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by Aubrie Dionne


  He shook his head, giv­ing her a wicked smile. “I’d rather die.”

  “I can make that hap­pen.” Mars stood up, flex­ing her arms.

  “That’s enough.” Ri­ley dropped from the branch with a splash, walked over, and took the piece of cloth from Eri’s fin­gers. “I’ll stop this rot­ten hole back up.”

  Eri sloshed back to her spot on the mushy log. No one had ever spoken to her that way on the Her­it­age. She didn’t know how to take it. Part of her pit­ied him, but she couldn’t help but feel an­noyed and vi­ol­ated, too. What cir­cum­stances had made him so mean-spir­ited? Or had he been born with a chip on his shoulder?

  Some­thing must be good about him, or Striver wouldn’t work so hard to have him back.

  Wear­i­ness weighed her down, and she lay on the log, us­ing a tuft of moss as a pil­low. Patches of stars shone through the jungle can­opy. The Her­it­age hovered above them like a bloated eye watch­ing her every move. Eri covered her eyes with her arm, block­ing the ship. There was one place Com­mander Grier could never go: in­side her mind, in­side her heart.

  …

  Wa­ter splashed on her face, wak­ing her up. Dawn light shone through the can­opy like a prom­ise of bet­ter days to come.

  “Striver’s back.” Ri­ley jumped over her as she lay on the log.

  Eri yanked her­self up, feel­ing her heart gush. Striver’s back. He’s okay. She wanted to see him so badly it hurt.

  Striver sloshed into camp, his breath heav­ing like he’d sprin­ted the whole way back.

  “Get up.” He spoke through gasps of breath. “They’re in the jungle look­ing for us.”

  Mars leapt up and helped Litus stand. “Which way?”

  Striver waved his hand in a semi­circle. “They’re comb­ing the en­tire swamp with sev­eral groups.”

  Ri­ley stud­ied Mars and Litus. “Looks like you guys are more im­port­ant than you think—”

  “That, or Weaver is,” Eri in­ter­rup­ted. “We have stolen a mem­ber of their tribe.”

  “Leave him. You can’t keep up car­ry­ing him through the swamp.” Mars soun­ded more like a com­mander or­der­ing her troops than a res­cued pris­oner.

  “He’ll die in the jungle tied up like this.” Striver’s face creased with worry. Eri didn’t know how he’d handle this, but Mars was right. Weaver slowed their es­cape, and today it could mean life or death.

  “Cut his ties and let him run back,” Litus sug­ges­ted.

  “No.” Ri­ley’s voice was hard. “He’ll give up our loc­a­tion.” Ri­ley put his face right next to Striver’s. “How far back are they?”

  Striver ran his hand through his hair, pulling un­til his scalp turned white. “Eight hun­dred meters at most. We don’t have much time.”

  Panic rose up from Eri’s stom­ach into her throat. She didn’t want them to force Striver to leave his brother be­hind, but she also didn’t want those Law­less people to get ahold of them. “What are we go­ing to do?”

  “I’m think­ing.” Striver put up both hands to stall them.

  “We don’t have time for think­ing.” Ri­ley hef­ted his back­pack. “I’m leav­ing. Any­one who wants to stay with Striver and his traitor brother, stay by all means.”

  A mel­an­choly caw echoed over them, re­mind­ing Eri of the Yel­low­stone Park videos with the bald eagles back on the Her­it­age. She glanced up through the can­opy. A gi­gantic bird swooped in a circle be­fore spiral­ing down to their po­s­i­tion.

  No, not a bird. A Guard­ian.

  Eri stared as leaves rained around them. The Guard­ian broke through the tree­tops and landed on a branch just above their heads. His long wings fol­ded be­hind his back as his clawed feet wrapped around the branch.

  Mars ducked. “What in cy­ber­space?”

  Litus stood by Eri, whis­per­ing un­der his breath, “Holy mother of black holes.”

  “I’ll handle this.” Striver waved them back. The last of the leaves trickled down, float­ing in the swamp wa­ters as Striver walked un­der­neath the branch. “Phoenix, what are you do­ing here?”

  “Al­low me to take Weaver back to the vil­lage. My ser­vices will en­able your es­cape.”

  “I thought you said you can’t help us.”

  His blank eyes re­flec­ted the jungle around them. “I can’t aid you in any act that would in­duce a war. How­ever, Weaver’s an­other story. I am al­lowed to pluck Law­less from their posts if they in­ter­fere with our ob­ject­ives.”

