by C. L. Stone
Table of Contents
Love's Cruel Redemption (The Ghost Bird Series)
Into the Night
Cake in a Pan
Entangled
Fallout
The Truth Among the Lies
The Past Unforgotten
Back to Where We’ve Been
The Smooth Chilling Thrill
A Need for Confirmation
Small Thrills
The Plot that Thickens
Rise and Shine
One of Us
I Spy
Culprit
The Request
Making Friends
Darker Than Black
Line of Sight
Left Behind
How to Shake a Tail
The Illusion of Normalcy
Abandoned
Caught
Our Unraveling Lies
Coming To a Hilt
Stay Cool Under Fire
The Long Wait
Evasion
No Time for Reluctance
Where Everything Gets Tricky
Individual Feelings
Our Own Rules
We’ll Never Be the Same
One Down, All Down
When in Doubt, Doubt
Behind the Scenes
Calamity
The Contractor
Getting Ahead of the Game
The Exchange
Vanished
Work Alone
Fishing for a Rat
Be Terrified
Lose Control
What We Don’t Deserve
We Are Who We Are
Vulnerable
Aftershock
Wounded
Just Us
What a Team Is
Where You Go, My Heart Follows
In Repair
~A~
Unsung Requiem
Prelude
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Her footsteps stopped somewhere in the distance. She cried out, followed by the sound of dragging. Muffled movements. Silence.
The pain that had radiated out from his back had subsided, but his limbs were numb. The voltage had been set high. He breathed in sharply, crouching on the floor, palms against the tile. He resisted the urge to vomit, swallowing back bile to keep himself together. He’d been zapped hard before, but this was rough.
He glared through blurred eyes toward where Sang had disappeared. He crawled in that direction. After a few steps, he picked himself up, having regained feeling and movement.
“Sang!” he shouted into the darkness.
No response.
The Academy
The Ghost Bird Series
Love’s Cruel Redemption
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Book Twelve
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Written by C. L. Stone
Published by
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Copyright © 2018 C. L. Stone
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ISBN-13: 978-1986155397
ISBN-10: 1986155390
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
From The Academy Series
The Ghost Bird Series
Introductions
First Days
Friends vs. Family
Forgiveness and Permission
Drop of Doubt
Push and Shove
House of Korba
The Other Side of Envy
The Healing Power of Sugar
First Kiss
Black and Green
Love’s Cruel Redemption
Unsung Requiem (Coming Soon)
The Scarab Beetle Series
Thief
Liar
Fake
Accessory
Hoax
Tempest (Coming Soon)
Other Books By C. L. Stone
Favored
Smoking Gun
Melody
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Into the Night
Nathan
Nathan Griffin white-knuckled the wheel of Kota’s sedan.
Ahead was a dark lane, made nerve-wracking to drive by trees closely lining either side. He wasn’t sure if it was a narrow road or a driveway, but he had gone for a couple of miles already, looking for the house he had been told would be here. The exact coordinates were unclear, as the GPS had said he’d arrived at his destination already.
The headlights weren’t the brightest, shedding only so much light immediately in front of the car. The gravel road was littered with potholes. Kota’s car didn’t have the best suspension, either.
Too bad he couldn’t have brought the Jeep...not that he could run back and get it.
He released the wheel with one hand to wipe at his lips, trying to ease the tense sensations that’d been in his heart for hours so he could pay attention to the road.
Why did they have to live all the way out here? A deer or another animal could hop out of the woods at any moment. Normally, he’d like such a rural location. It suited his outdoorsy personality. Tonight, he groaned at having to slow down. The longer it took, the later it got. The ungodly hour was already horrible enough to be intruding on them. Without a phone to call ahead, he’d be lucky if they weren’t traveling and this was for nothing.
If it wasn’t an emergency, he wouldn’t have come.
Eventually, the trees fell away and the high beams on the sedan settled on a large, white plantation-style house. The home resembled some of the old estates in downtown Charleston. The colonial style was similar to the house Victor lived in, yet this one was wider, with a large front porch, white columns, darkened windows. The surrounding grounds were trim but bare and brown for midwinter.
The grandeur seemed out of place in the middle of the woods. It was too fancy to be tucked away and hidden from the world.
As he drove around the loop of the driveway, his opinion faded. The bushes were a little too wild and needed pruning. The grass was filled with weeds. The front porch appeared in disrepair.
Nathan parked, hitting the lock on the inside of the door and checking to make sure he had the keys in his pocket before closing it up. He gazed up at the house, the darkened windows. There were no numbers to indicate the address. Did he even have the right house?
Yet it was exactly where Mr. Blackbourne had described it to him before.
