Authors: Jessica Sorensen
Darkness Falls (30 page)
Despite my dislike for her, I agree. “She’s right. I think maybe I should stay behind.”
“Don’t be self-sacrificing.” He says it without looking at me, as if he’s angry.
“Let’s all stay,” Greyson interrupts, popping his knuckles and his neck. “If they come back, then we’ll fight them.”
“Only a Higher can kill another Higher,” I point out. “And the Day Takers are too strong.”
Another dirty look from Aiden. “Kayla’s right. There’s too much risk staying here.”
“Yeah, and we don’t want to be burned like the others,” Maci says and all our eyes move to her.
“What do you mean, burned?” Ryder asks, stepping toward her.
“When they came, the Highers and the other guy with the white hair stood out there and talked,” she says, pointing to the section of the ground between the hillside and us. “Then they gathered everyone together and burned them.”
All our eyes land on the fires encompassing the desert land. The smoke rises to the sky, spilling its ashes into the sand.
“No, no, no…” Ryder falls to her knees, her head tipping down. Then she throws up.
The bodies are burned beyond recognition. There’s nothing left but ash. It’s a tragedy that no one understands, but we pull ourselves together and pack what we can salvage, which isn’t much. The Highers trashed almost everything, and what they didn’t destroy, the vampires did.
“I can’t believe there gone.” Ryder picks up an old red sweater of the hillside floor and hugs it against her chest, breathing it in, as water floods her eyes.
“We’ll get through it.” Aiden pats her shoulder and scoops a bottle of water from off the ground. “We always do.”
I pick up a can of food and something rolls out from under it. A vial, only it’s cracked and empty. I pick it up, wondering if it once held
minte
.
“We’ll find more.” Aiden says from behind me.
“No we won’t,” Ryder says. “Cedrix already checked over there and the hospital was trashed—everything’s gone or ruined.”
“Well, find more,” Aiden promises me, stroking my back gently, but then quickly pulls back. “Even if we have to make it ourselves.”
But he’s making an empty promise. He knows it. I know it. Everyone knows it. Because none of us are doctors.
“Where are we even going to go?” Ryder whines, picking up a broken bottle and chucking it across the room, sending glass through the air like raindrops.
“Do you remember that little cave we stayed in when we were first dump—before Dominic found us?” He picks up a bag and shakes it out, dust flying. “We’ll go there, at least until we can figure something else out.”
She doesn’t say anything, balling up the sweater and setting it in her bag.
“Hey.” He hugs her. “We’ll get through this.”
She forces a smile.
Aiden turns around toward me. “You ready to go?”
I nod, slipping the broken vial into my pocket, not wanting to admit that the memories may never resurface—that I will never find what Monarch locked away inside my head.
Aiden cups his hands around his mouth. “Gregory, Cedrix, you ready to go?”
From above us, they give him a thumbs up and we meet in the middle of the tunnel. Then we head out, across the desert, leaving it all behind.
We make it to the little cave before nightfall. Everyone is quiet most of the walk, not wanting to speak about what happened, but not wanting to forget it either. The cave Aiden spoke of is small and secure on the side of a steep rocky cliff. After sending me in first to make sure it’s not already preoccupied with a family of vampires, we go inside and get situated for darkness to arrive.
Aiden hasn’t spoken more than two words to me since we left the hillside behind, and I begin to wonder if something’s bothering him. But what could it be? Does he blame me for what happened? After a while, I decide to stop dwelling and just ask him.
I wait until he wanders over to a corner alone to set up a sleeping area for himself.
I pick up a bottle of water that’s rolled next to him, kicking at the dirt with my boots. “Are you mad at me?”
He unrolls a blanket and spreads it out on the floor. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“You’ve seemed distant,” I say and take the other side of the blanket, helping him position it evenly across the dirt. “Since we made it back to the hillside.”
“You mean since you ran into the cave and killed the vampire.” He gives me a suspicious look. “I guess I’m just having a hard time believing you did it all by yourself.”
I toss a pillow on top of the blanket. “Who else would’ve helped me? And why does it matter?”
“Not who. What.” He presses his lips together and pokes the blanket with the tip of his boot.