  “Thank good­ness.” Striver bowed so low his chin touched the wa­ter. “Please take him back to the vil­lage. I’m etern­ally grate­ful.”

  Phoenix glided to Weaver and lif­ted him like a baby in his winged arms. He scanned the group, his gaze rest­ing on Eri just a little longer than the rest, mak­ing the hair on her arms stand up. “Good luck to all of you.”

  Be­fore any­one could speak, his legs bent and he leapt into the trees, spread­ing his wings. They pulsed once, the sound like the fold­ing of a gi­ant quilt, be­fore he plunged through the can­opy and the leaves rained again.

  Mars turned to Striver. “Do you mind telling me what in the hell that thing is?”

  “There’s no time now.” Striver pinned Weaver’s make­shift stretcher un­der a log in the wa­ter. He waded through their camp, hand­ing Eri her back­pack from the end of the log. “We must run.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Odd One Out

  The jungle blurred around Eri as she hurtled through the swamp, toss­ing away an end­less slew of leaves and vines as they whipped in her face. Her wa­ter­logged boots and pants slowed her down, mak­ing each step awk­ward. All she’d ever dream about from now on was murky wa­ter and muck.

  Ri­ley and Striver scouted ahead, lead­ing them through the densest patches of jungle to mask their es­cape. Litus dragged in the back, slow­ing so much the last time Eri looked over her shoulder that he wasn’t there at all.

  “Litus!” Eri shouted, not caring if the Law­less heard her. The jungle hung si­lent and still be­hind her. Even the waves from her own slosh­ing foot­prints had dis­persed.

  “Litus!”

  “I’m here.” His voice soun­ded so weak, it squeezed her heart.

  Pant­ing to catch her breath, she pushed through the thick ferns un­til she saw him, stooped over like he’d just thrown up.

  “Don’t stop for me. I’ll make it just fine.” Litus wiped his face and waved her back. Sweat dripped from his fore­head, and his cheeks paled whiter than the hull of the Her­it­age.

  “You’re sick. I can see it.” Eri put her arm around his waist. “Let me help.”

  He slumped down against her, al­low­ing her to take some of his weight, and her knees al­most buckled un­der the pres­sure. Eri winced and grit­ted her teeth, stand­ing straight.

  Jeez, he’s heav­ier than he looks.

  “Come on, Litus, the oth­ers are just ahead.”

  Eri stumbled through deeper wa­ters, thick vines wrap­ping around her boots. They couldn’t have gone this way. A long, slither­ing worm that looked like some mon­ster’s tongue slid un­der­neath the sur­face and she kicked it away.

  Litus coughed be­side her. “Don’t take time for me. I’m fine.”

  She didn’t have the heart to tell Litus she’d lost her way. “Just give me a mo­ment to get my bear­ings.”

  Litus put up his fin­ger, the tip shak­ing in the wind. “Wait. I hear voices.”

  Voices from our party or voices from the Law­less?

  Eri forced her­self to calm down enough to strain her ears and listen. A wo­man’s deep voice cut through the ming­ling of men’s whis­pers. “Enough talk. We have to de­cide.”

  “It’s Mars.” Eri never thought she’d be so happy to hear her voice.

  They pushed through the ferns into a clear­ing sur­roun­ded by a circle of gi­ant trees so tall and thick noth­ing could grow in their shad­ows. Mars, Ri�
�ley, and Striver stood in the cen­ter of the man­groves, ar­guing softly.

  Eri helped Litus to a rock and joined the semi­circle. “Why are we stopped?”

  “They’re gain­ing on us.” Striver shook his head. He whispered near her ear, “With Litus in that con­di­tion, there’s no way we’ll lose them.”

  “So we’re just go­ing to give up?” Eri threw her arms in the air. “We have to keep go­ing.”

  Ri­ley’s hand tightened on the strap of his ar­row bag slung across his chest. “It’s not that simple. They have teams cris­scross­ing. We’ll run right into one of them if we’re not care­ful.”

  “Then we split up.” Mars put her hands on her hips. “At least some of us will get away.”

  Fear bubbled up Eri’s legs un­til they shook. They had to stay to­gether. She’d risked everything to save her team, and she wasn’t about to sur­render any­one to the Law­less again.

  Think. She peered around the man­grove. Could they climb the trees? Litus leaned against the rock, barely hold­ing him­self up. Even if the oth­ers could make it far enough into the branches to hide, there was no way any of them could haul Litus up there.

