Endless Knight (The Arcana Chronicles)

by Cole, Kresley

  Selena answered him, “They’re reborn, with no memory of their past lives. Well, except for him.” She pointed at Matthew. “The Fool sees everything. That’s what makes him crazy.”

  Matthew nodded happily at her.

  Directing a scowl her way, I shuffled through some more cards, but Finn stayed my hand over one. “Wait, I’ve seen this guy.” His face paled.

  “The Hierophant?” The image was of a robed figure giving a blessing to his kneeling followers. They all had milky white eyes. I handed Finn the card.

  In a hushed tone, Matthew said, “Hierophant. He of the Dark Rites.”

  I remembered Gran warning me about him: He’s a charmer, Evie, a spellbinder. Never look him in the eyes. You are vulnerable to him. And he’s not the only one. “My grandmother told me he can control your mind to make you commit monstrous acts. Once you do, you’ll be enslaved forever—even after his death, you’ll keep doing whatever it is he wanted from you. The monstrous acts vary each game.” Having been brainwashed in a nuthouse, I had a particular dread of mind control.

  Eyes locked on the image in his shaking hand, Finn said, “He was with the cannibals. I think I can guess what the monstrous act is. He’s making people eat human flesh.”

  “No one needs to force people to eat others.” Jackson was joining in the conversation? “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no food in these mountains. None.”

  We were going on months of empty grocery stores and zero crops growing. Few animals were alive to be hunted.

  His voice a whisper, Finn said, “These particular cannibals feed . . . on the living. Not just raw. Living. Monstrous enough for you?”

  No. No way.

  Finn looked at Matthew, his gaze haunted. “These Arcana are sick, and they aren’t just fighting each other. What the hell is the point of our existence?”

  Matthew glanced up, startled. “Point? Cachet. We are champions of the gods!”

  “Gods?” I croaked, peering up at the low ceiling. “Are there, like, deities running around, controlling the game?”

  “They left—”

  Suddenly Jackson yanked his crossbow over his back, aiming out the hut’s opening. “We got company.”

  Selena had already risen to one knee, her bow and arrow aimed—a little too close to my head. “It’s a wolf,” she said just as I spied gleaming yellow eyes in the burned woods.

  Big yellow eyes.

  Though Jackson relaxed his aim a fraction, Selena looked even more deadly. Before I could say a word, her arrow zoomed past my ear toward the animal.

  When we heard the creature speeding away through the mud, Selena bit out a curse.

  “Why would you kill it?” I demanded. “That might be the last of its kind on earth!”

  Even Jackson—a seasoned hunter—was giving her a look that said, Not cool.

  “That was no ordinary wolf.” Selena looked uneasy. Selena never looked uneasy. “We’ve been scouted by the Strength Card. The Mistress of Fauna.”

  I remembered that card, and Gran’s words: Fauna can control animals, Evie, borrowing their senses and making them her familiars.

  “Why didn’t we hear her call grow louder?” Finn said.

  Selena had already strung one of her makeshift arrows. “Because she isn’t near us, not yet. Only her familiars.”

  I scrambled out of the line of fire. “Why didn’t she sic the wolf on us?”

  Selena shook her head. “I don’t know why, but Fauna just wanted a look-see. And I think . . .”

  “What?”

  “I think she wanted us to know she’s watching us. That wolf has been stalking us for days, but I never caught sight of it. Now it reveals itself?”

  I swallowed, and Finn said, “What do you mean, watching us? And why would the Strength Card be involved with animals?”

  I remembered this one—I’d had the same question eight years ago. “People only started calling her Strength in recent times. She used to be the Fortitude Card, referring to her single-minded purpose. She thinks the way animals do, like beasts on the hunt, with a sole, blood-driven resolve.”

  I drew out her card, showing them a delicate girl in a white robe, holding the mouth of a ferocious lion. “Her card is one of the most literal. She can manipulate animals the same way I do plants. Like Gabriel, she has animal senses.”

  Selena said, “Not only that—she can tap into the senses of nearby creatures.”

