01. Half-Blood

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by Jennifer L. Armentrout


  “I know.” The mother I’d known wouldn’t take pleasure in kil ing bugs. She never would’ve harmed another living, breathing person. “Kain said she’d keep kil ing until she finds me.”

  He looked like he didn’t know what to say. “Alex, she’d keep kil ing no matter what. I know this is going to sound terrible, but the Sentinels wil find her. They’l stop her.”

  I nodded, toying with the edge of my shirt. “It should be me who stops her. She’s my mother.”

  Caleb frowned. “It should be anyone but you since she was your mother. I—” The frown faded from his face as he stared at me. “Alex, you wouldn’t go after her, would you?”

  “No!” I forced a laugh. “I’m not crazy.”

  He continued to stare at me.

  “Look. I wouldn’t even know where to find her,” I told him, but Kain’s words came right back at me. You leave the safety of the Covenant and you’ll find her or she’ll find you.

  “Why don’t you sneak back with me? We can download a crap ton of il egal movies and watch them. We can even break into the cafeteria and steal a bunch of food. How about that? Sounds like fun, right?”

  It kind of did, but… “No. I’m real y tired, Caleb. The last couple of days have… ”

  “Sucked?”

  “Yeah, you can say that.” I backed off then. “I’l see you for breakfast? I doubt I’l have practice.”

  “Okay.” He stil looked worried. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

  I nodded and headed inside the dorm. There was another white envelope shoved in the little crack. When I saw Lucian’s sprawling handwriting, there was a weird sinking feeling in my chest. Nothing from Aiden.

  “Gods.” I opened it up and quickly discarded it without reading it. Although, I was col ecting a rather large sum of money. This one contained three hundred, and I stashed it with the rest of the cash. Once things calmed down, I was going to do some serious shopping.

  After changing into a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a tank, I picked up the book of Greek legends and brought it back to the bed, thumbing to the section about the Apol yon. I read the passage over and over again, looking for something that could tel me what was going to happen when I turned eighteen, but the book told me nothing I didn’t already know.

  Which wasn’t much of anything.

  I must’ve fal en asleep, because the next thing I knew I was staring at the ceiling in my dark bedroom. I sat up and pushed back the tangled mess of hair. Disoriented and stil half asleep, I tried to remember what I’d dreamed.

  Mom.

  We’d been at the zoo in my dream. It was just like when I was a kid, but I was older and Mom… Mom had been kil ing al the animals, ripping their throats out and laughing.

  The whole time, I’d just stood by and watched her. Never once did I try to stop her.

  I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat there as my stomach twisted. She’ll keep killing ‘til she finds you. I stood, my legs feeling strangely weak. Was that why Kain had come back here? Had Mom somehow known I would seek him out and he would relay this message?

  No. It wasn’t possible. Kain came back to the Covenant, because he was…

  Why had he come back to a place ful of people ready to kil him?

  Another memory stood out, brighter than the rest. It was of Aiden and me standing in front of the dummies in the training room. I’d asked him what he would do if his parents had been turned.

  “I would’ve hunted them down. They wouldn’t have wanted that kind of life.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut.

  Mom would have rather been kil ed than become a monster preying on every living creature. And right now, she was out there, kil ing and hunting—waiting. Somehow, I ended up in front of my closet, my fingers drifting over the Covenant uniform.

  Then I’d find her and kill her myself. My own words burned in my mind. There was no doubt what needed to be done. It was crazy and reckless—stupid even—but the plan took form. Cold, steely determination settled over me, and I stopped thinking.

  I started acting.

  It was early—way too early for anyone to be roaming the grounds of the Covenant. Only the shadows of the patrol ing Guards moved under the moonlight. Getting to the secure warehouse behind the training arenas wasn’t as hard as I thought it might be. The Guards were more concerned with possible weaknesses in the perimeter. Once inside, I found my way to where they kept the uniforms. My hands snatched one that fit and my heart raced as I quickly changed into it. I didn’t need a mirror to tel me how I looked

  —I’d always known I’d look damn good in a Sentinel uniform. Black was a very flattering color for me.

