The Price We Pay (Life After War Book 7)

by Angela White

  Marc wasn’t taking any chances either on driving her into Adrian’s arms, but he didn’t understand how determined she was to stick to the deal she’d made. The scientists hadn’t been able to reverse a corrupt descendant and neither had Adrian, that she knew of, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be done. In time, she might even be able to forgive herself for all the awful choices she’d made.

  When she’d told the jury she hadn’t known until the calls went out, she’d been lying. Her first earth-shattering moment of contact with Adrian had taken them through a flash of the future that neither of them had fully understood or appreciated then, but it had been clear enough that Adrian wasn’t the good man he’d been pretending to be. And right then, she’d been tempted and bribed with information, power, and eventually, adoration. Adrian had manipulated all of them from moment one, and she’d known and approved most of it. He was an evil genius and she’d wanted to learn everything he had to teach.

  That hadn’t changed.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  1

  “Has anyone seen Dog?”

  Marc’s query caused Shawn to sigh. “I have.”

  Marc made his way through the crowded mess to the center table. “I haven’t seen him since we left the lodge. He said he’d find his own way back.”

  Shawn didn’t like his job right now. “Dog wanted me to tell you he’ll be back before we leave for the island, but he’s got scents to chase.”

  “He left?” Marc asked, dumbfounded. “Without saying goodbye?”

  Shawn sighed again. “He asked me to give you something.”

  Marc leaned down, expecting a whispered message.

  Shan grabbed him for a tight bear hug and then quickly shoved him back.

  “He said he’d always wanted to do that.”

  Shawn quickly left the mess of curiously staring people, knowing the word would spread fast.

  Did you know this too? Marc asked silently.

  No.

  Will he come back?

  Angela closed her eyes as her table went quiet, realizing they were missing something. Around them, the mess of people continued to mutter and chat about all that had happened.

  Yes.

  When?

  There is snow on the ground, but the camp women do not look different than now. Not very long.

  Marc was relieved and Angela patted his arm as he came to sit next to her.

  Marc knew she wanted updates and flipped open his book. He’d never expected Dog to stay with him forever and he would just have to be glad that the big animal would return.

  “Room for us?”

  “Of course,” Angela answered cheerfully. All of them knew it was forced and they respected her more for it, even the teenager who took a place across from her.

  Tracy stayed standing. She was on watch over the mess and her bruised face was a constant reminder of what they’d just gone through.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Angela shook her head. “Your feelings weren’t wrong, boy, just how you lost control. I don’t hold it against you.” Angela looked at him. “Do you hold it against me?”

  “Yes, I do.” Charlie felt the table go cold, but didn’t take it back. “I’ll work through it like everyone else who feels you went too far.”

  “All 17% of them,” Angela muttered. She shoved up from the table. “It’s an amazing approval rating for any leader.”

  Angela motioned for Tracy to follow and left a frowning, glowering table.

  “What?”

  “Boy, you need to be turned over my knee!” Marc swore quietly. “I almost had her in a good mood so she’d sleep.”

  “I can’t lie to her!” Charlie protested. “I don’t like what she did. And why does 17% make her so mad?”

  “She’s not mad, Charlie. She’s hurting. A chunk of her population doesn’t want her as their leader. But she loves every one of them.”

  “He’s too young to understand,” Kyle pointed out. He often had the same issue with Jennifer over the deeper layers of adult emotions. “Just keep him away from her for a while.”

  “Agreed,” Marc said. “Until he can show some respect for her position and her pain, it’s contact by my permission only.”

  Charlie started to react badly and then caught himself as he realized that was part of what they meant.

  “When you can control yourself, that will change,” Marc said, rising. “Until then, how about you spend the evening doing Tracy’s shift? Send her to a hot shower—alone.”

  2

  Marc caught up to Angela, seeing she’d already sent Tracy toward the campers.

  “It’ll help with soreness,” Angela said. “Thank you. She wouldn’t have taken the night off if I’d tried to give it to her.”

  “She doesn’t want special treatment,” he observed.

  “No. She’s tough.”

  Marc saw she wasn’t heading for an obvious part of camp and slid an arm around her shoulders.

  Angela burrowed into his welcoming warmth, wishing she could feel the peace that was settling over the rest of them. Even Brady was calming. He’d already shoved the soldier back into his cage.

  “I need permission to leave camp.”

  Kendle had trailed them from the mess, under the disapproving eyes of the guards.

  “You don’t need it,” Angela said. “Come and go as you please.”

  “You know where I’m going.”

  “Yes. Nothing will change for you here, as long as you walk the line.”

  “He told me.”

  “Then go. I’ve already informed the gate guards to let you through.”

  Kendle left without a single glance at Marc. She wasn’t stupid enough to even make eye contact in front of Angela after witnessing the destruction she could hand out when provoked.

  Marc suddenly felt like a rookie and he turned to her in astonishment. “You knew all along! You planned it this way so he wouldn’t be alone!”

  Angela stared for a long moment, considering, and then turned away without a response.

  Marc followed her in a daze. Angie had known Kendle was coming-Charlie had warned them. And he’d said Adrian would like the island woman.