Weeds crunched under his shoes as he approached the house. He eased his foot onto the first step. It creaked, and he stopped.
They didn’t need an alarm system. The porch gave him away.
He stilled, not wanting to scare anyone who might be awake inside. He considered returning to the car and coming back in the morning.
He needed to talk to someone. Lily might be the only one who could help him.
He continued to climb up the steps and went to the front door. There was a rusty doorbell to one side. The door had a knocker.
He paused.
He closed his eyes.
He pictured Sang’s face.
Her tears. The pleas.
He looked down at his own hands, the blood that still stained parts of his knuckles.
Blood on top of older bruises.
He tried to wipe away the blood, but it had dried hard to his hands.
All the memories of the past few weeks started stirring up. Mistakes. He blamed himself. Mr. Blackbourne would say placing blame was a lost cause. It didn’t help anyone and only hindered solving the problem.
But Nathan didn’t know the solution. He only knew everything was horribly wrong.
He made a fist and pounded at the door, then stabbed a finger at the doorbell. He couldn’t hear it ring. He wondered if they rigged it to do something other than make noise. Vibrate their phones perhaps. Give them a feed image of who was outside. Clever. They needed to do this at their homes.
After a few minutes, the door inched open and a face appeared. The man was shorter, with reddish hair, light blue eyes and a glare that held strong. A frown formed on his lips. “What do you want?” he asked.
“Trout,” Nathan said quickly, letting him know he was Academy with a random response.
Without blinking, he answered, “Azalea.” He opened the door a bit wider. “Who are you?”
“My name is Nathan Griffin,” he said. He pressed his palms against his jeans at his sides, hoping to hide the marks and blood. “You’re Liam? You’ve been mentoring my team. Blackbourne. Sang...”
His eyes went from Nathan’s face to his rumpled clothes. He looked beyond Nathan as if anticipating to see other faces. “I know them. I don’t remember you.”
“I’m part of the team, too. I need to...talk to someone.”
“Y’all have too many on your team. I can’t keep track.” Liam lifted an eyebrow and leaned out of the door. “Can’t it wait until morning?”
Nathan pressed his lips together and shook his head. He couldn’t answer that question. Could it wait? Sure. He was supposed to say yes.
He should have called. He should have just sent a text message. If he had a phone, he would have.
But it couldn’t wait. He had driven all the way out here because he needed to fix things. He couldn’t go back unless he could fix it.
He didn’t know how to talk to her. How could he explain what happened?
How could he tell the others?
“I messed up,” Nathan said finally, lowering his gaze.
Liam waited a moment, studying Nathan. He sighed and opened the door wider. “Come in.”
Nathan took a small step inside the home, his sneakers squeaking against the slick floor, granite or marble, he wasn’t sure he could tell the difference. There were plants on pedestals and a stairway leading to the second floor further in. The inside was nicer and cleaner, the upkeep obvious compared to the outside. Nice furniture. Clean surfaces. Homey.
It didn’t make sense to him, but they must have had their reasons for the outside looking like it did.
Nathan pressed his palms together, rubbing hard against each as if he could rub off the soreness in his hand and get rid of the memory of what had happened.
Liam closed the door behind him and then stood back. He wore jeans and a navy sweater with a white shirt underneath, and dark socks, no shoes. His face was covered in rust-colored hair, thin but growing out, unshaved for a least a couple of days. In the light, a bit better than the porch, his hair lightened in color, a bit more strawberry blond than reddish.
Liam held his morose expression and crossed his arms over his chest to examine Nathan with the same scrutiny. “Well? What do you want?”
Nathan glanced around, feeling the room echoed with every little noise they made. Most every other door he could see in the house on the first floor was closed to him, except to the right, some sort of library. Was anyone else awake? He couldn’t help feeling someone else was there and listening. Weren’t there four others on their team? He couldn’t remember.
He refocused on Liam and then looked down to the floor. “There’s been a fight. Two, actually.”
Liam bobbed his head. “Is the team breaking up?”
“They...might...” He bowed his head further and closed his eyes tight, trying to control his voice and keep his body from shaking. “It’s my fault.”
Liam sighed and then his footsteps echoed, coming closer.
A hand rested on Nathan’s shoulder. “Look at me,” he said quietly.
Nathan picked up his head. He was taller than Liam and broader. It was strange to Nathan as he felt very young and small with him, something he rarely felt with anyone.
Helpless. Useless.
Liam’s lips twisted, frowning, and then he spoke. “Whatever happened, I’m sure it’s horrible. But if your team was any sort of team, the heat of the moment misunderstandings...You’re clearly sorry for whatever happened, or you wouldn’t be here trying to fix it. They’ll see that.”
