Believe: The Complete Channie Series

by Charlotte Abel

  What’s an asshat? River kicked the knife under her bed. “Jonathan, stop.”

  “He tried to kill me.”

  “I know. What I don’t know, is why he tried to kill you.” River edged closer and rested her hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, but she spoke to Eli. “Give me your word you won’t try to hurt my recruit.”

  Eli’s glare burned right through River, but he nodded. She squeezed Jonathan’s shoulder. It felt like squeezing a rock. “Let him go.”

  Jonathan released Eli’s arm and stepped back, but maintained a defensive crouch.

  River didn’t blame him. She glared at Eli. “Why did you attack?”

  Eli rubbed his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. River knew that look. His royal highness was pissed. He shifted his gaze to Jonathan then back to her. “Your recruit is lying.”

  River’s mouth went dry. “How would you know?”

  “Because, he didn’t bomb the McKnight mine. I did.”

  Jonathan’s face paled. His eyes widened then narrowed.

  River stepped in front of Eli. Unlike Jonathan, Eli let her shield him. Coward.

  Jonathan clenched his fist. His chest heaved as he pointed at Eli. “I was there the night it happened. You nearly killed me and my ex-girlfriend!”

  “Jonathan, don’t.” River’s heart hammered in her chest. She turned to Eli. “You can’t tell anyone.”

  “Why should I stick my neck out for this liar?”

  “Because I’m the one that brought him here.”

  Eli’s expression hardened. “You know the penalty for bringing an outsider over the border.”

  “I owe him my life.” River told Eli the story of how she met Jonathan, but he didn’t seem impressed.

  “You expect me to believe that? After you’ve already lied to me?”

  “Believe what you want, but I couldn’t just leave him to die!” River gazed into Jonathan’s eyes and silently begged him to forgive her for what she was about to say then turned to Eli. “He’s only got one hand, so I told him he needed to come up with an amazing story to persuade the council to accept him.”

  Jonathan

  JONATHAN KNEW RIVER WASN’T TRYING to humiliate him. It was easy to see from the panicked expression on her face that she was in big trouble. He should have just cut Eli’s throat when he had the chance. He’d killed in Afghanistan, but that was different. This wasn’t a war zone. His life wasn’t in any immediate danger. If he killed Eli now, it would be in cold blood.

  Eli folded his arms across his chest. “Do you know what it means to be a recruit, outsider?”

  Jonathan shrugged. It didn’t really matter. He had no intention of joining their crazy cult.

  River spoke up, blurting her words out in a rush. “Most of our men have impaired fertility. About half of them are sterile.”

  “River…” Eli dragged her name out, a clear warning to keep quiet. Which, of course, she ignored.

  “Our numbers are too small to sustain the population without resorting to inbreeding.” She pulled her braid over her shoulder and slid her hands down its length.

  “Whoa.” Jonathan tore his gaze from River’s thick, shiny braid to her eyes. “Are you saying…you want me to make babies?”

  Eli laughed, but the sound was harsh, more like a bark. “Don’t get too excited, outsider. You have to pass a battery of tests before you’d be allowed to service a servant.”

  Servicing servants? Jonathan immediately pictured Mom’s forty-something housekeeper and shuddered. He didn’t care if they offered him a room full of beautiful, young virgins. No way would he join that group of freaks. Didn’t cults use sex as a lure for recruits? Yeah, nice try, but not falling for it. He needed to figure out how to stall long enough to come up with an escape plan. “What kind of tests?”

  “Your first test is to see if you’re strong enough to survive a complete cleanse.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Eli put the kettle back on the stove then opened a cabinet stacked floor to ceiling with glass jars. He pulled one out and grinned. “We’ll start with a purge.”

  Jonathan didn’t trust Eli not to poison him. He’d already tried to kill him. “No way.”

  “When you agreed to be River’s recruit, you promised to obey all the doctrines, precepts and covenants of New Eden.”

  New Eden? Jonathan’s suspicions were correct. It was definitely a cult. If he didn’t go along with it, River would be in trouble. If he drank the kool-aid, he could wind up dead. “I want River to prepare it.”