  She planned all of it! To save him.

  3

  “Do you guys want to talk about it?’

  Sam asked the question reluctantly. It had been perfect for her and she didn’t want to hear that it hadn’t been that way for them. That would mean she couldn’t do it again.

  Sam noticed the silence, and looked back and forth between them. She saw red faces and averted eyes, but no desire to end their new closeness.

  “If it gets to where you don’t want to, I need you to tell me,” she said, leading them through the camp that was starting to settle in for the night.

  “We, uh…discussed it after you crashed,” Neil began.

  Jeremy gave him an encouraging look, but Neil wasn’t sure where to go from there and Jeremy was forced to pick up the slack.

  “We kinda figured that this, uh, well it solves the jealousy issues.”

  Both men braced for her anger.

  “We should celebrate,” Sam exclaimed. “Let’s go dance.”

  “What?” they answered in perfect harmony.

  Sam grinned, curling her arms around theirs as she walked between them. “We won, you know? We deserve to dance. I hear the music starting.”

  Neil and Jeremy allowed themselves to be dragged to the small dancing area that had been made with gravel and then roped off with the last of the yellow caution tape they’d had since the beginning of Safe Haven.

  Jeremy shoved her into Neil’s arms, and detoured to the lost-looking woman standing near the musicians.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Sure. Why?” Cynthia’s voice was too bright and Jeremy followed the instincts that he’d learned from his time in this camp. “Come on. You need a dance.”

  Cynthia went willingly. Daryl was on duty and she was feeling lost.

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  “Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty lady.”

  Cynthia rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile. “I’m okay. It was a long run.”

  “Don’t we know it!” Neil agreed. Sam had immediately inched them closer when Jeremy led the reporter onto the gravel floor.

  “We care about you,” Sam added. It wasn’t all jealousy that had brought her over. “Lean on us when you need friends.”

  Cynthia rested her head against Jeremy’s shoulder and he could feel her struggling not to cry.

  Unsure of what she needed, Jeremy was relieved when Sam took Cynthia’s arm and led her to a quiet area. The two females perched in the branches of the tree and the men stayed alert, scanning the shadows.

  They hoped Sam could help the reporter, but from what Neil had discovered about her coming child, it didn’t look good. There was only one descendant here who could change the natural order of things and it would take a lot to get her to agree. Not to mention the timing. The women were all due in the same two weeks, but there was no way Marc would let Angela try to help until after their own child was born and safe. If Cynthia delivered first, without the magic of Angela’s touch, the future couldn’t be changed. Sam had given them all the details they’d asked for and then a few they hadn’t wanted to hear.

  It will curse Angela again. She’s trying to fall back into being good now, but if she has to do this, it will prove she can’t come back. When she knows she’s damned, with no hope of atonement, she’ll cross every line she’s ever dreamed about, including Adrian’s.

  It seemed like Cynthia’s child was doomed and none of them wanted to imagine what Angela would do if the child were born without being altered. She wouldn’t allow evil to flourish here, no matter what the age.

  4

  “He won’t be content with her for long.”

  Kenn frowned. He was sitting on their sleeping bag, rubbing her feet.

  “You mean Adrian?”

  “Yes. Kendle isn’t enough for him.”

  Kenn didn’t need to ask what would happen once Adrian sent Kendle down the redline.

  “Just my opinion,” Tonya remarked.

  “Go ahead,” he invited. It still surprised him that her opinions mattered. There was a sharp mind behind those hungry green eyes, and Kenn found himself listening to her-often.

  “That one wants to be the boss. She isn’t going to stop there, but Adrian will only be satisfied with it so long as it doesn’t interfere with Angela’s plans. As soon as she crossed that line, or pushes him too hard, he’ll be done.”

  “Maybe,” Kenn agreed. He couldn’t really see a way that Adrian would be allowed back in camp. Letting Kendle serve with Angela was as close to it as he would get. Kenn thought Adrian would hang onto that tiny bit of comfort for as long as he could.

  Tonya ran a hand up his bare back. “Do you have duty?”

  “No. Brady does.”

  Tonya raked her claws this time, drawing a slight flinch. “Want to pick up where we left off last time?”

  Kenn’s face lit up as Tonya pulled the dark wig on over her red tresses. With curls and a satin sheen, it was eerily similar to Angela’s hair.

  “I’ve been a bad girl,” she pouted.

  Kenn lunged, taking part of the tent stakes up as he landed next to her. “Yes, you have!”

  5

  Angela opened her lids to find the tent gone and her bedroll on top of the cliff she’d gone to sleep thinking of. She was facing west, and able to see across the entire country.

  A giant cloud of flames across the landscape took up the view and she glanced down to find a volcano spewing a steady geyser of lava and black clouds. Her magnified view could discern bright orange streaks below the surface and another blast of lava shot into the air, making her flinch.

  Volcanic ash. It was coming again and here she’d thought they were going to get a much-needed break.

  After a minute, Angela felt the witch pull back to wherever she went when Angela didn’t need her. A minute after that, Angela herself was back asleep.

