Epilogue
Gemma
I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring, firing off like a siren. Covering my head with my pillow, I feel my way across the nightstand and slam my hand onto the off button. I lie in bed for a few extra minutes before I give up on going back to sleep and climb out of bed. My room is my favorite place in the house; my walls are covered with posters and pictures of all the places I’ve been. Some of them I’m alone. Others I’m with Aislin, Laylen, and Alex. There are even some where I’m with Evan and Aleesa, but that was before they decided to get engaged and move to Australia.
I’ll admit my room’s a little cluttered. I probably have the biggest music collection that’s ever existed and I also collect guitar picks from all the band members I’ve managed to meet. It’s Aislin’s and my thing. We’ve been sneaking off to see concerts since we were sixteen and could drive; we make it our mission to come home with a guitar pick.
I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top, but then I drop them to the floor, remembering where I’m supposed to go tonight. Instead, I go to my closet and throw open the doors. I grab the dress Aislin picked out for me. “It’s the perfect dress,” she said when we were out shopping.
It was perfect, for a dress anyway; violet, like my eyes, with thin straps and fabric as soft as velvet. I put it on and glance at myself in the mirror. It’s a little short and I can see way more of my long legs than I want to, but that’s okay. I know someone who will be glad I showed up looking like this.
I leave my hair down because he says he loves it that way, then trace my eyes with black liner, put some mascara on, and then lace up my combat boots (hey, I got to keep some part of me). Then, I head down to the kitchen, breathing in the scent of freshly baked bread.
My dad’s leaning over the stove with his head bent as he mixes something in a pan. I sneak up behind him and give him a big hug, squeezing him tightly. “Good morning.”
He jumps, startled, and nearly spills what’s in the bowl. “Oh, Gemma, it’s you… Good God, you frightened me.” Shaking his head, he turns back to the bowl. “And what do you mean, good morning. It’s already dinner time.”
“It’s morning for me.” I grab an apple from a basket and take a bite.
“Yeah, I don’t get you kids these days,” he says, checking the timer on the oven. “You stay up all night, so you can sleep all day.”
“More things happen at night,” I reply, rummaging through the fridge.
He sighs, tiredly. He hates that I go out with the Keepers. I think, deep down, he hoped I’d turn out to be a Foreseer like him. “Well, just be careful.”
Grinning, I give him a joking salute as I bump the fridge door shut with my hip. “Yes, sir.”
He offers me a tolerant smile, and then eyes my dress warily. “Are you really wearing that tonight?”
I can’t help smiling as I toss my half-eaten apple into the trash. Most kids would hate their parents being so over-protective, but I’ve never cared. In fact, I actually kind of love it. It means they love me and love is a fabulous thing. It makes life complete. “Dad, I’m almost nineteen. Besides, where I’m going tonight, I’ll stand out like a sore thumb if I didn’t dress like this.” I do a little twirl.
He covers his ears, shaking his head. “I don’t want to hear about it. I know you’re a Keeper, but to me, you’re still my little girl.”
I smile and give him a quick hug. “I love you.”
He pats my back and smiles. “I love you, too.”
Headlights light up the driveway as I pull back. “That’s Aislin,” I say, heading for the door as she honks the car horn. “I gotta go.”
“Be careful,” he says. “Please.”
“I always am.” I grab my leather jacket off the coat rack.
He looks like he wants to tell me to stay, but he doesn’t. When I swing the door open, my mom’s walking up the porch.
“Hey, sweetie,” she says, struggling to carry the grocery bags. “Can you hold that open for a second.”
I hold a finger up at Aislin, indicating I’ll be a just a moment, and then step back to hold the door open for my mom.
She stumbles over the threshold and then drops the bags to the floor. I think I hear a jar break, but my mom doesn’t seem to care. She’s pretty lenient and laid back like that.
“God, it smells good in here.” She breathes in the scent of bread as she kicks the bags out of the way. She gives my dad a quick kiss on the cheek and then places her hands on her hips as she turns to me. “You look nice. Are you going out tonight?”
“Yeah, to kick some ass,” I joke, making some ninja moves.
She laughs, but my dad scowls. “Be careful, please.”
My mom rolls her eyes at him and then mouths at me, have fun.
Nodding, I start to head out when she catches my arm. “Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you that, that little thing we were talking about is going to happen tonight.”
“The inauguration,” I whisper, leaning closer to her so my dad won’t hear us and get frustrated.
She nods, looking excited. “Yeah, so be ready to really kick some ass.”
Smiling, I hug her and then head out. When I make it to the front of the car, blinded by the headlights of Laylen’s GTO, Aislin sticks her head out the driver’s side window.
“Would you hurry your ass up?” she shouts with laughter in her tone. “I’m growing old here.”
I start walking slower just to tease her and then run over and hop into the passenger side. The radio is blasting, ‘The Hand that Feeds’ by Nine Inch Nails; totally Laylen’s music, not hers.
“Damn, sexy mama, you look good,” she says as she shoves the shifter into reverse.
“You do, too,” I tell her, holding onto the door handle for support because Aislin drives like a mad woman.
