Jayce Carter
Excerpt
I might have escaped Larkwood, but I couldn’t shake the feeling they were right behind me, that if I let my guard down for even a moment, they’d grab me again and drag me back to hell. Every sound, every person that passed, it all put me on edge.
“Here.” Knox made me jump when he caught my hand from behind and pressed something into my palm.
I glanced down to find a couple of folded twenties there. I frowned, then offered him a questioning glance.
“Don’t worry—I didn’t do anything weird to get it. I just used my powers to convince someone to hand over his wallet. Given the very nice sports car he was driving, I doubt he’ll miss it all that much.”
I let out a relieved breath. If it were Brax, I’d have worried he might have left a body behind. With Knox, a fear that he’d done something he hadn’t wanted to get the money had hit me. Hearing he hadn’t soothed my fears.
It had been nearly a week since we’d gotten out of Larkwood. The first trek through the open desert had been the worst, and we’d moved fast, pushing ourselves to our limits. Thankfully, with my hearing, I’d been able to identify helicopters and patrols before they got close. This was the second town we’d stopped at, since we hadn’t wanted to stay long in the first. We’d only remained in the first long enough to get a change of clothing.
We’d picked up some items from a thrift store, paying for it all with money Brax had—I sure didn’t ask him how he’d gotten it. It had left me in a baggy knit-cable sweater, and jeans with large rips in them—far more casual than I’d been used to in my old life and yet not the clothing I’d had in my life at Larkwood.
Wade had found a pair of slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, Brax a large hoodie and jeans, and Knox wore a rather loud Hawaiian button-up short-sleeve shirt, a windbreaker and a pair of shorts that made him look like a surfer. It made the four of us look like hopeless fashion rejects, but at least we didn’t look like escaped prisoners. The long sleeves allowed us to hide our Larkwood bands as well.
I tossed food into my basket as Knox walked beside me, picking things with a good shelf life and plenty of calories. I had no idea what the future held, where we’d go, what we’d find there, which meant we needed to make the best out of what we could find when we got the chance.
I peered behind me, wondering where Brax and Wade had run off to. It was best for us not to be too close in public, since a group of four brought more attention than a pair did, but I struggled not to worry when I couldn’t see them.
“They’re picking up some goods at the general store down the street,” Knox said. “I gave them some of the cash I’d gotten.”
I nodded to acknowledge the information, then reached for a pack of cookies from the shelf. They made me pause as I looked at them, the same brand that Brax and Wade had fought over in my room before.
“You sure we need those?”
I thought back to Larkwood, to the chaos we’d left behind. I remembered the way Wade had stood between me and the shades who had wanted to kill me. Next, I recalled Brax fully changed into his berserker form, blood dripping from his huge body, the way he’d taken out everything that risked me before he’d rumbled out ‘mine.’
We’d gone through so much, suffered so much pain to get us here. Cookies seemed a small price to pay.
Knox set his palm over mine, which made me realize my hand still hung mid-air. He guided me back to drop the cookies into the basket while offering a kind smile. “Comfort food is important, right? In fact…” Knox pulled away and walked toward the end of the aisle for a moment. He plucked something from a shelf, then jogged back and tossed it into the basket.
I peered down to find a king-sized chocolate bar.
“You complained about the lack of chocolate before. I figured you deserved something nice, too.”
I couldn’t stop my smile, not just at the thought of tasting the candy but also at Knox’s sweetness.
Now is not the time to act all smitten.
We had bigger things to deal with than my feelings toward Knox.
“You haven’t been sleeping well,” Knox said, the words so unexpected I frowned at the change in topic.
I tucked the basket into the crook of my elbow so I could sign.“What?”
“You’ve been waking up from nightmares. Are you reliving what happened?”
I gulped but shook my head.“I’m tumbling into this endless void of darkness. It feels like I’m drowning, and no matter how I kick, I can’t reach the surface.”Even admitting the dreams that had plagued me every night made me shudder.
“Kit.”
That took me by surprise, and I jerked to a stop.
Knox, however, kept speaking as if the topic weren’t awkward at all. “Your bond with Kit. I’m going to guess he’s trying to reach you through it, and when you resist, that’s why you get that sinking feeling.”