Chapter 43
“One of the brothel workers was beaten to death by a New America prick. The other women told me her body was thrown into a dumpster. I know gathering intel is important, but when will the brutality be stopped? These are human beings.” -- Decoded message from ILF undercover operative Nightingale to ILF handler Hiro Tanaka
Briar
Marcus races through the jungle, Flavius beside him. They jump over tangles of exposed roots and stumps, Amira and I struggling to keep up.
I’m still in shock over what we just witnessed. Stella is one of us, and so is Niran. Their betrayal cut Marcus deeply; it was written all over his face.
We have to help those kids. They didn’t ask to be brought into this hellscape where they’ve been treated as science experiments instead of people.
I can’t imagine how traumatizing the volcano was for them.
They lost more than a hundred of their own; the kids they’ve grown up with are their only family.
Amira makes an “oof” sound behind me and I stop, turning to check on her.
“I tripped,” she whispers, getting up.
She grimaces, shifting her weight from her right foot to her left.
“Is it your ankle?”
She nods. “The toe of my boot got stuck under a root and I twisted it. I’m fine. Go.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
She glares at me. “I’m not helpless. You have to go. I’ll catch up.”
Marcus is already out of sight. My plant connection hums to life, fueled by my concern for him, but I won’t leave Amira—not with Ingrid’s soldiers stalking us. She won’t be able to balance her weight enough to shoot her bow.
“Get on my back.”
She huffs a laugh. “No.”
“Amira, get on my back. My aromium is on, so I’m stronger.”
I bend slightly to make it easier. She puts her arms around my neck, the bow in her hand smacking me in the face. When she jumps, I grab her legs and take off.
“Drop the bow before you poke one of my eyes out!” I whisper-hiss.
“I can’t. I need it.”
Vines slither beside me on the ground as I push myself to run as fast as my body will let me. Aromium makes it a lot easier. It only takes a couple minutes for us to reach Marcus, and when we do, my stomach hits the ground.
He’s bent at the waist, vomiting. The aromium switching device lies beside the bag Amira’s been carrying it in. She must have left it here to carry her quiver on her back.
“No.” I go to him, my world tipping off its axis. “No, no, no. Please tell me you didn’t.”
He looks up at me, his chest heaving. “I had to.”
Tree roots rumble beneath my feet, leaves quivering all around us. My plants are mobilizing for a fight, but this isn’t one we can win.
“Marcus!”
Ellison is grief-stricken; she and the others just seeing what he’s done.
“You’ll die,” she says softly.
He vomits again, then stands up. “There’s no time. Stella just killed the clone. She thought it was me. Niran’s with her. They’re on the way to Ingrid’s boat to kill the aromium kids.”
“We have to stop them,” Pax says, locking his eyes onto mine.
“No.” Marcus puts his hand on the tree trunk next to him, trying to keep himself upright. “I want all of you to go. There’s a boat in the grotto. It’s a sub, and it’s ...” He shudders in what I think it a seizure.
It only lasts a few seconds, and then he continues. “It’s big enough for all of you. Voice command. Say, ‘Gussie, open,’ and she’ll open her door for you. Tell ...” He swallows hard, leaning on the tree. “Tell her to take you to Corpus Christi. The ILF is there.”
“What the fuck are you thinking?” I can barely keep my voice contained. “You don’t need to martyr yourself. We’re a team. All of us.”
His dark eyes are mournful when they meet mine. “I need to know ... you guys are okay. They made Mae marry Lochlan. I found out on Island Four. Get to her.”
“No.” The word catches in my throat, Amira puts a steadying arm around me.
Not my sister. I’m dizzy as it sets in. They’re punishing her for what I did.
Vines shoot through the jungle floor, sending dirt flying as they whoosh up to the canopy. Ancient tree roots quake with my fury. The entire jungle is alive, its scream vibrating through me.
“I needed you.” I cry softly. “I needed you with me.”
He comes over to me, taking my hand. “I’m sorry. What happened to those kids ...” He chokes back tears. “I have to save them. It’s on me. None of you did this.”
Pax hangs his head. Nova cries silent tears. Amira, Olin, and Ellison look so deeply pained that Marcus might as well already be dead.
“Help her.” He looks around at their faces. “All of you. You’re our family, and I’m counting on you.”
When his gaze lands on Pax, Pax shakes his head. “I’m staying with you. I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t help you save those kids.”
“Stella’s gonna turn the shield back on,” Marcus says.
The color drains from Pax’s face. I stagger, the power coursing through my veins making it hard to see and hear what’s happening around me.
“We take them out,” I whisper. “Every one of them. Then I can go get Mae.”
Marcus’s eyes are pleading when they lock onto mine. “If we take them all out, Island Three will send more soldiers. Everyone ...” He shudders, another seizure hitting. “Everyone left here will suffer. Go, while you still can.”
“We have to move,” Pax says to Marcus. “One of us needs to get the kids while the other one takes the shield out.”
“Out?” Nova scowls. “You’re not taking it out.”
Pax glares at her. “None of the Tiders who are left want to hurt you. They didn’t ask for this life any more than you guys did.”
“He’s right,” I say. “The only way through any of this is together. It’s all of us against New America, not us against each other.”
The ground shakes hard enough to make us all scramble to keep our balance. Marcus’s face is twisted with anguish. His connection is volatile, fueled by his powerful emotions.
“Save Mae,” he begs me. “Let me do this knowing ... you’re on your way to her.”
“Can you pass for the clone?” Ellison blurts.
Everyone turns to her.
“The rest of us will take care of the kids and the shield. Pretend you’re him. Get Ingrid alone and kill her. Then order all her soldiers to return to Island Three.”
After a second, Pax says, “It could work, if they think you’re the clone.”
“And it could have worked without you killing yourself!” I say fiercely.
“I’m going after the kids,” Pax says. “Do you know where they are?”
“Stay here,” I say, a plan coming together in my mind.
Marcus is shaking, barely able to stay upright. I know the deep, thunderous cracks echoing from the other side of the island all too well—the volcano is coming to life.
I take a deep breath, calming myself. If I can get myself under control, it will help Marcus get himself centered, too.
I face him, blocking out everything but the two of us.
“Find a peaceful place inside yourself,” I tell him. “Let go of the rage. Focus, so you can convince Ingrid you’re the clone.”
Looking into his eyes, I take his hands. “You can do this, Marcus. It’s not a physical battle, it’s a mental one. You can save so many lives by controlling your mind and your feelings.”
He inhales deeply, closing his eyes. The ground stills. His shaking slows. It stops.
I put my palm on his chest and say, “Go. Get Ingrid alone and take her out. Tell her men she ordered them to release the kids and go back to their island.”
He opens his eyes, nodding.
I look at Pax. “You and Olin go to Ingrid’s boat. Stay hidden. Be ready to go after the kids if this plan doesn’t work.”
They both take off.
Marcus gives me a soft, quick kiss. I force myself not to let my emotions burst into flames again. I want to hug him and scream at him at the same time. But not now.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
“I love you,” I say back. “Be careful.”
When he leaves, I look between Nova and Ellison. “Who wants to help me kill Stella? If Pax doesn’t get to her first, I mean.”
“Me,” Amira says, sighing with aggravation. “But I’d slow you down.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I tell her.
“I’ll stay with her,” Ellison says. “Nova’s a better murderer than I am.”
Nova gives her a soft smile. “You’re better at cards, though, babe.”
Ellison kisses her, cupping her smooth, dark cheek. “And you’re my euchre partner, so stay safe, love.”
“Always.”