She’s wearing a short, navy blue dress with black knee-high boots and her hair is pulled into a sleek ponytail. She usually doesn’t wear black, but where we’re going tonight, pink isn’t in the dress code.
When we reach the end of the driveway, she fishtails onto the road and floors the gas, spinning the tires. It’s late, the sky is black and the stars are twinkling above us. I watch them as she flies down the streets, heading towards the club we’re meeting the guys at.
“So, how did you talk him into letting you use his car?” I ask, changing the song on the iPod.
She makes kissing faces and waggles her eyebrows at me. “I can be very persuasive.”
I snort a laugh, shaking my head, and I feel my nerves bubble inside me the closer we get to the building. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen him since it happened and, even though I don’t regret it, I'm a little jittery, wondering how he’s going to act towards me. Will he be the same? Different?
“So my mom called like an hour ago,” she says, craning the wheel to make a right turn.
“Oh, how is she?” I keep my tone light, even though the subject is heavy.
Aislin and Alex’s mom and dad are getting a divorce, basically because their dad’s a douche and cheats on her all the time. It’s a sensitive subject, one neither of them really bring up.
“She actually sounded happy,” she says, glancing at me. “And she said we should go visit her in Paris and go shopping.”
“You and me?”
“Yeah, why not?”
I shrug. “Yeah, we could do that.”
She smiles and then slams on the brakes as she makes a sharp veer down a side street, throwing me into the door. Seconds later, she’s pulling behind the warehouse. There are a few lampposts lighting up the parking lot and cars parked out, along with the large quantity of people; smoking, drinking and loitering as they wait to get inside.
“Creeper alert,” she announces as she parks the GTO next to a truck that has a bunch of greasy looking guys standing around it. The tallest one, with jet-black hair and tattoos tracking every inch of his arms, eyes the car down.
“All right, if he tries anything, I’ll hold him and you kick him in the groin,” Aislin says, checking her makeup in the rearview mirror.
I laugh softly. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”
We’re about to climb out when something—or someone—jumps on the hood. “You got her back to me in one piece.” He grins, his smile lighting up the night as he pats the window and climbs off the hood, stretching his long legs.
Biting his lip ring, he rearranges his blond hair back into place as Aislin climbs out. The second she steps out of the car, he grabs her and they start making out like crazy. A few guys start making catcalls and I roll my eyes, winding around the back of the car. I wait for them to catch up and then the three of us make our way towards the back entrance. I’m getting more nervous the closer we get and I don’t know what my problem is. I’ve seen him a thousand times, pretty much every day since the day I was born, but things are different now. More complicated. More intense.
Suddenly, Laylen wraps his arms around me and picks me up, lifting my feet away from the ground and spinning us around. “Where’s your head, Star Girl.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” I say, laughing as he continues to spin. “I like watching the stars. So what?”
He sets me down and brushes my hair out of my face. “Which is why the name's so fitting.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been calling me it since we were like five. Don’t you think you should give me like an older, more mature nickname or something?”
He laughs, swinging his arm around me and the other around Aislin, so the three of us are huddled together. “Like Super Star.”
I roll my eyes and Aislin giggles. “You’re in a good mood,” she tells him.
He kisses her forehead. “That’s because you got my car back to me in one piece.”
“I told you I would.” She leans up and kisses him.
We reach the entrance door and the bouncer immediately nods at Laylen. “What’s up, man?”
Laylen gives him a chin nod. “Nothing much. Just trying to show these ladies a good time.”
The bouncer eyes us over, and I know he’s wondering what we are. If we’re Immortal. Vampires. Fey. Witches. None of the above, but he thinks Laylen is, due to the fact that he got the Immortal mark tattooed on his arm, so he has an easy ticket into places like these whenever the Keepers send us on a mission.
“They’re good,” Laylen tells the bouncer, a large, bulky man with a lot of tattoos and a really thick neck.
Stepping aside and unhooking the velvet rope, he lets us through. Once we step inside, the music instantly surrounds us, along with the scent of sweat, blood, and alcohol. Aislin instantly begins dancing, throwing her hands in the air, making her way towards the dance floor.
“We’re here to work,” I remind her. “To stop the thing from happening.”
By thing, I mean the inauguration of a very important Vampire, which means a lot of sacrifices are going to happen if we don’t stop it. There’s a rumor going around that it’s going to happen here and, if my mom’s correct, it’s going to happen tonight. Our job is to find him and slay him before it happens because, if it does… well, things could get pretty ugly. The great thing is that we’re good at kicking ass.
“Come on, Gemma.” Aislin grabs my hand and jerks on my arm. “Let’s go dance.”
I hesitate, eyeing the bar, and the Vampires sitting on the barstools. I take being a Keeper seriously, so I really want to get down to business and start figuring out where this little shindig is going to take place, but then again, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have a little fun.
Laughing, I start bouncing to the music as we head for the dance floor.
“Hey, what about me?” Laylen fakes a pout. “What am I supposed to do? Stand here and watch.”
“Like you wouldn’t enjoy it,” Aislin teases, shimmying her hips.