  The Hematoi used the earth element to glamour the uniforms so the mortal world wouldn’t suspect we were some paramilitary organization. To a mortal, the uniform looked like plain old jeans and a shirt, but to a half-blood, it was a sign of the highest position a half-blood could obtain.

  Only the best wore this uniform.

  There was a good chance this was the first and the last time I’d ever wear it. If I made it back… I’d probably be expel ed. If I didn’t make it back, wel , that was something I couldn’t think about.

  You’re going to do something stupid. My feet tripped up when I remembered what Aiden had said. Yeah. This was pretty stupid. How had he known? My heart turned over.

  Aiden always knew what I was thinking. He didn’t need a blue cord or a crazy oracle’s word to know me. He just did.

  I couldn’t think about him right now or what he’d do if he found out what I was up to. I grabbed a cap off the top shelf, twisted my hair up under it, and pul ed it down so it shadowed most of my face.

  Then I turned my attention to the weapons room—one-stop shopping for just about any deadly knife, gun, and almost anything that stabbed and decapitated. As sick as it was, I was kind of excited to be in here. I wasn’t sure what that said about me as a person, but then again, kil ing was part of being a half-blood, just like it was to a daimon.

  Neither of our kinds could escape that—only the pures could.

  I opted for two daggers. One hooked onto the side of my right thigh, and the other col apsed from six inches to two with a mere touch of a button on the handle. I put that one in my pocket along the seam of my pants. I grabbed a gun and made sure it was loaded.

  Titanium encased bul ets. Deadly stuff in here.

  With one last look at the room of death and dismemberment, I gave a little sigh and did what both Caleb and Aiden probably had feared. I left the safety of the Covenant.

  CHAPTER 18

  HOLY CRAP. MY DISGUISE WORKED.

  I stayed in the shadows for the most part, refusing to let myself think about my actions. As I crossed the first bridge, the Guards simply nodded. One even catcal ed, obviously mistaking me for someone legal.

  While I navigated the empty streets of the main island, I thought about the times I’d kil ed. I had two daimon kil s under my belt. I could do this. Mom would be no different.

  She couldn’t be any different.

  Being a young daimon, she would have speed and strength, but she’d never had any serious training. Not like the kind I’d had. I’d be faster and stronger than her. Aiden had practical y beaten into me the fact young, newly turned daimons would be concerned about one thing only: draining. At three months, she’d be considered a newbie—

  a baby daimon.

  I would just have to strike while she stil looked like a daimon, before the elemental magic settled over her and she looked like… Mom.

  The main bridge proved to be a little more difficult to cross, but thankful y, those Guards didn’t have a lot of contact with the students. None of them recognized me, but they wanted to chat. It slowed me down enough to make my confidence waver.

  Until one said, “Be safe and come back, Sentinel,” and stepped aside.

  Sentinel. It was what I’d always wanted to be upon graduation, taking the more proactive route of deali
ng with daimons instead of guarding pures or their communities.

  Once again, I stuck to the shadows as I made my away around the fishing and cruising boats. The townsfolk on Bald Head Island were used to the “intensely private”

  people from Deity Island, but there was something about us they sensed. They didn’t know what it was that made them back off at the same time they wanted to be close to us.

  Living among mortals for three years had been a truly craptastic experience for me. The teenagers had wanted to be close to me while their parents had said I was “one of those kids” they needed to stay away from. Whatever that meant.

  I wondered what those parents would think if they knew exactly what I was—an almost-trained kil ing machine. I guess they’d been right to order their offspring to steer clear.

  When I left the docks, I stuck to the sides of the buildings.

  I wasn’t sure where to go, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t have to go far. And I was right. About ten minutes into what I lovingly referred to as the normal world, I heard quick footsteps behind me. I spun around to face my would-be attacker, gun drawn and leveled.

  “Caleb?” I felt something halfway between disbelief and relief.

