by Lauren Kate
Page 35
Other tables in the casino were overcrowded, but the redhead and her diminutive husband were the only two people at Veras. Still, she put on a good show for them, snapping the cards out with an easy dexterity that made the work look e ortless. Luce could see an elegant side of Vera that she hadnt noticed before. A air for the dramatic.
"So," Miles said, shifting his weight next to Luce. "Are we gonna . . . or . . . "
Shelbys hands were suddenly on Luces shoulders, practically wedging her into one of the empty leather seats at the table.
Though she was dying to stare, Luce avoided eye contact at rst. She was nervous that Vera might recognize her before she even had a chance. But Veras eyes passed over each of them with only the mildest of interest, and Luce remembered how di erent she looked now that shed bleached her hair. She tugged at it nervously, not sure what to do next.
Then Miles plunked down a twenty-dollar bill in front of Luce, and she remembered the game she was supposed to be playing. She slid the money across the table.
Vera raised a penciled-in eyebrow. "Got ID?"
Luce shook her head. "Maybe we could just watch?"
Across the table, the redhead was nodding o , her head falling onto Shelbys sti shoulder. Vera rolled her eyes at the whole scene and pushed Luces money back, pointing at the neon billboard advertising Cirque du Soleil. "Circus is that way, kids. "
Luce sighed. They were going to have to wait until Vera got o work. And by then shed probably be even less interested in talking to them. Feeling defeated, Luce reached out to take Miless money back. Veras ngers were drawing away just as Luces swept over the money, and their
ngertips kissed. Both of them snapped up their heads. The weird shock brie y blinded Luce. She sucked in her breath. She looked deep into Veras wide hazel eyes.
And she saw everything:
A two-story cabin in a snowy Canadian town. Webs of ice on the windows, wind soughing at the panes. A ten-year-old girl watching TV in the living room, rocking a baby on her lap. It was Vera, pale and pretty in acid-washed jeans and Doc Martens, a thick navy turtleneck rising to her chin, a cheap wool blanket bunched up between her and the back of the couch. A bowl of popcorn on the co ee table, reduced to a handful of cold, unpopped kernels. A fat orange cat prowling the mantel, hissing at the radiator. And Luce--Luce was her sister, the baby sister in her arms.
Luce felt herself rocking in her seat at the casino, aching to remember all of this. Just as quickly, the impression faded, replaced by another.
Luce as a toddler chasing Vera, up the stairs, down the stairs, the worn wide steps beneath her thumping feet, her chest tight from breathless laughter, when the doorbell sounded and a fair, slick-haired boy arrived to pick Vera up for a date, and she stopped and straightened her clothes and turned her back, turned away . . . .
A heartbeat later and Luce was a teenager herself, with a mess of curly shoulder-length black hair. Sprawled on Veras denim bedspread, the coarse fabric somehow a comfort, ipping through Veras secret diary. He loves me, Vera had scrawled again and again and again, her handwriting getting loopier and loopier. And then the pages pulled away, her sisters angry face looming, the tracks of her tears clear. . . .
And then again, a di erent scene, Luce older still, maybe seventeen. She braced herself for what was coming.
Snow pouring from the sky like soft white static. Vera and a few friends ice-skating on the frozen pond behind their house, gliding in swift circles, happy and laughing, and at the frayed icy edge of the pond, Luce crouched down, the cold seeping through her thin clothes while she laced up her skates, in a hurry, as usual, to catch up with her sister. And beside her, a warmth she didnt have to look at to identify, Daniel, who was silent, moody, his skates already tightly laced. She could feel the urge to kiss him--and yet no shadows were visible. The evening and everything about it were star-dotted and glittering, endlessly clear and full of possibility.
Luce searched for the shadows, then realized that their absence made sense. These were Veras memories. And the snow made everything harder to see. Still, Daniel must know, as he had known when he dove into that lake. He must have sensed it every single time. Did he ever care what became of people like Vera after Luce was killed?
There came a bursting sound from Luces side of the lake, like the letting out of a parachute. And then: A blooming shot of red-hot re in the middle of a blizzard. A huge column of bright orange ames shooting into the sky at the edge of the pond. Where Luce had been. The other skaters middle of a blizzard. A huge column of bright orange ames shooting into the sky at the edge of the pond. Where Luce had been. The other skaters rushed senselessly toward it, barreling across the pond. But the ice was melting, rapidly, catastrophically, sending their skates plunging through to the frigid water underneath. Veras scream echoed through the blue night, her frozen look of agony all that Luce could see.
In the casino, Vera yanked her hand back, shaking it as if shed been burned. Her lips quivered a few times before they formed the words: "Its you. " She shook her head. "But it cant be. "
"Vera," Luce whispered, reaching her hand out again to her sister. She wanted to hold her, to take all the pain Vera had ever been caused and transfer it to herself.
"No. " Vera shook her head, backing away and wagging a nger at Luce. "No, no, no. " She backed into the dealer at the table behind her, tripping over him and sending a giant stack of poker chips cascading o the table. The colored disks slid across the oor, causing a ripple of oohs and aahs from gamblers who leaped from their seats to scoop them up.