Laylen shrugs. “I’d enjoy it more if I was dancing with you.”
She blows him a kiss. “Go find my brother and then you can dance with me.”
Laylen smiles as he nods and then heads off towards the back, pushing through the crowd. Aislin and I are about to head for the dance floor when we hear the most annoying voice that’s ever existed.
“Yes, please, please go get the douche bag.” Nicholas steps out from the shadows, carrying a martini glass. His hair is combed to the side, a little fluffed in front, and he’s wearing these weird cropped skinny pants, which is his trade look.
“What are you doing here?” I sigh. “I thought you went on a backpack trip across Europe or something.”
He sets the glass down on the bar and measures me with his golden eyes. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss me.”
I glare at him. “Don’t be a creeper.”
He presses his hand to his heart. “Why is it that every time you’re around me, you get so feisty?”
Honestly, I have no idea. I met Nicholas when I was eight, when I went on a trip with my dad to the City of Crystal. Nicholas’s parents are really nice and everything, but since the day I’ve met him, he’s continuously worked his way under my skin.
I start to open my mouth when a tall, leggy blond wearing a backless dress comes strutting up to him. She’s Fey—I can see the indent of her wings on her back. Nicholas has a thing for Fey, which never made sense to me. He’s not Fey and no one really likes Fey, no one sane anyway. All of his attention centers on her as they wander off, and I’m glad for the easy escape.
“He’s so creepy,” Aislin says, shuddering.
“Yeah, I know,” I agree, knowing we don’t really have a reason for disliking him, but it feels like we should.
Aislin and I push our way through the sweaty bodies covered with various marks. There are so many breeds in here tonight; it’s insane, and it’s probably because my mom is right. The inauguration is happening tonight.
When we reach the center, the lights dim and start flashing to the raving beat of the song. Aislin and I both start swinging our heads, rocking to the rhythm while we move around, laughing. The longer it goes on, the more we get into it, spinning, our skin starting to coat with sweat, but we keep going, enjoying the freedom of life, the easiness to it.
I’m about to tell her I need a break when long arms wrap around my waist. I flinch, lifting my leg, ready to kick them in the shin when I catch the scent of cologne and earth and everything that’s wonderful in the world.
“Miss me?” Alex whispers in my ear, giving a quick suck on my earlobe, gently dragging his teeth along the skin.
I shudder uncontrollably—I always do when he’s near me. “No, I haven’t even thought about you once,” I tease.
His warm breath hits my skin as he laughs and spins me around to face him. I take a breath at the sight of him; his brown, disheveled hair, his deep green eyes, his soft lips, his firm jaw. He’s wearing all black, something he only does when we go to clubs; otherwise, he always wears something with a little color.
His eyes immediately take me in and darken when they arrive at my legs. He moves his gaze back up to my eyes and bites at his bottom lip. “You look nice.”
Unable to help myself, I run my hands up his lean arms and then tangle my fingers through his hair. “So do you.”
He lets out this low growl and then his lips crash against mine. My mouth opens willingly and I suck on his tongue as my arms loop around his neck. His hands glide up my back, pushing me closer, our bodies melting together as my heart hammers inside my chest. Way sooner than I want, he pulls away, panting, his lips swollen.
He takes a deep breath and then starts rocking us to the low beat of the base. “Are you okay?”
I nod, my eyebrows furrowed as I line my body with his. “Yeah… well, I’m a little tired.”
Smiling, he shakes his head. “No, I mean are you okay, okay?”
I start to blush, biting on my lip. “Yeah… I’m great.” I don’t mean to sound so breathless, but I can’t help it. I have such a hard time keeping my emotions under control when I’m around him.
He smiles, tracing a finger down my cheek. “I love it when you blush.” He leans in, pulling me closer as he whispers in my ear, “Last night was amazing.”
I blush again, glad he can’t see it. “Yeah, it was.” I shut my eyes, breathing him in.
He gives a soft suck on my neck, and then moves back to look me in the eyes. “So, no regrets?”
I shake my head. “I never regret anything with you.”
He smiles and raises his arm, showing me the outline of a black star on his wrist. “Even when we decided to get these?”
I glance down at the matching tattoo on my wrist, and then smile when I look back up at him. “I think you’d be more likely to regret it. It’s kind of a girly tattoo.”
He lowers his arm and starts dancing with me, spinning me until I laugh. When the song starts to slow, he pulls me into him, so my back is pressed up against his rock hard chest. “I’ll never ever regret anything I do with you,” he breathes into my ear. “Besides, I like that you’re branded to me.”
My shoulder moves upwards as I shudder from the feel of his breath. “Me, too.”
He twirls me around and pulls me in for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and then slips his tongue deep inside my mouth.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back and I mean it more than anything in the world because I can feel it, through every single bone in my body, through the way my heart beats when he’s near me, through the way I long to always be with him. The realness, the rawness, the undying connection that comes from loving him so completely.
He traces his finger along my wrist again, touching the star. “You’re mine forever,” he says softly and then presses his lips to mine.
I kiss him back, smiling, because I know he’s right. And I know we’ll be together.
Forever.
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.