  Hoots rang out as the Law­less closed in, re­mind­ing Eri of a pack of lions from the nature videos she watched of Old Earth. They were the pred­at­ors and she was the prey.

  “Scat­ter!” Mars whispered. “I’ll run to­ward them and cre­ate a di­ver­sion—”

  “No.” Eri’s voice rang out, loud and low like a com­mand. She tugged her laser from the hol­ster and in­put the code. The gun buzzed with en­ergy, re­as­sur­ing her.

  Striver turned to­ward her, des­per­a­tion stretched in his fea­tures. “I’ll go. The rest of you run to­ward the vil­lage.”

  Over my dead body. “Enough talk of leav­ing someone or split­ting up. We’re all in this to­gether, and we’re all go­ing to stay be­hind.”

  Every­one turned to Eri, star­ing at her like she’d gone in­sane. Ig­nor­ing them, Eri aimed at the largest tree and fired, blow­ing a hole in one of the twis­ted roots that poked up through the muck. Bark scattered, fling­ing against her chest and plop­ping into the swamp wa­ter at her feet. Smoke cleared to re­veal a hol­low un­der­side. Even if the law­less were close enough to hear the gun­shots, they’d think Eri and the oth­ers were try­ing to hold them off, not cre­ate a hid­ing place.

  “Get some moss and drape it over the hole,” Eri ordered the group. “We’ll hide.”

  “That tree isn’t big enough for four people.” Ri­ley stood his ground while the oth­ers ran to pull moss from the branches.

  “I know.” Eri turned to an­other tree and fired again. When the smoke cleared, she gave Ri­ley a smug smile. “Two in one, three in the other.”

  “Well done, Eri!” Striver cheered from be­hind her, his hands full of moss.

  Ri­ley glanced at the hole with a wary eye. “Striver and I should split up in case your idea doesn’t work.” He scanned the forest sur­round­ing them as if the Law­less would pour out any time.

  “It’ll work.” Striver pulled a veil of moss across the hole. “But Ri­ley’s right. If they find one of us, the oth­ers should make a run for it, and only the two of us know our way back to the vil­lage.”

  Ri­ley poin­ted to Eri. “I’m not shar­ing a tree with her.”

  Striver rolled his eyes. “I’ll go with Eri. Ri­ley, you go with Mars and Litus.”

  “Fine.” Ri­ley gave him a strange look. “Don’t get too cozy.” He jogged over and helped Mars carry Litus to the other tree.

  Striver turned to Eri. “Looks like you’re go­ing with me.”

  They sloshed un­der­neath the root sys­tem, duck­ing through the hole Eri had made with her laser. Cold wa­ter soaked her clothes as she dragged her pack be­hind her. Try­ing not to think of all the slimy swamp creatures she couldn’t see, Eri took a deep breath and sealed her lips shut. She sub­merged her­self nose-deep in swamp wa­ter to clear the branch. Striver fol­lowed her. He reached up and pulled the moss down across the hole. Eri thought it would cover them com­pletely, but the strands bunched up, leav­ing slender cracks where sun­light trickled through. Striver waved her back from the veil of moss.

  “Don’t worry; they won’t see us,” he whispered and gave her a thumbs-up. “Good idea.”

  We’ll see about that. She wiped swamp muck off her mouth as splash­ing came from the other end of the clear­ing. Eri peered through the crack, hop­ing the oth­ers had con­cealed them­selves in time.

  “Damn tech­no­hoarders. Why do they have to lead us through this swamp mess?” One of the men kicked the wa­ter and droplets splashed across the clear­ing on the tree where the oth­ers hid.

  “Just to ag­grav­ate you, Stray, be­cause the whole world re­volves around you.” An­other man turned in their dir­ec­tion and Eri backed away from the moss un­til the bark of the tree roots pressed into her back.

  “Shut up and keep look­ing.” A taller man sauntered into the clear­ing and stood in the middle. His broad fore­head was cut in half by a white scar and a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken a num­ber of times. His mud-caked hair stuck up at all angles.

  “That’s him.” Striver whispered so softly Eri wondered if he’d ac­tu­ally spoken.

  “Who?”

  “Their leader, Jolt.”

  She inched for­ward enough to get a clear look. Some­thing glimmered sil­ver in his sun-tanned hands. “He’s got one of our laser guns.”

