by M. Leighton
As if in slow motion, Trace raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. Then, just as slowly, he lowered it and leaned further toward me, barely pressing his lips to mine. His touch felt like the whisper of wind in my hair or the warmth of sunshine on my face—light and true and so amazing that it resonated in my soul.
When he leaned back, I was still speechless. All I could do was smile and enjoy one of life’s happiest, most picturesque moments.
Finally, Trace made a soft request. “Say something.”
And then I got to say what had been in my heart for four long years.
“I love you, too.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, just like in the movies, before Brady interrupted us.
“We’re here.”
And with that, the moment was over. The real troubles were about to begin.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Once we were stopped, cars started filing in and parking in every available space. We got out and walked halfway into the meadow, turning to watch as our classmates poured out of vehicles and headed in our direction. No one said a word. In fact, it was so eerily quiet, it seemed that the world was standing still in observation of some momentous occasion.
And that scared me half to death.
When every car was empty and every eye was trained steadily, patiently, expectantly on me, my mind raced for where to begin, for how to explain what was ahead for us. How does one go about explaining an uncertain future and an unclear present?
I took a deep breath during which I was hoping inspiration or whispers or something would come to me. Turns out I needed none of the above. A wave of power the likes of which I could never have dreamed of hit me right between the shoulder blades. I gasped as it drove me to my knees. I panted to catch my breath, my mind awhirl with questions, when Trace reached down and dragged me to my feet. With his touch, calm stole over me. It was just enough of a breather for me to collect my wits and take note of what was going on around me.
The first thing I noticed was the look of utter shock on every face in the crowd. The second thing I noticed was that they were not looking at me. They were looking beyond me.
Slowly, I turned around. And there they were. The proof of what I’d been saying. The evidence of what was to come. The embodiment of both what we would fight for and what we would fight against.
From our left emerged a group of those enslaved by the moon. There were werewolves and grendels and windegos and gorgons and all manner of other creatures that I had yet to meet.
To our right, careful to stay within the deep shadows of the forest, were those I assumed were enslaved by the sun. Vampires and succubi and ravens and dragons and more creatures I had yet to meet.
And I knew them all. I felt them all. I could take a piece of each of them into myself and make it my own, even for a short while. And with Trace’s help, I could turn it on them, use their powers and the powers of their enemies against them. But I would need help.
Turning back to my classmates, I spoke softly, using both my voice and my mind as I channeled power from several telepaths in the vicinity.
“You have a choice. But you have to make it today. Right now. We can fight for ourselves, learn to use our powers and win our freedom from them, from the sun and from the moon. Or we can go on as we have been, like ignorant sheep being led to the slaughter, we can graduate and be set free from the school into the hands of monsters who know nothing more than living as slaves to gods and goddesses. I, for one, will never be a slave to anyone, least of all egotistical gods who use and abuse human lives like worthless pawns. Will you fight with me? To save our parents? To save the family that has gone before us and never had a choice? Will you fight to set them free by conquering them? We have to show them the way, or they’ll never find it, never be free.”
If it had been night, crickets would’ve been as loud as sirens in the absolute silence that followed my speech. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Who’s with me?”
My confidence flagged when I was initially met with nothing but blank stares. But then Trace took a step closer to me and spoke loudly enough for the others to hear.
“I’m in.”
Then Brady. “I’m in, too.”
Then Lacey. “Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” She grinned her vivacious, cheeky grin and I felt some of the tension leave me. As long as I was surrounded by those three amazing people, there was nothing I couldn’t do. Nothing we couldn’t do together. Nothing we couldn’t handle.
But then, suddenly, we weren’t alone.
One by one, my classmates started to step forward, their enthusiasm growing in direct correlation with their numbers. When every person in the crowd had stepped forward—even the nasty ones like Amity Ledger—Trace, Brady, Lacey and I walked to the front of the line and turned to face the creatures that hovered just outside the protective barriers of Two Lakes.
“We’ll be ready for you,” I shouted, both with my mouth and with my mind.