  Marc held her closer. How long would she remain with him and the camp before she broke? How long would she feel like she had to be with him to repay the debt she felt she owed? A few more months? Half a year? Not a full one, he was sure. He wouldn’t be able to pretend for another 365 days. Angela had outgrown him. He had nothing left to teach and that spelled doom. She was running rings around him and everyone else except for Adrian. It was only natural that she would want to be with her own kind.

  6

  Before dawn had broken the ugly sky, Angela was up and dressing. She began to fill Marc in on her dream as she slid into her jeans and boots, and then her shirt. She knew men liked the look of a woman wearing different layers of clothing and she wanted Brady in a good mood for this. “I have to take a walk. I need you to go with me.”

  Marc was busy staring at the skin he could see and nodded absently. “Sure.”

  “I don’t want the camp to know.”

  Marc’s head snapped up. “To Adrian?”

  “He has something I need now. I wanted to just send you, but I have to be sure he isn’t lying.”

  “Why can’t you scan him from here?” Marc asked tonelessly.

  “The bubble is interfering because of so much hatred for what he’s done. It won’t let his thoughts through to me.”

  Marc liked hearing that and didn’t argue further. He did ask, “How did that happen?”

  “I planned on it,” was the response.

  It worked perfectly with everything else she’d done. There was no way she could be tempted if she couldn’t even hear him.

  “Exactly,” Angela stated, pulling on her coat and guns. “You ready?”

  Marc had already been dressed and he hit his radio as they stepped outside. “Mini-meeting in the mess for all team leaders, XOs, and command positions. Fifteen minutes.”

  The tent area cleared quickly and it was easy for Marc to lead Angela toward the rear of their perimeter without notice by anyone except the tired Level Six guards that Angela had insisted be left on duty. Marc hadn’t asked why.

  Angela took over the lead as soon as they were behind the cover of the trees, following Adrian’s bitter thoughts without needing further directions. There were team members who now hated Adrian on this post and they didn’t like seeing Angela here so soon after his banishment.

  Angela found them by the creek and Marc remained at a distance, respecting her for asking him to come along, even though she didn’t have to.

  Angela didn’t waste any time. “Can you give us a minute, Kendle?”

  The brunette dropped the beer back into the cooler and stomped off, feeling unwanted. “The one he’d rather see anyway.”

  Adrian’s eyes never left Angela. My Angela, he thought, and then slammed his walls into place. “What?”

  Angela dropped to a knee by his chair, ignoring it all. She had bigger issues. “Maybe.”

  She filled him in on the dream and showed no surprise when he handed her the small stack of files and notebook from beside his seat.

  “You had it too.”

  He nodded, sweeping her for signs of empathy. “Weeks ago and then again last night.”

  Angela was flipping through the pages, worry easing. ”This is great.”

  Adrian shrugged, but didn’t look away, though he could feel Marc’s anger growing. “It felt like I missed something.”

  Angela tucked the information under her arm and rose. “I’ll work on it.”

  Adrian kept his mouth shut and stared until she was out of sight.

  In the upper corner, where he was protected, Conner snored in uncaring slumber. After he’d had time to consider his punishment, he’d realized that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted—to be alone, with his dad in charge. He didn’t care that their camp only had two members. This was enough.

  7


  Angela went to the mess for the meeting, walls tightly in place. The smell of him that floated up from the pages didn’t break her heart, nor did that tight, neat script which warned her not to push the sheep, only the shepherds when she made her preparations. It was the dog tags inside the folder that almost cracked through her shell. He didn’t feel right wearing them without his honor.

  Angela’s horror swept over the slowly waking camp in a cool chill that sent people to make sure flaps were zipped and doors were shut.

  Angel took her place, nodding thanks to Kenn as he sat a cup of hot tea in front of her. “Honey is all we have now. Sorry.”

  Angela liked it sweet, as did many of the camp, and she nodded to Jennifer. “Add it to the list. We have to keep them in the luxuries as long as we can.”

  Angela brought up the list she’d fallen asleep while working on. “Keep up. I’m busy today,” she warned as she got rolling.

  “I want all the tents replaced within a week. The team who makes that happen can pick their shift for a week. I want a generous digging crew to start collecting soil. If we hit a full dump load-at least 10 tons in our tri-axels-I promise to send the magic-users out on gathering missions. They’ll find a ton of things we’ve run out of, like sugar, coffee, and paper towels. They’ll scour the land.”

  Moods were brightening and Angela went on, wishing the 17% would stop staring in dislike. She could feel them.

  “In two weeks, we’re going to get snow, if not sooner. I want those caves cleared, stocked, and ready for us to move in—in ten days. We’ll use all manual labor forms available to us.”

  Angela took the tray from Li Sing with a curt nod and then flashed a smile when she saw he’d brought her pancakes. She took the time to grab one, roll it up and dip it, and then snatched a small bite. “Mmm. Damn, he can cook. Where were we? Oh, yeah, snow. We need as much rock salt as we can get our hands on. A truckload of it would be ideal. That will require a trip north and it should only be the strongest Eagles and the best shots. Nothing good waits up there, but we have to have the supplies. Once things settle down, there are a number of items we will get from that run. That team leaves in three days-ahead of the storm.”