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       Fated 02: Severed, p.1

           Sarah Alderson
 
Fated 02: Severed


  SARAH ALDERSON

  SEVERED

  For John

  First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Alula Press

  Copyright © 2012 Sarah Alderson

  This book is copyright under the Berne Convention.

  No reproduction without permission.

  All rights reserved.

  The right of Sarah Alderson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

  www.sarahalderson.com

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Also by Sarah Alderson

  FATED

  HUNTING LILA

  LOSING LILA

  And in early 2013 …

  The third book in the Fated series, SHADOWED.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Shadowed: Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  World is crazier and more of it than we think.

  Louis MacNeice

  Chapter 1

  The headlights of the car punctured the black blanket sky, illuminating rolling countryside which ceded eventually to the sprawl of suburbs and then finally to the brutal glare of the city. But Evie barely noticed. She didn’t even ask Lucas where they were going. As she clenched and unclenched her hands, which were still sticky with blood, all she could think about was what had happened back in Riverview. And about the dead they’d left behind.

  She stared down at her bare feet, which were laced with dirt and mud and the stomach-churning remains of scorched Thirster flesh, and her teeth began chattering so loudly that Lucas reached over and cranked up the heat in the car to full.

  Evie snuck a surreptitious sideways glance at him as he drove, his arms taut as they gripped the wheel. In the dim light from the dash he looked more unhuman than human. His eyes had a wolf-like intensity to them and his skin seemed to gleam and merge with the shadows. He was half human, half Shadow Warrior - able to pass in both worlds. But it was so damn obvious that he had unhuman blood in him that she couldn’t believe she’d never noticed it before. What kind of a Hunter was she? Even the way her body reacted when he was around – her heart thrumming in her chest like it was an animal trying to burrow its way free, her breathing running tight and fast - should have alerted her. Her brain and her body had been trying to warn her all along that Lucas was the enemy. But her heart had told her something else entirely, so she’d willfully ignored all the signs and shut out the sound of her instincts screaming.

  Other than for the times his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, Lucas hadn’t once lifted his gaze away from the road since they’d got in the car. He hadn’t said a word either. He was too focused on driving with his foot to the floor, as though they had an army of Thirsters and Mixen demons on their heels – which quite possibly they did but Evie didn’t want to contemplate that. She couldn’t. Not right now.

  She sunk back into the cool leather of her seat and instead thought back to what Lucas had told her just a few hours ago in Victor’s boutique. He’d broken his oath to the Brotherhood for her. She knew the penalty for that was death, as did he. But he’d done it anyway, and all because he claimed to love her. Did he? Evie felt her heart stutter. He was here wasn’t he? He’d risked everything for her. He’d stood by her side as they’d fought off both Hunters and unhumans to escape Riverview. And, what was more, he believed that she was the one who was going to end the war that had raged for over a thousand years between unhumans and Hunters. Evie closed her eyes. Did she believe it too?

  ‘We’re here.’

  Her eyes snapped open. Lucas had parked up on a dark street. Evie looked out of the window. Where had Lucas brought her? She knew they were somewhere in Los Angeles and, judging from the scruffy state of the apartment block he’d parked in front of, they weren’t in the Beverly Hills part, but that was all she knew. She was about to ask him what they were doing there but he had already got out of the car. She watched him as he walked around to her side. He looked as if he’d been in a fight. Several fights actually. To the death. Which would be accurate. His dark hair was matted and sticking together in clumps. His shirt was ripped and streaked with blood – a red bloom just over his heart marked the spot where her own knife had pierced the skin. She shuddered at the memory of the tip scraping the bone and of what she’d almost done.

  He opened her door and she climbed out, her muscles cramping then yelling in protest.

  ‘Where are we?’ she asked, taking in the deserted street. It was still dark outside. Dawn hadn’t even begun to lighten the sky.

  Lucas didn’t answer her. He just took a deep breath, grimaced, and strode towards the entrance of the apartment block, looking over his shoulder once to check that Evie was following.

  ‘Whatever you do,’ Lucas said, shooting Evie a warning glance as he buzzed entry and then led her inside and towards a stairwell, ‘don’t tell them who you are – or what you are. They don’t need to know.’

  Evie’s heart slammed to a standstill. She stared at Lucas, dazed. She had no intention of declaring to a total stranger that she was a half-trained Hunter with zero powers and a debilitating inability to actually slay any demons. And she had even less intention of announcing herself messiah-like as the White Light come to sever the realms. But who the hell were they?

  She wished now that she’d asked him about his plan back when they were leaving Riverview. But they’d been in kind of a hurry.

  Lucas was now leading her down a dingily lit corridor that smelt of cigarettes and burger grease. He stopped in front of a door with flaking paint.

  ‘Evie? Are you alright?’