Nathan swallowed thickly. “I’m just afraid they’ll decide to boot me off the team. I’ll lose them. I’ll lose her.”
“If they are your team, they won’t kick you off. It’s always a mutual decision.”
He wished he believed it. But at the moment, he was pretty sure.
Liam motioned to the library room. “Come sit down. Hurry before you wake anyone else up. If you need to vent and get another opinion, I guess I was the lucky dog to answer the door first. The answer you’re looking for probably isn’t as hard to get as you think.”
Nathan breathed out heavily through his nose and relaxed, but only a little.
He wasn’t so sure it was going to be fixable.
Cake in a Pan
Sang
Two Weeks Earlier
Cold seeped through the windows upstairs in the Lee household. Mid-January in South Carolina wasn’t as cold as Illinois, but the darkness and cooler temperatures made me want nothing more than to stay in bed with a blanket and a book.
Kota’s bedroom was still. The drapes to the windows had already been pulled back to let in what early morning sunlight could get over the trees. The room was cool in purple and pink hues.
I had two or three blankets piled up around me.
Luke was pressed to my side, hip to hip.
The narrow twin mattress left little room, so no matter how I rolled over, he was at my back, my front, everywhere. Luke’s legs were crossed on top of one of mine.
When did he crawl in with me? I barely remembered him coming in. I must have been sleeping extra hard, or I’d gotten so used to someone crawling into the bed with me that I dismissed it entirely.
Luke draped an arm over his eyes. His breathing was steady. I slowly blinked at him, keeping still so I wouldn’t wake him. His tapered shoulders were bare. The tan he’d built up during the warmer months hadn’t faded much. His blond hair was getting as long as mine, and it framed his face, splaying out over the pillow.
I considered getting up to wash and dress, but I was comfortable next to Luke. The bed was warmed by the two of us sleeping so close together.
The other reason to stay in bed as long as possible was Erica.
Even though it was an early hour, Erica was downstairs rattling around in the kitchen. Kota had joined her not long ago. Their voices floated up, mild tones. I couldn’t really hear what they were saying. When I was around, Kota’s mom seemed to ask a lot of questions.
Luke turned his head to me with one brown eye opening. An arm stretched lazily across my shoulders. He tugged me closer until my back was to his chest, and his lips dipped down at my spine along my neck.
I flipped over so I could look at his sleepy brown eyes. “Good morning,” I whispered.
“I like mornings like this,” he said. Even though I had flipped, he kept an arm around me, his forearm resting on the side of my rib cage loosely. “Erica isn’t going to work today?”
“It’s so hard to keep track of her schedule,” I said. “Sometimes she’s getting in at two in the morning. How does she do it?”
The volume of voices downstairs rose, mostly Erica. She didn’t do it often, but I’d been in the house for about a week consistently now, and I was getting used to hearing it. She got very animated around Kota.
I sometimes listened, because often the questions were about me.
A couple of weeks ago, the Sorenson house had been taken over by my stepmother. She returned from the hospital and Marie took care of her, with a little help from the Academy.
They both seemed relatively happy with the arrangement. With my father staying at a small rental with his new fiancé until a divorce finalized, everything was settled.
Except for me.
The paperwork for the divorce was handled delicately. Each side had hired Academy lawyers, luckily. The lawyers were careful with the documents they prepared, limiting my name in each page until I’d eventually disappear before any official record was signed for the court.
The only one concerned at all was my father, who asked carefully about keeping me.
We all knew the reason was to keep my background a secret. His assumption was that my stepmother wouldn’t want me anyway.
I wasn’t in the clear, but the guys assured me repeatedly I wasn’t going back to anyone.
And me being at Erica’s house for a week left her with a lot of questions about what was going on at my house. She trusted Kota, but she knew something was wrong and she wanted to know. Kota explained there was a divorce pending, but he left out a lot of details and claimed he didn’t know because I didn’t know the full details either. She had accepted this, but she did pry for updates.
Luke moved to curl a lock of my hair. He made the curl taut against his finger, and then quickly released it. “You’d look good with curls, I think.”
“Hmm.” I didn’t have much opinion about curls or my hair while I was listening to the voices downstairs. “If Erica is home, maybe we should go somewhere else today.”
“Might be a good idea to get you to stay overnight somewhere else,” he said. He sighed and got up on his elbow. The blanket we shared slipped off of his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. As he twisted and stretched his arms, the blanket fell off of his waist and revealed he was wearing a pair of Kota’s pajama bottoms. They hung loose and low on his hips. “She doesn’t mind you staying at all, but with her odd hours becoming odder, it makes it harder to manage...”