  I nodded. “I remember that. If she wanted to spy on us, she could get a crow to fly over and see us through its eyes.” Even Jackson was listening intently to this. “And if she exchanges her blood with an animal, it becomes her familiar, connected to her forever. I don’t know how exactly. Selena?”

  “Trade secret. Sometimes we don’t know all the powers. Though Matthew would.”

  He cast her a mulish look. “Not your psychic.”

  “Matthew, please,” I murmured, “can you tell us anything?”

  He gazed down at his hand. Yet now he seemed to be looking for something there.

  Or maybe my paranoia was spreading like kudzu. I asked Selena, “Do you ever ally with Fauna? Does her family chronicle?”

  “Not normally. Each game she’s allied with different cards.”

  Finn stared for long moments at the image. “She’s got an infinity symbol on her card. It’s right above her head. Like on mine.”

  Those shared symbols. Death’s card had a waterfall like mine and a rose upon his flag. In essence, he carried a single white rose—as the Fool did on his card. “. . . to be read like a map.”

  Seeming to give himself an inner shake, Finn said, “So, to recap, we’ve got zombies on our trail and cannibal mines nearby, and now we’ve got another Arcana on our ass.”

  “Look on the bright side,” I said. “How many animals can still be alive? This game, it would suck to be the Mistress of Fauna.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than a wolf howled in the distance.

  With plaintive calls, two more answered.

  8

  Blood spilling from my mouth and wound, I writhe on Death’s sword.

  Please. The word is on my lips, but I am too proud to utter it.

  Though I want to live, I will never beg!

  The Reaper removes his gauntlet, revealing a hand covered with icons. He must have nine kills.

  Soon to harvest five more.

  He reaches for me with that bared hand, a weapon in itself. I shudder with fear and agony. The more I shake, the more his sword slices at my entrails and raps against my spine. Tears blur my vision, spilling down my cheeks.

  In the distance, a lion roars.

  “This will hurt for nary a moment more,” he promises, his eyes intent on mine.

  All the things I wish I’d done. At least my family will pass on to future Empresses what knowledge I’ve garnered. I made sure of that.

  He’s so close I can perceive his breaths on my face, cooling my tears.

  I am looking upon Death, as his hand inches closer. . . .

  I shot awake, swiping my palm over my cheek, stunned that there weren’t tears streaming down, stunned that Death wasn’t right beside me. As I blinked my eyes, I probed, realizing his presence was gone.

  It was dark in the hut, but my shirt was riding up, revealing a glowing glyph. It cast enough light to see Matthew’s sleeping form nearby. Selena and Finn were asleep as well.

  Jackson was awake, seated across from me—and staring at the glyph. It reflected in his gray gaze.

  In a low tone, he said, “Can you feel them things, you?” There was no rage in his voice.

  “They’re like shivers.” I admitted, “It’s comforting to feel them.” Because they represented my arsenal, and I believed that somehow, someway, they were all that stood between me and Death.

  Jackson’s gaze flickered over my face, studying. Always studying. “What’s it feel like when you change completely?”

  Amazing. No room for uncertainty, just sizzling power. “It’s definite
ly different.”

  “You were like a . . . a divinité.”

  I sat up. Still his words could thrill me. Still I was one heartbeat away from telling him how much I—

  “You ain’t human, no?”

  The thrill flared out, leaving cold ash. Though the statement was fair, it still stung. How to answer? “Both my parents were. You know my mom was.” Jackson had met her the night before she died, giving her enough time to get to know him, to rest assured that he could keep me safe. “I never wanted to deceive you, Jack. I was just getting used to this stuff myself. Didn’t know my way around it.”

  He scrubbed a hand over his tired face. “Why didn’t you tell me about all this shit?”

  “I was warned against confiding in others.” Arcana means secrets, as Matthew had said.

  “Coo-yôn must’ve told you that!”

  Selena sighed without rousing. Finn smacked his lips and muttered, “Mom, how long I gotta stay there?”

  Without a word, Jack collected his gear and stormed out into the mist, taking a seat on a nearby shelf of rock.

  Though uninvited, I joined him.