  “I don’t know how.” River’s eyes widened as she shook her head; but then a slow smile spread across her face. “Make enough for two people, Eli. You’re doing the cleanse with Jonathan.”

  Eli narrowed his eyes. “There’s no reason for me to do a full cleanse.”

  “Where have you been for the past two weeks? Red Cliff?”

  Eli slammed the jar of herbs onto the table. “What do you know about Red Cliff?”

  “I know it’s where you go to indulge in forbidden pleasures.” River slid her hand into her fur-lined glove then snatched a Snicker’s candy bar wrapper out of Eli’s pocket.

  A crimson flush spread across Eli’s cheeks as he tried to grab it away from her.

  River dodged his grasp and shoved the wrapper between her vest and her shirt. “I wonder what Reuben will say when I show him this?”

  If Eli was going to get the wrapper back, he’d have to feel her up. He fisted his hands and glared at her. “That’s not mine.”

  “Now, who’s the liar?” River’s smile turned deadly. “You need to purge the foreign food from your system before it poisons you.”

  Jonathan was glad he wasn’t the one pissing her off.

  Eli ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe an extreme cleanse isn’t necessary. He’s been here for over twenty-four hours with no symptoms of illness, correct?”

  Jonathan wanted to bury his fist in Eli’s nose. “It’s strange how that part just slipped your mind when I was the only one purging, huh buddy?”

  “Watch your tone with me, outsider. You have no idea who I am.”

  “Sure I do. You’re the guy that can’t hold onto his own knife.” Jonathan kept Eli in his peripheral vision as he spoke to River. “I still don’t trust him. He could slip something extra into my dose.”

  River smiled. “Once he’s brewed the emetic, Eli isn’t touching it. I’ll pour and serve each dose.”

  It wasn’t ideal, but Jonathan trusted River. “How long is this going to take?”

  Eli wiped the back of his hand over his brow. “Eight hours, but it’ll feel like two weeks.”

  After two hours of projectile vomiting into a bucket, Jonathan was too weak to sit up. He dry heaved for another hour before he could swallow the snow River kept trying to spoon down his throat. It took another three hours before he managed to keep any of it down. By then he would have welcomed death. His only consolation was that Eli was every bit as sick as he was.

  When it was finally over, River brought Jonathan a cup of chamomile tea. She supported his head and shoulders as he sipped the comforting brew. She leaned in close. Her breath tickled his neck as she whispered, “Thank you for going along with this.”

  Jonathan nodded then closed his eyes. When he opened them again, sunlight streamed in through the single window by the door. He sat up and shielded his eyes. Eli was dressed and seated at the small table in front of the stove. There was no sign of River.

  Jonathan crawled out of bed and checked the upper bunks. The middle one was unmade, but empty. “Where’s River?”

  “Hunting.”

  Jonathan jammed his feet into his boots then headed towards the door without tying them. He grabbed his coat off the peg on the wall and pulled his glove out of the pocket.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Eli took a sip from his steaming cup.

  “To help her.”

  “How? By scaring off the game?”

  Whatever was in Eli’s cup
smelled so good it made Jonathan’s mouth water. “Is that soup?”

  Eli stared at Jonathan over the rim of his cup as he drained it. He smacked his lips then nodded at the other cup on the table. “That one’s for you.”

  The aroma kicked Jonathan’s salivary glands into overdrive, but there was no way he was going to drink anything Eli offered. “No, thanks.”

  “What’s the matter, outsider? Is your palate too sensitive for venison broth?”

  “I’m not hungry.” Jonathan’s stomach growled in denial, but for all he knew, the broth could be full of rat poison.

  Eli grinned and picked up the cup. “Well, if you don’t want it…” He took a sip then sighed with obvious pleasure as he set the cup back on the table. “I’ve been awake for hours. If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”

  He had a point.

  Jonathan tossed his coat onto the bed then fetched the cup off the table. He took a sip and rolled it around on his tongue then chugged the rest of it. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Why do you keep calling me an outsider? I was born and raised in Leadville.”