Hair-raising cries and growls erupted through the morning air, sending chills rippling down my arms. Then, in unison, our group matched them. Every person in our ranks flexed his second nature, embracing it, owning it, and we cried our own determination. And if they were smart, the others would take notice. We would not be defeated. We could not be defeated. I wouldn’t allow it.
TO BE CONTINUED
IN THE SECOND AND FINAL BOOK
COMING FALL, 2012
A FINAL WORD
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Other books by M. Leighton
Blood Like Poison: For the Love of a Vampire
Blood Like Poison: Destined for a Vampire
Blood Like Poison: To Kill an Angel
Caterpillar
Madly
Madly & Wolfhardt
The Reaping
The Reckoning
Wiccan
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MADLY
By
M. Leighton
CHAPTER ONE
I looked out the classroom window, wishing I was outdoors enjoying the ambient conditions of Slumber, conditions that I’d come to love in a relatively short amount of time. If I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the humid sea breeze ruffling
my hair, the hot sun shining down on my face. I could almost smell the sweet hint of jasmine in the air, too.
Sighing, I turned my attention to the back of Aidan’s sandy head. My lazy musings coupled with the soft drone of Mr. Laraby’s voice provided the perfect background noise to lull me into a semi-comatose state.
Aidan turned around and winked at me. Whether he’d known I was watching him or he was just being his fun-loving self, I didn’t know. With Aidan, you could never tell what went on behind his warm hazel eyes, but either way he made me smile. He was constantly teasing me or doing something funny to make me laugh.
When he turned back toward the front of the class, I sighed. I couldn’t wait for our mating tie to materialize, for the time when the mere sight of him would make me swoon. That’s what happened between all fated mates and, since I was to be betrothed to Aidan in nine more months, I fully expected it would happen with us. But right now, he just felt like my big brother.
Tingling fingers of unease lifted the roots of my waist length blonde hair away from my scalp, startling me from my stupor. I sat up in my seat and looked around. Just as I was about to reassure myself that it had only been my imagination, the shiny, gilded cuff around my wrist began to heat against my skin.
I looked down at my bracelet, the wide gold band that had adorned my arm practically since birth. It held a charm tight against the skin on the inside of my wrist, where it continually leached power straight into my bloodstream.
The charm itself was a blue-green hoop that looked like a delicate, water-filled doughnut. All of us had a similar charm that we wore somewhere against our skin. It was the source of our magic on dry land. But at the empty center of mine was a single silvery pearl. Upon casual inspection, it seemed to be part of the circle, but it was not. It wasn’t attached to anything, held in place by nothing more than the potent enchantment that marked my family, my entire race.
Like a bolt of lightning, pain suddenly shot from my wrist straight up my arm and into my head. My sharp inhalation alerted Aidan and Jersey, my two best friends, both of whom sat in front of me. I saw them turn toward me right before my vision blurred with tears.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit my lip to keep the scream on my tongue from finding its way out. Electricity held my arm stiff as the current began to flow through the rest of my body. My hair felt like it was on fire and my toes twitched inside my loafers. Lips that felt like they were melting off my face could no longer hold the cry inside, but when it escaped, it didn’t sound like my voice. It sounded like the high-pitched call of a siren.
Then, as quickly as it had come upon me, it was over. I felt my body go limp in my seat and I slumped forward over my desk. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that every face in class was turned curiously in my direction. Despite the shock of what had just happened, I felt the burn of embarrassment sting my cheeks.
“Madly, what is it?”
Jersey’s concerned voice was near my right ear, concern I knew would be mirrored in her sea foam eyes.
“Hey, James, quit trying to scare us,” Aidan whispered into the other ear. Though his comment was meant to sound casual, I could hear the genuine fear in his voice.
I lifted my head and opened my eyes to Aidan’s. I knew by the frown that appeared on his smooth brow that he knew something was seriously wrong.
“Mr. Laraby, Madly’s not feeling well, can we take her down the hall to the bathroom?”
“She doesn’t look very good, does she?” Mr. Laraby asked, eyeing me suspiciously. “No, why don’t you take her to the nurse’s office?”
“Yes, sir,” Aidan replied, coming around to throw my arm around his shoulder and slip his hand around my waist. With virtually no effort, he hauled me to my feet.