  She blinked, realising that she had come to a standstill in the middle of the corridor, her stomach in knots. She walked slightly unsteadily over to Lucas who was staring at her, his grey eyes dark and troubled. Stress was etched across his face, which was still so pale it made her stomach wrench, remembering.

  ‘Are you alright?’ he asked again, more softly.

  She nodded in response. But it was a lie and he knew it.

  Lucas pressed his lips together, still staring at her with that worried look on his face. His hand hovered for an instant by her cheek and her
breath caught. He hadn’t touched her since she’d taken his hand and dragged him out of the alley, past Jocelyn, past Risper’s crumpled remains and past the scorched and oozing patches of earth where two dead unhumans had lain.

  She leant in towards him, suddenly needing to feel connected to him, to get some kind of reassurance that he was still here, that he was real and wasn’t about to disappear or dissolve into the shadows. But just as she moved towards him his hand dropped to his side and he turned quickly away from her and slouched against the wall.

  Was he having second thoughts? Was that it? After everything that had happened was he realising that protecting her was a losing battle? He’d almost died trying – was he finally starting to see sense? She wouldn’t exactly blame him.

  She stared at him, frozen with uncertainty, anxiety seeping through her, but before she could say anything or do anything, the door in front of them flew open. Evie turned her head. A girl was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. She was in her early twenties, Evie estimated – tall, slender but athletic looking. Also angry looking. The scowl on her face was enough to make Evie take a quick step backwards and start scanning the hallway for the exits.

  She wondered if Lucas had got the wrong address. But when she glanced over at him she saw that he was smiling at the girl, almost roguishly, his head tipped to one side, looking up at her through lowered lashes. Evie frowned, confused by the smile and the casual but charming pose he was striking, before realising that he was trying to hide his bloodstained clothing and the fang marks on his neck.

  ‘Hi Flic,’ Lucas said in a drawl which made Evie wonder even more at how the two of them knew each other. He tilted his head in Evie’s direction, ‘This is …’

  ‘I know who she is,’ the girl snapped back.

  Lucas’s smile vanished instantly and a shadow flitted across his face. Then just like that, without appearing to have even moved, he was standing up straight, filling the doorway, every trace of charm gone.

  The girl visibly flinched, the scowl dropping away and her eyes growing wide as she took in Lucas’s ripped and bloodied shirt and his dark scowl. But then she tossed her hair over one shoulder and narrowed her eyes once more in a death glare.

  ‘Can we come inside?’ Lucas asked, ignoring her expression. His voice was so low it could easily have been mistaken for a threat.

  Evie glanced up the corridor once more, wondering whether this was such a good idea. This girl knew who she was. And if she knew that, how could they be safe here?

  The girl didn’t move out of the way, she just continued to glower at Lucas.

  Evie thought about reaching out and taking Lucas’s arm and pulling him back. They could go somewhere else, anywhere – a motel even. She didn’t understand why Lucas had brought them here where obviously they weren’t welcome. But just as she was about to clear her throat and suggest that they leave, the girl huffed loudly and stepped to one side, revealing a dimly lit hallway behind her.

  Evie guessed that was as much of an invitation as they were going to get. She looked at Lucas, who nodded at her without smiling and ushered her forwards, his hand pressed against the small of her back. It was the first time he had touched her since they’d run from the alley and the feel of his hand, the reassurance it gave, overrode her instincts which had started screaming. She ignored them though and let Lucas push her inside the apartment.

  The girl stiffened as she passed her, flattening herself against the wall as if Evie was contagious. Evie’s gut clenched in response, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling. Something wasn’t right. She scanned the narrow hallway, her heart racing. There were five doors coming off it – all closed except for one door at the end, which stood slightly ajar. A thin strip of light was painting the patch of scuffed floorboard in front of it. She paused, her mouth running dry and the muscles in her back and shoulders locking. Her instincts weren’t just screaming now, they were yelling at her to turn and run.

  There were others here. She could sense it. But more than that, the thing that had made her adrenaline start pumping, the thing that was causing her instincts to fire like rocket jets, wasn’t the fact that there were others here, it was the fact that those others were unhuman.

  Evie turned instantly on her heel, heading straight for the door, fists raised, ready to fight her way out, but Lucas was blocking her way and she banged straight up against his chest. He caught her by the tops of her arms and the pressure of his hands instantly calmed her. She looked up into his eyes, saw the reassurance in them, and tried to steady her breathing. If Lucas had brought her here, she told herself again, then it was fine. There was absolutely nothing to panic about.

  Just then the door slammed and Evie jumped. Lucas’s grip on her tightened. The girl rammed home a bolt and then spun around to face them, her whole body resonating with anger. Maybe it wasn’t so fine after all, Evie thought. She felt like a rat trapped in a tunnel and cursed herself silently for letting Lucas bring her here – for not listening to her instincts when she still had a chance. This girl was unhuman – she had to be.