  “You have no idea how far away that is.”

  The trailhead where Jonathan had parked his car was at least sixty miles from his destroyed campsite. He’d hiked another fifteen looking for shelter before he ran into the mountain lion. He’d been so disoriented with hypothermia he had no idea how far he and River had hiked—or in what direction. “It’s not more than a hundred miles...is it?”

  “Why? Are you thinking about running away?” Eli’s eyes flashed a brighter shade of blue. “You better be sure you can succeed before you try, because if you leave during my watch, I’ll hunt you down and carve you into bite-sized pieces and feed you to the crows. Do you understand?”

  Jonathan nodded. He understood alright. If he escaped while River was gone, Eli would be in trouble, not her. He didn’t want anyone to be brutally punished, not even Eli, but Jonathan wasn’t the one that made up the rules. He wasn’t the one threatening to feed people to the birds either.

  “Why do you hate me so much? You don’t even know me.”

  Eli leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Because recruits are a pain in the ass and I have enough to worry about without taking on more responsibilities.”

  “I’m River’s recruit, so I’m her responsibility, not yours.”

  “River’s problems become my problems the instant she becomes my mate.”

  Jonathan’s mouth fell open. He snapped it shut then leaned against the wall, trying to look as if Eli’s announcement hadn’t just knocked the wind out of him. “You’re engaged?”

  “Betrothed.”

  Why did that bother him so much? And why hadn’t River mentioned she was betrothed when she was quizzing Jonathan about his relationship status. He’d assumed her silence on the subject meant she was single. Actually, he’d assumed it meant she was interested in him. Yeah, right. Sure, he and River had shared a couple of tender moments. She’d taken better care of him during the purge than she had Eli, but that didn’t mean anything. Eli’s whining was so annoying it would have driven off his own mother.

  “When will River be back?” Jonathan sighed then cracked his neck, as if he were bored.

  “Not until dark. She loves hunting.”

  Perfect. “If she gets a deer, how’s she going to get it back here? Did she borrow your horse?”

  “I doubt she’ll bag a deer in one day, but if she does, she’ll field dress it and bring back the best cuts, leaving the rest for the wolves.”

  Fantastic. “Until I saw that black wolf in my family’s mine, I had no idea there were wolves in Colorado.” Jonathan stretched and yawned and moved a little closer to Eli.

  Eli narrowed his eyes. “Knocking a wolf out with a rock was nothing but pure, dumb luck. So was disarming me.”

  Jonathan reached forward as if he were going to set his cup on the table then slammed his elbow into Eli’s temple.

  Eli’s eyes rolled up into his head.

  “How’s that for pure, dumb luck?” Jonathan propped him back up then unlaced Eli’s boots and used the rawhide laces to bind his hands and feet to the chair.

  It took him a lot longer to do it with one hand, but at least he got it done. Eli wasn’t going anywhere until River came back and untied him. By then, Jonathan would be long gone.

  He put his coat on, fastened the toggles and slipped his hand into his glove. River had taken care of Eli’s horse during their purge so he had no problem finding the barn. He just followed her tracks.

  Jonathan hadn’t been on a horse in years, but knew how to ride. He and Franklin spent every summer between their sixth and fourteenth birthdays on Granddad McKnight’s horse ranch...until mixed martial arts took over their lives.

  Jonathan’s confidence plummeted when he didn’t find a saddle in the barn. He didn’t find a bridle either, just a hackamore. This was going to be more challenging than he thought. But there was no going back. Not after knocking Eli out and tying him up.

  At least the horse looked friendly.

  Jonathan had heard Eli and River refer to the gelding as Old Red, so he called him by name then walked up to him and let him sniff his face. Jonathan was in a hurry, but a little time spent getting acquainted could be the difference between getting away, or getting thrown.

  It was hard to determine the horse’s breed. He stood about fifteen hands and had the muscular body of a quarter horse; but with a curly coat and a dread-locked mane. Jonathan had never seen a horse quite like this one.

  Red twitched his ears forward and blew steam out his nose. He didn’t object when Jonathan slipped the hackamore on, or ran his hand over his back.