“Jersey, grab her bag.”
I heard the rustling of Jersey jumping to obey Aidan and then the patter of her feet as she followed behind us.
As soon as we were clear of Mr. Laraby’s room, Aidan steered me to the long line of army green lockers on one side of the hall and propped me up against the cool metal.
“What was that all about? What is it?”
At first when he asked, I wasn’t sure how to answer, wasn’t really sure what had happened. But then, as the fog cleared from my mind, an image was left in its wake. It was the mental picture of someone I recognized.
“It’s Lady Sheelah.”
As my vision came back into ultra-clear focus, I saw Aidan’s pupils dilate and, for the first time since I’d known him, the jokester disappeared into the royalty that he was born to be.
“Then we need to get to her.”
With that, he took my hand, pulled me away from the lockers and practically dragged me down the hall. I’d forgotten all about Jersey until I heard her speak up from somewhere behind us.
“Um, hello? Is somebody gonna tell me what the devil is going on?”
“Come on, Jersey,” Aidan called over his shoulder. “Keep up.”
“I’m trying, but not all of us are giants,” she snipped.
When I turned to look back at her, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her short legs flying in her efforts to reach us.
“Just like not all of us are shrimps,” I teased.
“A shellfish joke? Seriously? Are you actually gonna go there?”
Jersey’s expression said she was skeptical. I smiled again.
It helped to have her around to lighten the mood. It gave me a reason not to focus on the sinking feeling that was pulling at my heart, a feeling that assured me that what had happened in Mr. Laraby’s classroom did not bode well.
The three of us made our way quickly from Building C to the dorms that crouched in a tight circle in the center of campus. Veritas Academy was a private school, so our handler, Lady Sheelah, stayed in our dorm acting as our Resident Advisor, a very human-looking position.
As we arrived at her room, Aidan took the lead and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked a second time. When still there was no sign of Lady Sheelah, he reached for the knob. It was unlocked, turning easily.
Pushing the door open a bit, Aidan poked his head into the room and said, “Hello? Sheelah?”
When there was no response, my breath began to come faster. Something was desperately wrong; I could feel it.
“Stay here,” Aidan ordered as he swung the door wide and stepped inside.
He disappeared into the dark interior of the small room and Jersey and I looked at each other. Then, as she so often did, Jersey said exactly what I was thinking.
“As if!”
I took the first step into Lady Sheelah’s room. Jersey was right behind me. I felt her fingers fist in the tails of my shirt, tails I’d purposely left hanging out over my cheesy blue plaid skirt.
Leaving my shirt untucked was my tribute to individuality among all the other uniform-clad students. “They” frowned upon it, but Jersey and I had decided two months ago that they could make us wear a uniform at Veritas Academy, but they could never make us all look the same. For Jersey, that meant wearing lots of costume jewelry and fingernail polish in every color of the rainbow.
In the quiet of the room, I heard nothing but the smack of Jersey’s lips as she chomped on her gum.
“Jersey, shh,” I whispered over my shoulder.
“I can’t help it. I’m ‘nervous chewing’,” she explained in a hushed voice.
I don’t know how it was possible that I hadn’t yet become accustomed to her loud gum-chewing. She’d done it almost all our lives, ever since she’d bought a pack of Hubba Bubba on our first trip to dry land.
Doing my best to tune it out, I called softly to Aidan.
“Over here,” came his response.
The normal tones with which he spoke eased my fretting mind. In fact, I was just about to relax when I rounded the corner and saw him standing over Lady Sheelah.
From behind Aidan’s shoulder, I could only see her head. Her dark brown hair was spread out around her, fanned out almost pu
rposefully. Her face was turned to one side, her expression blank, her jaw slack. When I saw the splatters of silver on her pale cheek, I gasped. There was only one thing I knew of that looked like that. It would’ve been red inside her body, but outside it…
Numbly, I edged my way around Aidan. My stomach rebelled at the sight that lay before my eyes.
At the foot of her twin bed, Lady Sheelah lay prone on the floor, surrounded by a pool of liquid silver. It was mercury, the blood of the mermaid.
