Everlife (Everlife #3)

As Ten would say: Zero!

One of the creatures catches sight of me and swoops down, down. With a squawk, it stretches its claws in my direction. Intending to collect me? What, I’m to be dinner?

Sorry. Not today. I grit my teeth and wait for it…wait… Now! I kick out my leg the moment the creature is within striking distance. Contact! Another squawk sounds. The creature soars through the forest, crash lands, and skids across the ground. I expect him to be down for the count, but he regains his bearings quickly and leaps into the sky.

As I climb to shaky legs, he circles overhead. Two friends join him, looking at me, projecting a single message: You can run but you can’t hide.

Things are about to get ugly.

Thinking fast, I reach for a fat, fallen branch, but again, a thousand lightning stings explode over my hand like mini-grenades, courtesy of the tiny bugs that are crawling all over the wood.

My vision begins to swim all over again, leaving me defenseless. No, no. I’ve trained for this—trained in the dark.

Though my sight is compromised, I can rely on my other senses. I go still, listening. My ears twitch, detecting a whoosh, whoosh of wings. Wind brushes my face. The scent of rot…growing closer, closer…

I dive out of the way. A sharp sting agonizes my back, claws scraping my spine, but I’m moving too swiftly for the birds to grab hold of me. Thankfully, my vision clears as I jump to my feet. The birds remain low as they circle around me…and dart toward me.

Deciding to use my fists this go-round, I stand my ground. Ready…ready…

Just before contact, a thick branch comes out of nowhere, hitting two of the birds. New squawks. Hisses. I disable the third creature as planned, with a fist to the face. The bones in my hand crack, and pain floods me. Pain must flood the bird, too. It flops to the ground and struggles to straighten.

Another bird knocks me to the ground in order to grab its friend and return to the sky.

I roll to my back and blink in shock and relief.

“You okay?” My helper offers me a hand.

Ten! My heart leaps at the sight of her. She’s not glowing, but she’s not surrounded by shadows, either. She’s alive, and she’s here. Our connection is gone, but she’s here. She’s safe. Or as safe as possible, considering our location. Nothing else matters to me.

“I could be dyin’—again—and I’d be okay right now, because yer here. I love you, lass.” I take her hand, but I don’t stand. I pull her down on top of me. Breath gushes from my lungs as her slight weight settles atop me. I’m overcome, undone and overjoyed all at once. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Never. You’re stuck with me. And stop apologizing. You died for me, Killian. I’d say we’re even.” She softens against me for a split second, and I luxuriate in the feel of our bodies pressed together. Then she places a swift kiss on my lips and climbs to her feet. “We need to reach the Tree of Life, and fast.”

“Tree of Life?”

“Come on!” She grabs the limb and takes off.

I have no choice but to jump up and follow. Along the way, I snatch the limb from her grip, freeing her from its weight.

“Only step where I step,” she says. “Okay? All right? The entire realm is a maze. There are invisible doorways. Pits, tricks and poisons. Monsters and disasters waiting everywhere.”

Monsters that are worse than the birds? Wonderful. “So this is Many Ends?”

“Yep. Where happiness comes to die.”

I reel. She was right. All along she was right about Myriad’s connection to Many Ends. How it’s possible, I don’t know. How it’s been kept a secret, though, I can guess. Ambrosine has always refused to host a resurrection. When Archer and I were friends, he told me it takes power from the Secondking to bring back one of his people. Power Ambrosine refuses to relinquish.

“How do you know where tae go?” She’s been here several times before, yes, but I can see no marks to distinguish one path from another.

“I see the patterns. Raised stones and limbs every few steps, plus other tells—like glittery patches of air.” She is panting now, the temperature rising. Sweat pours from us.

“Others are here?” I’m panting, too, the poisons I’ve already encountered still playing havoc with my systems. Without ambrosia or manna—or whatever I need now—I have no way to heal. Except naturally, of course, but who wants to wait for that?

“More spirits than I’ve ever encountered before. When the birds arrived, everyone took off in different directions. Some vanished through invisible doorways, some got grabbed by birds, some by gorillas. A few escaped, but I don’t know where they ended up.”

Gorillas? Invisible doorways? “Why did I no’ appear in the same location as the rest of you? And how did you find me?”

She turns a corner and yelps as a branch slaps her in the neck. I snake my arms around her waist and spin her, taking the next lash against my back. Ouch. The bark bites into the wounds caused by the birds, and I grunt. Stars wink over my vision all over again.

Ten pauses, her gentle hands framing my face. Just for a moment. Gone far too swiftly. But in that stolen moment, I’m no longer in hell but heaven. She’s all I see, all I know. Her blue hair lifts in the breeze, and her mismatched eyes regard me with an emotion I cannot name or feel. The bond… I frown. Like the Grid, it’s gone, and a great sense of loss overwhelms me.

“Be careful, baby. Distraction kills.” She leaps back into action, the moment broken. I remain close to her heels.

Baby. “I get why you hate the endearment. But shouldna you hate lass, too? It’s just as common.”

“Not for you. You hate your accent and fight it, but I make it slip out unbidden. Face it. You have no defense against me. What’s not to love about that?”

Darling girl.

“And to answer your previous questions, I don’t know why you ended up elsewhere. To find you, I followed the echo of your voice.”

“Do you feel our connection, then?”

“Faintly,” she admits. “I’m aware of the Grid, and our bond, but I can’t quite get a lock on either one.”

With a world-rocking roar, a gigantic ape leaps into our path. In unison, Ten and I skid to a stop. The ape swipes at Ten with a beefy arm, but I’m faster, leaping to the safety zone and taking her with me. When he swipes air, he issues another roar.

He’s as wide as the trees, with a barrel chest. His arms and legs are the size of battering rams, and his teeth the size of sabers. But the worst thing about him? He has friends.

Six gorillas step from the foliage, revealing we’re trapped in a tight-knit circle.

“Zero!” Ten gasps. “I led us straight into a trap.”





chapter twenty-three



“Do not be led by opportunity. Be led by peace.”

—Troika

Ten

I knew it before, and I know it now with far more certainty. The creatures of Many Ends have one goal: Destroy everyone.

The birds hope to carry us to their mountain, where they will feast on our organs, again and again. The screams… even now they assault my ears. The gorillas want to beat us into submission and, yep, feast on our organs.

The information came courtesy of Kayla and Reed during my last visit.

I’ve fought these gorillas before, but only one at a time. I’ve run from a big group of them, and if not for the lake— a lake that is nowhere near here, at least that I can see— they would have caught me. They can’t swim. Or won’t. In Many Ends, the lake is as dangerous as everything else.

“You see monsters every day. But you’ve never seen a monster like me.” There’s just enough contempt in Killian’s voice to prove he means what he says. “I suggest you walk away. I’m out of mercy, only have wrath to offer.”

He moves in front of me to act as my shield, and I’m grateful, I am, but there’s no way to protect all of me at once. We’re surrounded.