  He stood a few feet behind me, blue eyes wide and arms raised. He wore pajamas, a white shirt, and flip-flops. “Put your gun down!” he hissed. “Gods. You’re gonna accidental y shoot me or something.”

  I lowered the gun and grabbed his arm, dragging him into an al ey. “Caleb, what are you doing here? Are you crazy?”

  “I could ask you the same question.” He glared at me. “I was fol owing you, obviously.”

  I shook my head and shoved my gun back into the waist of my pants. I’d forgotten a holster—go figure. “You need to go back to the Covenant. Now. Dammit, Caleb! What were you thinking?”

  “What are you thinking?” He glowered as he threw the question back at me. “I knew you were going to do something incredibly stupid. That’s why I couldn’t sleep at al . I sat by my damn window and waited. Low and behold, I see your crazy ass sneaking across the quad!”

  “How in the hel did you even get past the Guards in your Mario Brothers pajamas?”

  He glanced down at them, shrugging. “I have my ways.”

  “Your ways?” I didn’t have time for this. Stepping away from him, I pointed in the direction of the bridge. “You need to get back there, where it’s safe.”

  He folded his arms across his chest stubbornly. “Not without you.”

  “Oh, for the love of the gods!” My temper snapped. “I don’t need this right now. You don’t understand.”

  “Don’t start with the ‘I don’t understand’ crap. This isn’t about understanding anything! This is about you getting yourself kil ed! This is suicide, Alex. This isn’t brave. It isn’t smart. This isn’t about duty or some misguided guilt you—”

  His eyes widened again as something landed a couple of feet behind me. I whirled around, and at the same time, Caleb grabbed the dagger from my pants as I pul ed the gun.

  It was her.

  She stood there, in the center of the al ey. It was her…

  except it wasn’t. It had her long, dark hair that fel in soft waves, framing her pale, ghastly white face—those high cheekbones and familiar lips. But darkness existed where her eyes should have been. Inky veins covered her cheeks, and if she smiled, there’d be a row of nasty, sharp teeth in her mouth.

  It was my mother… as a daimon.

  The shock of seeing her—seeing her beautiful, loving face twisted into such a grotesque mask—caused my arm to waver, my finger to twitch over the trigger. It was her…

  but it wasn’t.

  I knew from where she stood, there was no way she could defend herself against a gunshot to the chest. I had the upper hand with my gun fil ed with titanium bul ets—a ful clip of them, actual y. I could light her up right here and al of this would be over.

  She hadn’t moved, not an inch.

  And now she looked like Mom. The elemental magic cloaked the daimon in her, and she stared at me with those bright, emerald-colored eyes. Her face was stil pale, but no longer riddled with thick veins. She looked like she had the night before she’d turned—smiling at me, holding my gaze with hers.

  “Lexie,” she murmured, but I heard her loud and clear. It was her voice. Just hearing it did wonderful and awful things to me.

  She was beautiful, stunning, and very much alive—

  daimon or not.

  “Alex! Do it! Do—!” Caleb cried out.

  A quick glance behind me confirmed Mom wasn’t alone.

  Another dark-haired daimon now had a hand around Caleb’s throat. He didn’t move to kil him or to tag him. He simply held him.

  “Lexie, look at me.”

  Unable to deny the sound of her voice, I turned back to her. She stood closer—close enough a bul et would leave one hel of a hole in her chest. And close enough I caught the scent of vanil a—her favorite perfume.

  My gaze flickered over her face, each line of it familiar and beautiful to me. As I stared into her eyes, I remembered the strangest things. Memories of our summers together, the day she’d taken me to the zoo and told me my father’s name, the look on her face when she’d told me we needed to leave the Covenant, and the way she’d looked sprawled across the floor in her tiny bedroom.

  I faltered. I couldn’t catch my breath as I stared into those eyes. This was my mother— my mother! She had raised me, treated me like I was most precious thing in the world.

  And I had been her everything—her reason for living. I couldn’t move.

  Do it! She’s not your mother anymore! My arm trembled.

  Do it! Do it!

