Lifeblood (Everlife #2)

My lashes fuse as I glare at him. “Gee. Thanks.”


“We need our Conduit,” he says, “and until you’ve unlocked access to the entire Grid, you’re just another soldier.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a soldier,” I sputter.

“Very true—when you’re meant to be a soldier. A hand can never be a foot and a foot can never be an ear. You are a Conduit. A born leader. You are meant to start a wildfire with a single spark.”

My head falls back, and I stare up at the beautiful, bright sky. “Another teaching moment? Seriously? More cryptic words of wisdom that do not help? Why can’t I have a normal teacher who assigns me a ten-page essay about all the ways I can improve my sucky attitude?”

“Excellent idea.” He tweaks my nose. “Have the essay on my desk by eight tomorrow morning.”

I cross my arms. “Why didn’t you tell me what would happen when I touched Dior?”

“Because you weren’t supposed to touch Dior.”

A simple answer, and yet sharp enough to pop the air in my balloon of confidence. I should have obeyed. I should have trusted.

“Now,” he says. “If you’re wondering why I haven’t mentioned your messages with Killian...”

Zero! I barely swallow a moan. “Do we have to do this here?”

“Shhh. Levi’s in the middle of a teaching moment.”

I give him a brutal side-eye, and he laughs.

“If anyone can convince him to defect, it’s you,” he says, shocking me. “Archer tried, wanted it to happen so badly. But more than that, you would no longer be in danger of consorting with the enemy. And miracle of miracles, I think you’re making real progress with Killian. Keep up the good work.”

What? I’m flummoxed by this. His mind-set is a complete 180. Unless, of course, Levi is the one working with Myriad, and he secretly wants—

Nope. Not going there! Not traveling the paranoia path.

“Now, my final thought for the day,” Levi says. “Your aunt Lina lives in the Land of the Harvest, and she’s incapable of taking care of herself. When she helped you evade Myriad, she violated the terms of her contract. Myriad has the right to punish her, and word is they’ve chosen to end her Firstlife.”

“No!” They’ll try to use her Everlife against me. “They can’t just—how can they—no one should—”

“She visited the Troikan HQ in LA and asked for sanctuary. Your covenant with us allows us to protect any extended family members, even Myriadians, so we were able to hide her in one of our institutions. But it’s a temporary measure. Unless and until she agrees to go to court, our umbrella of protection is limited. Do yourself a favor and go see her. Convince her to agree. The institution is surrounded by TLs, so you’ll be safe.”

Aunt Lina. My dad’s twin sister. Loony Lina. Every member of our family thought she was crazy. Including me! Until recently, I’d had no idea she wasn’t insane—she saw into the future.

“She tried to kill me,” I remind him. Scratch that. She did kill me. At the time, I was Unsigned, and I wound up in Many Ends.

Okay, okay. In her defense, she first ensured I had the resources I needed to rescue Kayla and Reed, and she even made arrangements for Archer to find and revive me.

Do I want one of my killers in Troika forever?

“Also,” I add, “Archer told me the newly dead aren’t supposed to visit their relatives in the Land of the Living. It creates too many problems.”

“In Lina’s fragile mind, you’ve been dead all your life. No rules will be broken.” He uses his knuckles to gently tap my chin. “Go see her. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for all of eternity.”

“Is that an order, sir?” My next mission, perhaps? The one during which I’m supposed to obey my superior without question?

“A suggestion.”

“Then I need time to consider your suggestion. Are we done here?”

He sighs. “For now.”

I return to Victor, who links our arms and draws me away.

“What was that about?” he asks.

“Levi told me—”

Be careful who you trust.

For the time being, Levi is my go-to guy, and I’m not going to invite anyone else into my inner circle. Better keep the information about Lina close to my heart.

“Just another teaching moment,” I finally say. It’s the truth without revealing any of the damning details. “A single spark can start a conflagration, or something like that.”

Victor snorts. “Good to know I’m not the only one who finds the constant lessons tedious.”

I don’t find them tedious, exactly, but I do find them uncomfortable. They, in themselves, are Light. The very spark Levi mentioned. They chase away shadows of confusion, revealing weaknesses I need to conquer.

Just once I’d like to find out about a hidden strength, though.

“Are debriefings always so brutal?” I ask.

He snickers as he pats the top of my head. “That wasn’t brutal, honey. That was the equivalent of Sunday brunch with your girlfriends.”

I knock his arm away, which turns his snicker into a chuckle. “Remind me never to accept an invitation to Sunday brunch with you.”

In the Capital of New, I spot Raanan, Nico and Hoshi again as we pass my apartment building. This time, Rebel, Clementine, Sawyer and Winifred are with them. A reunion? Only the too-young Fatima is missing.

I experience a twinge of longing. How fun it would be to blow off my duties and join them.

Killian wouldn’t think twice about attending a party.

Enjoy the moment, he’d say.

But I’m not sure I know how to relax. I’d probably ruin everyone’s good time.

I force myself to continue on and enter a Stairwell with Victor. We end up on the ritzier side of the city, where mansions regally line the streets, each boasting a different design. My favorites are the medieval fortress, the Disneyland castle and the Southern antebellum.

Victor stops in front of the antebellum, where a cobblestone walkway is canopied by a huge violet wisteria tree and leads to double doors with stained-glass centers. On either side is a winding staircase that climbs to the second-floor balcony, where a glistening wrought-iron bow and arrow hangs.

A bow and arrow. How appropriate.

“What’s going to happen to this masterpiece if Archer doesn’t win the Resurrection?” I ask.

“It will be bulldozed, a new home built for a new graduate.” He lightly taps my shoulder. “But we’re going to make sure he wins, aren’t we?”

“If he doesn’t, it won’t be because I didn’t give the vote my all.” I just haven’t found the right way to go about it.

We enter the abode, and all I can do is gape. A wide entrance hall spills into a formal parlor, which leads to a polished library, an opulent dining room, and a cheery sitting room.

“Archer lived here? My Archer?”