  “You listened to coo-yôn, trusting him over me?”

  “Yes, Jackson, the psychic I trust with my life told me not to tell anyone. You know, the kid who predicted the end of the world and saved me from the Flash. Besides, you and I had a deal: I’d tell you my secrets once you got me to my grandmother’s.”

  “Like you would’ve told me then. You wrote me a note and took off from Finn’s without a word because you knew how I’d react.”

  “That’s not true. After our fight, I decided that you deserved to know the truth, warning or no. I was coming to reveal everything when I saw you and Selena—”

  “Not me.”

  “Not you,” I whispered.

  He fell silent. Talk to me, I wanted to scream. Tell me what you’re thinking.

  “You told me I quieted the voices.” The Arcana calls I’d heard but hadn’t understood. “Seems like you’d need to hear them now.”

  “For some reason, you quiet the buzz of all of them. But if one came close enough I’d still hear it, just as I did Selena’s call.”

  “Does it scare you, knowing these people want to kill you?”

  I nodded. “I’ve known for months that Death has some kind of sick interest in me. I don’t know why, but he does.” I thought of my dream. Apparently, he always had. “Matthew’s shown me visions of his skill, his lack of mercy.” And Death had said I wouldn’t last this week. “But I try not to dwell on it, try to think about other things.”

  “Like what?”

  Like wishing I were normal and we were back together. “I think about you a lot.”

  “Why’s that? You doan need a protector anymore.”

  Debatable. And maybe we needed to protect each other. Besides . . . “That’s not the reason I liked you.”

  “Oh, this I gotta hear.” His tone was snide.

  “Just forget it. It doesn’t matter. Why should I explain anything to you? You’re going to leave as soon as we get to the next town. That’s clear.”

  “Is it?”

  “It’s for the best anyway. You’ll be safer once we separate.” Separate. A life without Jackson Deveaux. The mere idea sent my emotions spiraling.

  My skin began to glow anew, and even through my T-shirt, the glyphs shone as they wound along my arms, across my chest. I knew my face was casting off light as well.

  He stared at the changes in me.

  “Look at you, Jack! You’re disgusted.”

  “Not used to you.” He got up on his knees before me, wary, like a mongoose sidling around a serpent. “Just let me do this, okay?”

  As he reached for me, he yanked off his fingerless gloves, as Death had done in my dream. Block that out.

  Jackson lifted the hem of my shirt, baring my torso to little bites of rain—and his avid gaze. With his muscles tensed as if he might have to leap away at any moment, he tentatively touched me.

  I gasped at the contact.

  Growing bolder, he skimmed the backs of his fingers along a glyph as it floated across my damp skin. His hooded eyes followed the path of his fingers. “Hypnotique.” His breaths were short puffs of smoke in the cold night, his expression fascinated.

  With infinite slowness, he stroked until I was panting, until I ached. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. I needed him to kiss me. I needed those strong arms, squeezing me to him.

  “Your skin is so soft. Satinée,” he murmured. “You goan to drive me crazy before it’s all done, ain’t you?”

  “Jack, please.”

  “Please what?” He looked up, met my eyes.

  Accept me, kiss me. I moistened my lips.

  He noticed. Though his brows drew together as if he were pained, he didn’t give me the kiss I craved from him. Yet his fingers still traced my skin, higher, higher.

  When he bared my bra and grazed his knuckles over me, I couldn’t stand it anymore—I scrambled to my knees, grasped his broad shoulders, and kissed him.

  His muscles stiffened beneath my palms. Against his lips, I murmured, “Kiss me back?”

  Heartbeats passed.

  Then, with a groan, he did. Slow slants of his lips over mine grew more heated, more urgent. He leaned me down over his arm, laying his rough palm on my cheek to hold me steady for his kiss.

  Groans broke from his lungs, moans from my lips. As ever, the fire between us stoked into an inferno. That combustible chemistry. He kissed me like he wanted to brand me—

  Someone cleared his throat.

  When Jackson released me and drew back, I saw Matthew standing awkwardly at the entrance to the hut.

