A Touch Mortal

Chapter 26





Hours passed before anyone dared knock, but finally a soft rap sounded against the wood.

“Eden?” Libby said through the door. “James bet me a twenty you wouldn’t open the door and I only have Adam’s change left which isn’t even technically mine so I was hoping…”

Eden half smiled, wiping her hand across the mascara and eyeliner smearing down her cheeks. Unburying herself from the pile of blankets, she went to the door. Her hand was already twisting the knob when she heard a quiet, “I’ll split it with you.”

Libby’s mouth dropped open as she caught sight of Eden’s tear-swollen eyes, the black streaks. “Oh my God! What the hell did they say to you?” she asked, turning toward the living room. Eden grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door before anyone else had a chance to invade her sanctuary.

“Wow.” Libby stared around the room, taking it in, and Eden felt a trickle of pride. Draped from the ceiling around the bed and down the wall behind it a layer of rippled white lace hung in a makeshift canopy. The walls themselves were a dark maroon, decorated with a dozen crosses. Some black and sparkling with jewels, others a tarnished silver marking them almost archaic. While Libby was distracted, Eden crawled back underneath the covers.

Libby plopped down on the puffy white comforter.

“Your room is…it’s like heaven.”

Eden cringed at the word. “Trust me, it’s not. It’s just somewhere to get away.”

“What happened?”

Eden yanked at a stray thread on the bedspread. The fabric bunched. “Same argument, different set of extenuating circumstances.”

“I told Jarrod you said I could stay. He seemed okay with it.” She looked confused for a moment. “Actually, he seemed kinda relieved or something.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Eden answered, though she didn’t elaborate.

“So James said Jarrod was mad about the ones on the stairs?”

Eden nodded.

“Why can’t they just let you do your own thing? I mean, it’s not a big deal, is it?”

Eden lifted her head. “You do know I’m the only one, right?”

“I’m sure you’re not. There have to be others who can…”

“Trust me, there’s not. It’s why everyone stays away unless they want death. Not everyone’s happy I changed that. They’re afraid of me. We’re supposed to be immortal.”

“What’s different about you?” Libby asked gently. When Eden didn’t answer, she went on. “Instead of making you crazy, holding in all that Touch just makes you more lethal, right? You could use that, Eden. Take over everything.”

“I wouldn’t want to,” Eden said, unconsciously bringing a hand to her neck. Her fingers laced around the delicate loops of silver that made up the necklace she wore. Her dozen bracelets slid down the cuff of her thermal top, clacking together at her elbow. Libby’s eyes flicked up at the noise. “Even I have my limits. We learned that last night.”

“That’s really beautiful,” Libby said, scooting closer. Eden flattened her hand over the necklace, the links pressing into her skin through the fabric. “Where’d you get it?” Libby asked.

Eden hesitated. “It was a gift.”

“From who?” Libby asked. Then she managed to catch Eden’s eyes. “It was from him, wasn’t it? The one you were going to tell me about before Adam and Jarrod came in.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you about him,” Eden snapped.

“Can I see it?” She reached, her pinky tangling in the delicate chain as Eden leaned from her grasp. The links dug into the back of Eden’s neck, straining until the necklace broke with a pop.

Eden watched in horror as the dozens of tiny ovals slid from the strand of silver weaving them together and scattered across the bed. A few tumbled off, twinkling as they bounced across the wood.

Eden’s hands flew to catch them, scrambling for the few pieces she could feel against the softness of the blanket. She jumped from the bed, in front of Libby before she had a chance to move.

“I told you before not to touch me! You broke it!” She threw the handful of links into her face.

“I’m sorry,” Libby cried, making a mad dash for the door. Her hair streamed behind her, almost catching in the jamb as she slammed the door shut.

“What did you do?” Eden heard Adam yell, the pounding of his feet as he rounded the corner, the bang of Libby’s back hitting the wall as she moved out of his way.

Eden’s shoulders heaved as she scraped up the chain and a few links from the floor. Her nails bit into her palm as she tightened her shaking hand, the knuckles going white.

The door flung open and Adam bounded in. Eden saw relief cross his face when he spotted her, vanishing at the rage in her eyes.

“You okay? What’d she do?”

“She…she.” Her words wouldn’t come together, her fingers burning. She held her fist out, the chain dangling from one side.

“What, did she break your necklace?” he asked. “That’s why you’re so mad?” He glanced up, unsure before his eyes fell again. “Jesus Christ, are you bleeding?” He grabbed her hand, pried open her fingers. “Eden, look at me. Breathe.”

“Everything is so f*cked!” she cried, the sudden tears catching her off guard. She leaned into Adam’s arms, wondering if he would move, send her cascading to the floor to break apart with the pieces scattered there. But Adam caught her, held her.