  A scream of frustration tore through me and my arm dropped to my side. Seconds, only seconds had passed and yet, it felt like an eternity. I couldn’t do it.

  Her lips curved into a smug smile. Caleb gave a yelp from behind me, and then pain exploded alongside my temple. I slipped into the sweet darkness of oblivion.

  ***

  I woke up to a splitting headache and a dry, bitter taste in the back of my mouth. It took me a few minutes to remember what’d happened. A mixture of horror and disappointment jerked me upright, on alert despite the throbbing ache radiating down the side of my face. I touched my head gingerly, feeling a knot the size of an egg.

  Woozy, I looked around the lavishly furnished room. The cedar log wal s, the large bed covered in satin sheets, the plasma television, the handcrafted furniture, al of it appeared familiar to me. It was one of the bedrooms in the cabin we used to visit, the one I’d slept in a half a dozen times. A pot of purple hibiscus flowers sat beside the bed

  —Mom’s favorite. She had a thing for purple flowers.

  Shock and dismay set in. I remembered this room. Oh, gods. This wasn’t good. Nope.

  I was in freaking Gatlinburg, Tennessee—more than five hours away from the Covenant. Five hours. Worse yet, I didn’t see Caleb. Creeping over to the door, I paused and listened. Not a sound. I glanced at the glass doors leading out to the deck, but there was no way I could leave. I had to find Caleb… if he was stil alive.

  I clamped down on that thought. He had to be alive.

  There could be no other way.

  Of course, my gun was gone and Caleb had taken my dagger. There was nothing in this room I could use as a weapon. If I started breaking stuff apart, it would draw attention, and it wasn’t like any of this stuff could be converted into a weapon. Anything that might’ve been made of titanium had been stripped away.

  I tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. I inched the door open and looked around. The sun rose outside, pushing the shadows out of the living area and kitchen. A large round table sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by six matching chairs. Two of the chairs had been pul ed back, as if they’d been occupied. Several empty beer bottles rested on the carved oak surface. Daimons drank beer? I had no clue. There were two large couches, nice ones covered in luxurious bro
wn fabric.

  Across the room, the television was on, but muted—one of those big thin-screen ones, mounted on the wal . I went to the table and picked up a beer bottle. It wouldn’t kil a daimon, but at least it was a weapon.

  A muffled scream drew my attention to one of the back rooms. If I remembered right, there were two more bedrooms, another living area, and a game room. Al of the doors were closed. I crept closer, freezing as the sound came again from the master bedroom.

  I clenched the bottle in my hand and murmured a soft prayer. I wasn’t sure what god I was praying to, but I real y hoped one of them answered. Then I kicked the door. The hinges creaked and gave way as the wood around the knob splintered. The door swung open.

  My breath caught in my throat at the nightmare unfolding before me. Caleb was pinned to the bed. A blond daimon was on him, his rough hands covering his mouth and holding him down while he tagged his arm. The sounds the daimon made as he drained Caleb’s blood to get at the aether horrified me.

  At the sound of my rage-fueled screams, the daimon lifted his head. His empty stare bored straight through me. I launched myself away from the door, bottle raised high in the air. It wouldn’t kil him, but I was going to make it hurt.

  Except it never happened.

  So caught up on what the daimon was doing to Caleb, I didn’t check the room. Stupid. But dammit, these were the kind of things I’d missed out on when I’d left the Covenant. I just knew to act and fight. Not to think.

  Someone snatched me from behind. My arm twisted back until I dropped the bottle to the floor. The two chairs pushed back from the table flashed before me. Should’ve seen this one coming. Struggling proved useless from this position, but I stil kicked out and tried to wrench my body away. It only succeeded in causing the daimon to tighten his grip until it became painful.

  “Now. Now. Daniel isn’t going to kil your friend.” The voice came from behind my ear. “Not yet.”

  Daniel smiled, flashing a row of bloodstained teeth. In a blink he stood in front of me, tilting his head to the side. The glamour took over, revealing the pure-blood characteristics.

 

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