  As I pulled my shirt down, Jackson grated to me, “You taste like my Evie, feel like her. But you’re not her.” He swiped the back of his hand over his lips.

  Ah, and here was the rage.

  “We’re out here with no protection from Baggers, no lookout, and I’m still a heartbeat from taking you! You mesmerizing me too? That’s the only goddamned reason I’d still be thinking about you after all this shit. All my life, I never went looking for trouble, but it always found me! You’re just the latest helping of grief.”

  My eyes pricked with tears. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

  “Then let me go! End this hold you got over me.”

  “I didn’t mesmerize you. I wouldn’t.” Surely I wouldn’t?

  “ ‘Come, touch, pay a price?’ That’s your call? Well, I did. I’m paying it still.”

  He snatched up his bow and bag and strode away into the dark, leaving me trembling, cold, adrift. I stared after him for long moments. When I pulled my knees to my chest, Matthew crossed to sit beside me. “Not Arcana.”

  “Can you see Jackson’s future?”

  “I see far.” He frowned. “Not with him. Unknown. Variable. Strike from equation!”

  “Would he be safer away from us?”

  Matthew gave me a raised-brow really? look. Stupid question. Then he tilted his head. “More dreams of Death?”

  I forced myself to stop staring in Jackson’s direction and pay attention to Matthew, who sounded relatively coherent. “Yes. The same encounter with Death, after he’s stabbed me.” Again, I’d noted that he looked younger then. “If he’s immortal, how does Death age?”

  “Duration of the games. Game begins—he ages. Game ends—he stops.”

  “He doesn’t look that much older now. How long do these games last?”

  Matthew sighed. “This will be one of the longest.”

  “If I can regenerate, then is his Touch of Death the only way to kill me?” Or maybe I was like the Bagmen, taken out with a shot to the brainpan?

  Shrug.

  Change of tack. “Does he always kill me?”

  “Not always. And Lady Lotus didn’t die once.”

  I swallowed. “Meaning others have slain me—and I actually won a game?” I almost wished I hadn’t known that. “How many
did I personally take out then?”

  Hesitation. “More than anyone before. Or since.”

  I was a record-holder. No wonder Selena worried about me getting a word out when we met new Arcana. They’d all be after my head. “Who else got me?”

  Matthew studied his hand, hard, end of subject.

  “At least tell me how many times Death has done it.”

  “This Death? Two out of last three.” Matthew’s brown eyes were so grave as he said, “Practice makes perfect.”

  9

  DAY 254 A.F.

  SOMEWHERE IN THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS

  “If it seems too good to be true . . .” Jackson muttered to no one in particular.

  We’d come upon an abandoned homestead, a quaint cabin perched high on a rise, with rocking chairs on the front porch and a nearby barn. It looked like it’d once belonged to someone who’d smoked a corncob pipe, wore “dungarees,” and called bears “bars.”

  At the sight of a man-made shelter, I almost salivated. We hadn’t had a proper roof over our heads since the hut five days ago. As usual, everyone except Selena was soaked and freezing. My teeth were chattering again, my stomach growling. At these higher altitudes there was more bone-chilling fog and even frost.

  But we were all wary.

  “Even if it’s empty, can we risk staying here?” Finn asked, looking at the place as longingly as I was.

  Zombies continued to trail us, and we still had a couple of hours before dusk. “The Baggers sh-should have trouble on that l-last rise, right?” I asked.

  “Just like you, Evie!” Selena said brightly.

  Bitch. There’d been a sheer rock face to scale. We’d had to use a rope! I’d never climbed a cliff in my life and had flailed like a trout on a line. I’d been as worried about Matthew as about myself, but compared to me he was a mountaineer.

  Jackson didn’t join in the discussion, just started toward the cabin. When we followed, he said, “I go alone.”

  In the past, Selena would’ve trotted after him anyway, but she’d been remaining close to me. Like gum on the bottom of my boot.

  I told him, “Fais gaffe à toi.” Watch out for yourself.

  Jackson’s gaze cut to me, and I saw some emotion flicker there before he masked it.