It takes me a second, but I get it. “You think I took the medicine, don’t you? You think I decided to turn and I’m a Day Taker now.”
He runs his hands through his hair tensely. “I just find it odd that you killed a vampire, when you were losing your strength.”
“Well I didn’t take it,” I say. “I’m human. And I killed the vampire all by myself.”
He meets my eyes. “How do I know that’s the truth, Juniper? You lie all the time.”
“So do you.” But I take his hand, not very gently, and place it over my beating heart. “See, still human.”
His hand presses down, quivering against the drum of my heart. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling his hand away and flexing it. “I just didn’t know what to think.”
“I think we both have some lying issues to get over,” I say, thinking how strange it is that we both share the same trait.
“The truth?” He asks with an arc of his eyebrow. “From now on?”
I let out long sigh. “Haven’t we said that before?”
He smiles, pulling me into his chest. “This way you can tell for sure.” Then he tips my chin back and touches his lips to mine and I can feel all honesty passionately pumping through him.
“I think we should make that a ritual from now on,” he says with a grin after we break away. “To make sure we’re being honest with each other.”
“But it only works one way,” I frown, but secretly I’m glad.
He taps at my wrist—the numberless one—the one that isn’t wrapped with a torn piece of his shirt. “I know how to tell if you’re lying.” Then he winks as me.
I smile, but it still feels like plastic, like something’s missing.
Later that night, while everyone’s fast asleep, I lie awake, staring at the crushed vial. The lanterns spill just enough light that I can see how empty it is. I think about how there might be a cure, and ponder if it’s hidden in a vial just like this, knowing that the answer lies somewhere inside my head.
Monarch built me to be the strongest, the fastest. He built me to endure the vampires. He built me for a reason—so I could find a cure and save the world. He also built me not to be a coward. Sliding out from under the blanket, I pick up my bag and turn off the flashlight. I pause as I pass Aiden, taking in the shape of his lips, jaw, the way he winces when he sleeps.
“Good-bye.” I whisper so softly there’s no way it can be heard. Then I slide the boulder aside and step out into the night, making sure to close it securely behind me.
Leaving in the middle of the night might seem like a terrible thing to do, but Aiden would never let me walk away alone. And staying with them would only be risking their lives. With the Highers after me, it’s too risky. So I set out through the darkness to go find Sylas—to go find my memories—to find a cure.
The vampires’ shrieks ricochet the night, shrill and ravenous. But I’m not afraid. How could I be?
When they’re the ones that fear me.
Epilogue
From the top of the cliffs, I watch them prowl the night, keeping on high ground, out of the vampires eyes. They move quietly, hunting for the one that knows the answers to the questions they seek. I can make out which figure belongs to him. It’s darker and stands taller than the rest. He moves like air, like I used to before I turned back and secretly I envy him.
I sneak quietly behind them, keeping my distance, making sure I’m the one that finds him. Making sure he understands I make my own decisions—that I’m in control.
They hop from rock to rock, finally ducking down between the cracks of the cave, slipping into blackness, and with a deep breath, I follow, my boots grazing the side of the rock, making me wince against my human mistake. But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.
When I reach the bottom, there’s only one way to go. I lie flat on my stomach and slink into the narrow cave, my feet clumsy and graceless. A fire burns from the middle of the cave, but no one surrounds it.
I circle around it, wondering where they disappeared to.
“I thought you came looking for me.” The touch of his breath brushing against my ear makes my stomach twist with nervousness.
“I didn’t have a choice,” I turn to face him. “You’re the only one I know who can help fix it all now.”
Sylas’s black eyes smolder in the light of the fire and he holds out his hand. “Then let me help you fix it.”
Hesitantly, I take his hand and he entwines our fingers, locking us together. “You better not hurt me,” I warn.
“I won’t.” He smiles, giving my hand a squeeze. “You can trust me Kayla.”
All I can do is hope he isn’t lying, because with him, I just can’t tell.
Jessica Sorensen lives with her husband and three kids in the snowy mountains of Wyoming, where she spends most of her time reading, wring, and hanging out with her family.
Other books by Jessica Sorensen:
The Fallen Star (Fallen Star Series, Book 1)
The Underworld (Fallen Star Series, Book 2)
The Vision (Fallen Star Series, Book3)
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