“You and Jarrod hate me. If I stop taking the Siders, we’re not going to have any money, Adam!” she said, her voice cracking.

“We’ll figure it out.” He tightened his grip around her, rubbing her back. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“No, it’s not! Everything’s falling apart! Even Az gave up on me.” The words escaped in hyperventilated gasps.

Adam pulled back. “Who’s Az?”

Eden rubbed her hand on her pants, wincing as she opened the nightstand. She pulled the picture from the drawer, wrapping her arms around the frame and holding it close. Finally, she turned it to face Adam.

“Is this him?” he said, gently taking the frame from her hands to get a closer look.

She’d stared at the image so often it didn’t register anymore, only the smell of the ocean, a lingering taste of happiness that was easier to push away than recall.

She could never quite get over the look on her face. The pure bliss in her stupid, trusting smile. The girl caught there was too much of a contrast to what she saw in the mirror to be real.

“Old boyfriend?” She couldn’t answer, dropping her head in a half nod.

Her hair was longer in the picture. A flash of Az, her long strands dancing across his chest as she leaned down. I love your hair. She’d cut it the first night in the apartment. Anything to shed the last of her old life. A pink fingerprint still stained the porcelain from the dye. After, she’d held the picture over the toilet, a lighter hovering near the corner. She hadn’t been able to burn it.

“You were serious about him?” Adam asked. She heard the longing in his voice for the answer, needing her to let him in, give him a glimpse inside. “What happened?”

She let out a bitter laugh. “He hit me up with some terrible pick-up line and I told him to f*ck off.” The words came easier than she’d thought they would, each one a little weight falling away. “And then I fell in love with him.” Her smile faltered. “And then he lied to me. Made me believe horrible things. He’s why I killed myself. And everything since has been shit.”

“Hey, now.” Adam tucked a short lock of her hair behind her ear, and put two fingers under her chin, lifting her head. “It hasn’t all been bad. Has it?”

Eden’s vision tunneled, focused on the nervous flick of his tongue. The air in the room thickened, every second drawn out into a thousand parts. You’ve known this was coming, her mind whispered. Az stopped calling.

For a moment, she leaned forward, the urge to feel wanted again overwhelming. She could close her eyes, pretend it was…Eden broke his gaze, turning from him.

Adam pulled away, his hand lingering on her cheek.

“I can’t do this….” she whispered.

“I’m not asking you to. I just wanted you to know,” he said, taking a step back, giving her space. He dropped the picture onto the mattress. “That you have someone,” he finished, his eyes downcast.

“Did you have anyone? Before?” she asked, following his lead into the subject change, not quite ready for him to leave.

“No. Nothing, you know, important. I was never really big on friends, girl or otherwise.” He shrugged.

“Is that why you did it?” she asked, not bothering to clarify the “it” to which she referred.

“Honestly, I don’t really remember why. I was in the woods. I had the rope there, I remember…wanting to stop, but…after there was nothing. I ever tell you that?”

“No,” Eden admitted.

For a long moment neither of them spoke. “What about you?” he asked.

Eden paused. “I don’t remember.”

“If you don’t want to tell me…” He stood there awkwardly, waiting.

She shrugged. “I was at the beach. Drowned, probably. Same result.”

His fingers hovered near the knob, hesitating. “So, about the rave…”

She sighed hard. “Adam, please. Not today.”

“Eden. We’re worried about you. Something’s gotta give. You can’t keep this up forever.”

“Then I’ll keep it up as long as I can. Without me they’re just stuck. It’s not fair.”

He was silent for a long moment. “What Jarrod said, about you being addicted,” he started carefully.

She looked up. “Adam, come on. You know it’s not like that. I’m the only one that can help them.” She sat down on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll come up with something, okay?” he said, reaching for the doorknob. “Well, I’m gonna…” His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the trim. “Eden, about us.”

Her stomach twisted as the ball of stress in her gut coiled tighter. She ran a hand through her hair, unsure what to say. Adam was the only person she could really talk to, who seemed to get things, get her. But she owed him the truth. “I don’t know if I can handle an ‘us’ right now,” she said quietly.

Turning the knob, Adam was halfway out before he spoke. “Just…think about it, okay?”

She nodded, though he was already closing the door. She stared at the picture, hating how much she still missed Az. Missed his touch.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

Maybe I should try to call Gabe, she thought. Ask for help. She could call Kristen, get his number. But talking to Az or Gabe would mean forgiving them, letting it all go. What would I even say to them? She picked up the phone, running her thumb down the screen. I miss you. I’m scared. The display lit up as she scrolled slowly through the few numbers in her contacts list. How could you let me become this? She stopped on Kristen’s name, but didn’t hit the Send button.

No. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the tremor in her fingers. I don’t need them, she thought. What would he be able to do to help anyway?

She set the phone back down on the nightstand.