"Dammit, Vera!" a squat man bellowed over the din. As he waddled to their table in a cheap gray polyester suit and scu ed black shoes, Luce shared a worried glance with Miles and Shelby. Three underage kids wanted nothing to do with the pit boss. But he was still chewing Vera out, his lip curled up in disgust. "How many times--"
Vera had found her feet again but kept staring, terri ed, at Luce, as if Luce were the devil instead of her sister a lifetime removed. Veras kohl- lined eyes were white with terror as she stammered, "She c-c-cant be here. "
"Christ," the pit boss muttered, checking out Luce and her friends, then speaking into a walkie-talkie. "Get me security. Got a coupla hoodlum kids. "
Luce shrank back between Miles and Shelby, who said through gritted teeth, "How about one of those step-throughs, Miles?"
Before Miles could reply, three men with enormous wrists and necks appeared and towered over them. The pit boss waved his hands. "Take them to the pen. See what other kind of trouble theyve been in. "
"Ive got a better idea," a girls voice growled from behind the wall of security guards.
All heads whipped around to nd the voice, but only Luces face lit up. "Arriane!"
The tiny girl ashed Luce a grin as she sidled through the crowd. With ve-inch platform wedges, her hair done up all crazy, and her eyes nearly swallowed by dark eyeliner, Arriane t in with the casinos weird clientele perfectly. Nobody seemed to know quite what to make of her, least of all Shelby and Miles.
The pit boss veered over to confront Arriane. He reeked of shoe polish and cough medicine.
"Do you need to be taken to the pen, too, missy?"
"Ooh, sounds fun. " Arrianes eyes widened. "Alas, Im overbooked tonight. Ive got front-row tickets to Blue Man Group, and of course theres dinner with Cher after the show. One more thing I know I had to do . . . " She tapped her chin, then looked over at Luce. "Ah yes--get these three guys the hell out of here. Scuse us!" She blew a kiss at the fuming pit boss, shrugged an apology at Vera, and snapped her ngers.
Then all the lights went out.
Chapter Thirteen
SIX DAYS
Rushing them through the labyrinth of the dark casino, Arriane moved as if she had night vision.
"Stay cool, you three," she sang. "Ill have you out of here in a ash. "
She held Luces wrist in a tight grip, and Luce in turn held Miless hand; Miles held Shelbys, as she c
ursed at the indignity of having to bring up the escape caboose.
Arriane led them unerringly, and though Luce couldnt see what she was doing, she could hear people grunt and exclaim as Arriane shouldered them aside. "Sorry bout that!" shed call. "Whoops!" and "Excuse me!"
She took them down dark hallways packed with anxious tourists using their cell phones as ashlights. Up darker staircases, stu y with disuse and crammed with empty cardboard boxes. Finally she kicked open an emergency exit, ushering them through it and into a dark, narrow alley.
The alleyway was tucked between the Mirage and another towering hotel. A row of Dumpsters sent out the foul odor of expensive rotting food. A trickle of acid-green gutter water formed a vile little river, splitting the alley in half. Straight ahead, in the middle of the bright, bustling neon-lit Strip, an old-fashioned black street clock struck twelve.
"Ahhh. " Arriane inhaled deeply. "The beginning of another glorious day in Sin City. I like to start it o right, with a big breakfast. Whos hungry? "
"Um . . . er . . . ," Shelby stammered, looking at Luce, then Arriane, then at the casino. "What just . . . How did . . . "
Miless gaze was xed on the shiny, marbled scar that spanned one side of Arrianes neck. Luce was used to Arriane by now, but it was clear that her friends didnt know what to make of her.
Arriane waved her nger at Miles. "This guy looks like he can eat his weight in wa es. Come on, I know a lthy diner. "
As they clipped up the alley toward the street, Miles turned to Luce and mouthed, "That was awesome. "
Luce nodded. It was all she could do to keep up with Arriane as she jogged across the Strip. Vera. She couldnt get over it. All those memories, glimpsed in a ash. Theyd been painful and startling, and she could only imagine what it had been like for Vera. But for Luce, they had also been deeply satisfying. More than with any of her glimpses through the Announcers so far, this time she felt as if shed experienced one of her past lives. Strangely, shed also seen something shed never even thought about: Her previous selves had lives. Lives that had been full and meaningful before Daniel had shown up.
Arriane led them to an IHOP, a squat brown stucco building that looked so ancient it could have predated everything else on the Strip. It seemed more claustrophobic and sadder than other IHOPs.
Shelby led the way inside, pushing through the glass doors, chiming the cheap jingle bells duct-taped to the top. She grabbed a stful of mints from the bowl by the register before claiming a booth in the far back corner. Arriane slid in next to her, while Luce and Miles took the other side of the cracked orange leather booth.
With a whistle and a quick circular gesture, Arriane ordered a round of co ee from the plump, pretty waitress with the pencil stuck in her hair.
The rest of them focused on the thick, spiral-bound laminated menu. Turning the pages was a battle against the ancient maple syrup welding the whole thing together--and a good way to avoid talking about the trouble theyd just narrowly escaped.
Finally Luce had to ask. "What are you doing here, Arriane?"
"Ordering something with a funny name. Rooty Tooty, I guess, since they dont have Moons Over My Hammy here. I can never decide. "