  “I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

  Jonathan wrapped his hand in the horse’s mane and tried to swing onto his back.

  Red laid his ears flat against his neck and shied sideways.

  “Oh come on!” Granddad McKnight had taught Jonathan to approach a horse from his “near” or left side and to always mount from that side as well. He didn’t know why it was such a big deal, but some horses refused to let a rider mount from the right. Apparently, Red was one of those horses.

  But no saddle meant no stirrups and no left hand meant he couldn’t grab onto Red’s mane. He tried to mount from the right a few more times, but Red got even more agitated.

  Jonathan moved to the left side and tried to vault on, using his stump for leverage, but Red didn’t like that either. He bucked and kicked for a good five seconds. Jonathan was lucky he didn’t get trampled.

  He led Red outside so he could walk him around and settle him down before trying again.

  A fallen tree behind the barn gave Jonathan an idea. He used it like a stepping stool and climbed on from the left. Red barely twitched—until Jonathan leaned forward and gently pressed the heels of his boots against Red’s sides.

  Years of gymnastics and martial arts training was the only reason Jonathan didn’t fall off. His summers in Montana hadn’t prepared him for riding bareback.

  The first sixty seconds were sheer terror. But when Jonathan quit trying to anticipate the rhythm of Old Red’s gait and just let his body react naturally, it was much easier. Once the cabin was out of sight, he headed northeast. He let Red pick his own pace, which turned out to be a smooth, brisk, mile-eating walk.

  Jonathan had no idea how to get home, but he’d started out in the Sawatch Mountain Wilderness. If he kept traveling northeast, he’d eventually hit Highway 24.

  He’d gone about five miles when a high-pitched whistle shattered the morning silence. Jonathan froze. Red stopped and turned his head towards the sound. Another whistle, long and low, had Red trotting towards the forest. Jonathan tried to turn him the other way, but Red refused to cooperate.

  River stepped out of the shadows. She held her bow by her side, an arrow already on the string. “What are you doing on Eli’s horse?”

&n
bsp; “I borrowed it.”

  “Is Eli okay?” Concern wrinkled her brow.

  A flash of irrational jealousy loosened Jonathan’s tongue. “Your betrothed will wake up with a headache and a very bad attitude, but he’s fine.”

  In less time than it took to blink, River had her bow up, the string pulled back against the side of her face and an arrow pointed at Jonathan’s pounding heart. He’d expected her to be pissed, but he hadn’t expected her to shoot him.

  She glared at him. “Are you trying to leave?”

  Jonathan wanted to dig his heels into Red and make a run for it…but those stories about ninjas dodging arrows were highly exaggerated. “I got tired of listening to your betrothed’s empty threats and decided it was time to go home.”

  River slackened the string, but kept the arrow pointed at Jonathan’s heart. “I’m not betrothed.”

  Jonathan shrugged, faking a disinterested attitude. “It sounds like you and Eli need to discuss the status of your relationship.”

  River lowered her bow and walked towards Jonathan. She grabbed Red’s reins. “I ran into a patrol about two hours ago. If they see you out here, alone, on Eli’s horse, they’ll know you’re trying to escape and shoot you on sight.”

  “I’ll take my chances.”

  River’s eyes glistened. “I risked my life to save yours.”

  “And I fought a mountain lion to save yours. We’re even.”

  “Did you forget? If you get caught; I’ll be punished.”

  “Why do you think I waited until you left for the day? I escaped on Eli’s watch so it wouldn’t be your fault.”

  “You’re my recruit. Everything you do is my fault! If you lose something, I have to replace it. If you break something, I have to fix it. If you commit a crime, I have to share your punishment.”

  “How are they going to know I’m your recruit? I’m on Eli’s horse.”

  “I told the men on patrol that I had a new recruit. Besides, I would never let someone else take my punishment.”

  Jonathan couldn’t help but admire her ethics. “What’s the punishment for escaping?”

  “Death.”

  A cold stone of dread settled in Jonathan’s stomach. “How long will you be responsible for my actions?”