…” He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. “My family’s been doing some pretty despicable things for a long time, and I want to put as much distance between me and them as I can.”

  “What if you change your mind?” I asked.

  He laughed darkly. “I don’t think I will, but if I do, there’s plenty of roads that lead back here, and plenty of phones to call home.”

  “Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked, barely able to hide the excitement in my voice.

  “I’ve never been more certain of anything,” he replied.

  Still holding his hand, I led him back to where my mom and Gideon were talking outside the Winnebago.

  “Gabe wants to come with us,” I said, and neither of them looked surprised.

  Gideon nodded once. “We’ve always got room, but we should get moving. I wanna get out of this place as soon as we can.”

  “You can ride with him, if you want,” Mom offered. “And we’ll discuss sleeping arrangements when we get to Houston.”

  That was all the encouragement we needed, and we hurried back to his car. The Mustang drove faster than the motorhomes, so we sped on ahead. It wasn’t until we were on the long bridge that led out of Caudry, over Lake Tristeaux, that the ice in my chest finally dissolved completely, and I relaxed into the seat.

  Gabe looked over at me, grinning, and that glint of something devilish and dangerous sparkled in his eye, and I knew he’d be up for anything. We could follow each other to the ends of the earth and back.

  ALSO BY AMANDA HOCKING

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  about the author

  Amanda Hocking is the author of the New York Times bestselling Trylle trilogy, the Kanin Chronicles, the Watersong series, and six additional self-published novels. She made international headlines by selling more than a million copies of her self-published books. She lives in Minnesota, where she’s at work on her next book. You can sign up for email updates here.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  1. Premonitions

  2. Caudry

  3. Arcana

  4. Judgment

  5. Carnival

  6. Prejudice

  7. Night Terror

  8. The Magician

  9. Diversions

  10. Rota Fortuna

  11. Temperance

  12. Townie

  13. Provisions

  14. Divination

  15. Blue Moon

  16. The Hermit

  17. Mad River

  18. Lust

  19. Curiosities

  20. The Fool

  21. Shadows

  22. Apologies

  23. Bedouin

  24. Tigris

  25. Secrets

  26. Freak

  27. Slumber

  28. Assault

  29. Inhuman

  30. The Hierophant

  31. Strength

  32. Wicked

  33. Lusus Naturae

  34. Family

  35. Gambit

  36. Hunted

  37. Justice

  38. Rotten

  39. The Hanged Man

  40. Truce

  41. The Star

  42. The Lovers

  43. Mend

  44. Sanguine

  45. Armed

  46. Tenebris

  47. Demonology

  48. Death

  49. Confession

  50
. The Sun

  51. Cursed

  52. Legacy

  53. Crossed

  54. Omen

  55. The Queen of Wands

  56. Vortex

  57. Monstrous

  58. The Devil

  59. Cleanse

  60. The World

  Also by Amanda Hocking

  About the Author

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  FREEKS. Copyright © 2016 by Amanda Hocking. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

  www.stmartins.com

  Cover design by Lisa Marie Pompilio

  Cover illustration © Shane Rebenschied

  The Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available upon request.

  ISBN 978-1-250-08477-4 (hardcover)

  ISBN 978-1-250-08478-1 (e-book)

  e-ISBN 9781250084781

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  First Edition: January 2017

 

 

 


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