Running Scared (Sentinel Wars #3)
Page 27Lexi nodded again and colors around Zach started to blur once more as the vision changed. This time, Lexi was a few years older. She was in the car with her mother, looking out the window as they passed by a middle school. A pile of kids her age poured out of the doors, laughing and eager to get out of there. “Why can’t I go to school?” she asked her mom.
“It’s not safe. I teach you everything you need to know, Ali.”
Lexi crossed her arms over her chest, slid down lower in the seat and pouted. “I don’t like that name.”
“Fine. You can pick your name for the next town.”
“Alexandra Johnson.”
“No. You can’t use your real name. You know that.”
“It’s not fair. I’m tired of moving, Mom. I just want to be normal.”
Her mother sighed as if preparing herself to repeat something for the thousandth time. “You’re never going to be normal, Ali. The Sentinels want your blood. If we stay in one place too long, they’ll find you and kill you. I’m not going to let that happen.”
“We’ve never even seen one of the Sentinels, only their pets,” complained Lexi.
“I’ve seen them. They look like men with trees growing on their chests, but inside, they’re rotted meat and maggots.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to scare me.”
The car rocked to a skidding stop and people behind them honked their horns. Lexi’s mom ignored them and turned in her seat, her blue eyes blazing with fury. “You should be scared. Only stupid people aren’t scared. I want you to stop this nonsense or we’re going to have to go see the Defenders again.”
Fear bleached Lexi’s face of color. “No, Mom. Please.”
“So, you do remember the lessons they taught you?”
“Yes.”
“And what did they teach you?”
Tears shimmered in Lexi’s dark eyes. “Naughty girls die screaming.”
Zach reached out to take her into his arms and comfort her, but before he could, the vision shifted again, melting the image of Lexi’s tearful face into a wash of color.
This time, when the vision stopped, Lexi was driving. It was winter and snow was falling hard enough that there were only slight tracks on the road ahead of her. The Honda’s windshield wipers were slapping back and forth on high speed, leaving filmy streaks of ice behind.
Lexi’s body slumped with fatigue and her eyes were red as if she hadn’t slept in days. Or maybe she’d been crying. Every few seconds, she’d check her rearview mirror and grip the steering wheel tighter in her gloved hands.
A snow-topped sign indicated a rest stop ahead and Lexi took the ramp. She parked her car as close to the bathroom as she could, but didn’t get out. Instead, she climbed into the backseat, unrolled a sleeping bag and slid inside, shoes and all. She zipped it up to the top and pulled a stocking cap down over her ears. Already, snow had covered the car’s windows, nearly blocking out the security light over her car.
Lexi snuggled down inside the sleeping bag as far as she could and covered her head. Even in the dim light, he could see the shiny fabric of the sleeping bag quake with her shivering.
Zach ached to go to her, warm her. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t really there—this was all in her past—and there was nothing he could do but observe and squirm in frustration.
How many nights had she slept in her car? How many nights had it been colder than this one? Even without the threat of Synestryn, she was still putting herself in danger sleeping at a rest stop. Any lunatic could have broken through the window and stolen her away, or killed her outright.
The fact that she’d survived despite the odds only made her that much more of a miracle. His miracle.
Finally, the vision faded, and even though only a brief few seconds had gone by, those seconds had changed Zach. They’d given him a small part of Lexi and that somehow made him feel more whole.
As reality returned, placing him back inside the dusty cabin, Zach was finally able to touch her. He reached for her, realized he still held his sword and let it drop. He wiped the blood from his cut—which was already closing—on his shirt and moved onto the bed next to her.
Lexi stared out with unseeing eyes, witnessing whatever it was the luceria wanted her to see. He hoped that whatever she saw was something good—some brave, noble deed he’d done along the way. He didn’t want her to see how much he’d suffered through his life. She deserved to only see the good parts, and not to be burdened by sympathy for him.
Lexi made a pained noise and swayed. Zach pulled her against him to steady her, reveling in the feeling of her so solid and warm in his arms. So alive and safe. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder and he could feel the rush of air from her lungs sweeping across his skin.
She was his. Even as his pulse steadied, the pain that had been with him for so long started to fade. In its place he felt a sense of contentment and purpose. Utter rightness.
“You okay?” he asked her.
She gave a shaky nod. “I hope so. That was. . . .”
“What did you see?”
“Battle. You and Drake and a hundred other men fighting back monsters. Century after century.”
“Synestryn,” he said, giving her the name for their enemy.