  Evie studied her in the gloom of the hallway. She looked human enough. There was nothing obvious to say that she wasn’t – she didn’t have a pale-green tinge to her skin like Shula, and Evie couldn’t see a tail. That ruled out Mixen and Scorpio demons. And she doubted Lucas would be friends with any Thirsters. But it didn’t look like he was friends with this girl either, from the way they were glaring at each other.

  ‘You brought her to my house?’ the girl yelled at Lucas. ‘You brought her here?’ She stepped towards them, her face blazing, and Evie felt herself shrink further against Lucas’s side. ‘What were you thinking?’ the girl demanded. She held up both hands. ‘No, don’t tell me. Clearly you weren’t thinking. Because if you had been, you wouldn’t be showing up here at four in the morning with a Hunter in tow.’

  A hard lump of panic rose in Evie’s throat. She heard Lucas take a sharp breath. How did this girl know about her being a Hunter?

  ‘Flic, we had nowhere else to go,’ Lucas said, before adding more quietly, ‘There’s no one else I trust.’

  Lucas trusted this girl? Evie twisted her head to look at him. The girl snorted under her breath as if she couldn’t believe it either.

  ‘I can explain, Flic,’ Lucas said, sighing.

  ‘I’m not interested in an explanation, Lucas,’ Flic spat. ‘I’m interested in how you lost your freaking mind. She’s a Hunter. There is no possible explanation for this. I thought you’d joined the Brotherhood to get revenge. Aren’t you supposed to be killing Hunters? Isn’t that kind of the job description? But no, instead you turn up at my house with Cinderfreakingella here, covered in blood and begging for my help.’

  Evie cast a glance downwards at what she was wearing. At the time she’d thought the red Valentino cocktail dress was the perfect outfit to wear for facing down and killing Lucas. Or for dying in, because that had seemed like more of a possibility at the time. It turned out that, despite choosing it for its colour, it didn’t hide bloodstains so well. And now she felt ridiculous, standing barefoot, bloodied and bedraggled, being scrutinised by this girl. She ran a hand self-consciously through her knotted hair and then down her dress trying to straighten herself out. Cinderfreakingella? She ground her teeth.

  ‘Flic,’ Lucas said, his voice a knife wrapped in silk.

  Flic ignored him. ‘Where are the Brotherhood?’ she yelled. ‘They won’t just kill her, Lucas – they’ll kill you. They’ll kill you for this – for running off with a Hunter. Do you realise that?’ She paused, her eyes widening, ‘Did they follow you here?’

  There was a moment of silence, which reminded Evie of floating underwater tangled up in weeds, a silence so deep she thought she was going to drown in it. Then Lucas spoke up. ‘There is no Brotherhood,’ he said. ‘We got in a fight with them. They’re all dead.’

  Flic’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted back her hea
d to stare at the ceiling. She sighed loudly. ‘Great. This is great. No, really, that’s an awesome career move. Killing the Brotherhood. Nice work.’ She levelled her gaze at Lucas, her voice shaking with anger. ‘There are easier ways to commit suicide, Lucas.’

  Evie looked down at her bare feet, staring at the dirt and blood caked all over them. She didn’t want to look up. She didn’t want to see Lucas’s reaction. Here was someone saying out loud what she was too scared to and what had hung between them in the stifling silence of the car. By protecting her, by betraying the Brotherhood, by fighting against them and killing one of his kind, Lucas had signed his own death warrant. She felt guilt beat an acid path through her veins.

  ‘Flic.’

  Evie’s head flew up. Someone was standing in the shadows at the end of the hallway. He advanced towards Flic, glancing warily at Evie as he passed her, before laying a hand gently on Flic’s arm. This one was definitely unhuman. Evie’s heart had begun to pound as if someone was playing drum and bass in her head.

  Flic nodded at the guy standing next to her. ‘This is Jamieson,’ she said through a clenched jaw. ‘He’s my boyfriend. Thanks to you he’s probably going to end up as my dead boyfriend.’ She took a breath. ‘Jamieson,’ she said, without taking her eyes off Lucas, ‘this is my stupid-moronic-going-to-get-us-all-killed-because-he-can’t-keep-his-trousers-on brother, Lucas.’

  Chapter 2

  Brother? Evie tried to ram her mouth shut before anyone could register her shock. This girl was Lucas’s sister? She stared at Flic in amazement. But of course she was his sister. It was so obvious. The razor-sharp cheekbones and the ridiculously long eyelashes. The thick dark hair and straight eyebrows over those almond-shaped eyes. Except Flic’s eyes were a dark-brown colour while Lucas’s were every shade of grey. And Flic’s eyes were iridescent with rage and Lucas’s were right now so guarded she couldn’t tell what he was feeling and really didn’t want to imagine.

  ‘Flic, don’t be so melodramatic,’ Jamieson said, putting an arm around her shoulders. He gave Lucas an apologetic shrug.

 
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