  Be­hind the man, a piece of muddy cam­ou­flaged fab­ric glistened on the rock face. Eri put her hand to her mouth and squeezed.

  “What’s the mat­ter?” Striver whispered.

  Her heart sped up. “Litus left his coat on the rock.”

  “Cy­ber­hell.” Striver clenched his fist. “And he’s sup­posed to be your leader.”

  “It’s not his fault.” Eri’s nails dug into the skin of her palm as she clenched her fists. “He’s sick.”

  “Right.” Striver soun­ded more than an­noyed and Eri wondered what his per­sonal ven­detta was against Litus.

  “Maybe they won’t see it.”

  “Let’s hope.”

  The wa­ter rippled be­side her, and she felt a slimy fish brush her arm. Eri slapped her hand over her mouth to stop from scream­ing. Hadn’t Striver men­tioned some­thing about fish with teeth?

  Jolt scanned the circle of trees and leaned against the rock, cen­ti­meters away from Litus’s coat. He sipped from his wa­ter bag, the ex­cess drib­bling down his cheeks. Al­though the scar in­tim­id­ated Eri, the dead­ness in his eyes, dark as the cen­ters of two black holes, dis­turbed her the most. He looked like someone who could shoot a laser right through a man’s head and feel no re­morse. She did not want such a vil­lain de­cid­ing her fate.

  And they won­der why we have rules…

  A young man sloshed through camp, his breath heav­ing. “The trail goes dead here, boss.”

  “Non­sense. They can’t just dis­ap­pear. You’re not look­ing hard enough.” He raised the laser, but Eri no­ticed he hadn’t in­put the code. The gun was dead weight in his hands.

  The young man backed up all the same, fall­ing onto his butt in the swamp muck. “I’ll try harder, sir.”

  Jolt jiggled the end in the air. “You’d bet­ter.”

  One of the other men came up be­side Jolt as the younger man scur­ried back into the jungle. “Why do we need them that badly any­way, boss? We have all their guns.”

  “It’s that traitor kid.” Jolt’s voice dropped so low, Eri had to lean her ear against the moss to hear him.

  “What about him, sir?”

  “He figured out the code to un­lock these fancy guns. If he dies, the code dies with him.”

  Eri’s heart jumped in her throat. Weaver was more im­port­ant than she thought. Good thing they hadn’t left him be­hind.

  “What makes you think they didn’t kill him on the s
pot?”

  “These law abid­ing tech­no­haters, they have soft hearts. Too soft for their own good.”

  Striver’s face fell, his gaze trav­el­ing to the wa­ter at his feet. Eri put a hand on his arm. She crouched next to him and whispered in his ear. “You’re do­ing the right thing.”

  “What the…” Jolt trailed off.

  “What is it, boss?”

  Eri’s at­ten­tion shot back to the scene out­side the tree. Her chest tightened and she held her breath.

  Jolt threw the cam­ou­flaged fab­ric into the muck. “It’s one of those in­vader’s coats.”

  “They were here.” The other man scanned the circle of trees. Striver wrapped his fin­gers around her palm and squeezed.

  “Get up!” Jolt ordered the men. “Spread out in all dir­ec­tions. We must be close.”

  They waded through the wa­ter, and the ripples from their foot­steps traveled right to Eri’s thighs. She bent down, huddled against Striver, and froze. The only thing mov­ing was her ra­cing heart.

  As the Law­less left the man­grove, Eri re­leased her breath. “Why’s Jolt so mean?” No man on the Her­it­age com­pared to his ruth­less­ness.

  “There’re a lot of ru­mors.” Striver shrugged. “People say he was born with such an ugly face, his mother left him in the Law­less lands to fend for him­self. Oth­ers say he killed both his par­ents.”

  A shiver crept across Eri’s shoulders and she checked her back to make sure there weren’t any spi­derm­ites nest­ing in the tree. “What about his scar?”

  “I’ve heard sev­eral stor­ies. The most be­liev­able, in my opin­ion, is that he got it in a fight for leader of the tribe.”

  “So the Law­less do have a so­cial struc­ture?”

  “Not really.” Striver stuck a stick in the wa­ter and twirled it around, mak­ing little waves that touched her legs. “Un­less you call gangs vil­lages.”

  “So how’s he in charge?”

  “He has the most fol­low­ers, people who are too afraid to go against him and oth­ers who want to steal his power for them­selves.”

  Eri shook her head. “Sounds like a nasty way to live.”

 

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