Her breathing had evened out, but her color was still not right. She was pale and trembling, but even so, she was strong enough to push him down so she could straddle his stomach and look into his eyes.
Lexi cupped his face in her hands and the feel of her slender fingers on his skin rekindled some of that lust he thought the vision had quenched. Her expression was serious and her dark eyes slid over his features, studying them.
Was she already thinking about leaving? Storing up memories of him like she had photos of her mother?
“Why do you do it?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Keep fighting? Keep living when all there is left is more battle and bloodshed?”
“You’re not who I thought you were,” she told him in a quiet voice. “You’re not the villain my mother thought, either.”
Relief swept through him like a cool breeze. “So you believe me now?”
She hesitated and he knew his relief had come too soon. “I want to.”
“Then do.”
“What if this is a trick? Part of the brainwashing process?”
Zach was torn between being insulted by her lack of trust and wanting to comfort her and drive away all the doubt that caused her fear. It had to be difficult for her to be so close to him when she was unsure of whether or not he was trying to turn her into some kind of mind-controlled zombie, or whatever other ridiculous ideas she had in that head of hers.
“How do I prove to you it’s not? I mean, nothing I can say will convince you because you’ll think it’s all part of my diabolical plan to turn you into my brainwashed slave, right?”
She had the courtesy to blush, hearing her ideas laid out in such ridiculous terms.
“All I know to do is show you how to use my power. Maybe once you realize what it is you can do now, you’ll realize that no sane person would ever allow a slave the kind of magic you now possess.”
Lexi got off the bed and took a step back. “I’m not ready for anything else right now. This is already too much.”
“That’s just too bad. I’m not going to let you leave here believing I mean to harm you in some way.”
“You can’t make me do anything.”
He rose from the bed and then grabbed her by the waist. She felt good under his hands, soft and slender. Her waist cradled his hands and he had to stop himself from holding her too tight. “Wanna bet?”
Her pointed chin shot up as she glared at him. “So this was all just a way to get me to do what you wanted?”
“No, it’s a way for me to get you to do what you want. It’s a way for me to teach you how to protect yourself just in case you decide to run away from me again. Not that I’d let you get far, but you’re too precious to risk, even for a moment.”
“What if what I want is to get away from you?”
Zach felt a smile of victory curve his mouth and tightened his hold on her body. “Try it. Go ahead. I dare you.”
Lexi was pretty sure she was being served a heaping helping of bullshit. She wanted to believe he’d given her some kind of magical power, but that was the problem. She wanted to believe. “I don’t buy it.”
“Of course not. I know you won’t believe anything I say until you see it for yourself. That’s why I want you to do this—so you’ll have proof.”
“Fine. What do I do?”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s warm. Humming.”
“Close your eyes,” he urged. “You can feel it better if you close your eyes.”
After a stubborn moment, Lexi did.
“The luceria connects you to me, to my power. You remember all those little sparks that kept jumping from me when we touched?”
Boy, did she. Lexi grudgingly nodded her head.
“It’s like that, only more. Stronger.”
Lexi could sense something there, but she couldn’t quite reach it. There was some ethereal warmth pressing at her mind, but there was nothing to grab onto, nothing solid or real.
Whatever it was, she ached to possess it, like it belonged to her somehow—a favorite toy taken away before she’d really had the chance to play with it.
She tried harder, reaching out until her hands shook. In fact, all of her was shaking pretty bad.
Lexi pulled back before she no longer could, before this thing—whatever it was—pulled her in and never let go. Instantly, all that glowing warmth vanished, disappearing out of reach, leaving her reeling.
Her entire world had been turned upside down in the space of a few brief minutes and she was still spinning, looking for something to grasp onto to steady herself.
Apparently, that thing was Zach. She couldn’t stop touching him. The solid mass of his body seemed to be the only real thing she could find right now and she held on to him like a lifeline.
His skin was smooth and firm under her fingers. The mass of power she had nearly touched gave her a rush that was only now beginning to fade. It left behind a vibrating core of energy that warmed her from the inside out. The luceria around her neck pulsed with more of that heady power, but Lexi didn’t dare reach for it. She didn’t want to find out that something so beautiful was a lie.
Her fingers slid up Zach’s spine to the nape of his neck. He let out a deep purr of enjoyment and that sound shook her all the way to her Nikes.
She could make him feel good, which was another type of power rush entirely. Lexi’d had a few lovers in the past, but they never lasted long because she was never in one place for more than a few brief weeks. And not one of those men had ever wanted to pack up their lives and hit the road just to be with her.