Death 07 - For the Love of Death by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Author:Tamara Rose Blodgett
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Hard Science Fiction, High Tech, Dystopian, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Horror, Genetic Engineering, Dark Fantasy, Science Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1496053613
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2014-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Caleb

It feels great to have the gang back together. We’re missing Sims and Randi, but we’ll survive. Their round-the-world shenanigans have kept them absent for the past six months. Besides, the Random thing we have going on isn’t a part of their lives anymore.

Archer being on board is sheer luck.

As Clyde thought might happen, more security is in place.

What I wouldn’t do for an Aura Reader about now.

Jade moves up beside me as we leave the Outback behind. It nests inside branches from a nearby tree, folding its shape into something more compact.

“Baby, can you figure out what’s happening here?”

I think camouflage, and the exterior bleeds to mimic the leaves and shadow of the nearby foliage.

Jade exhales slowly, shaking her head. “I’m not sure. Yesterday, we were living our lives. Your mom’s illness was a sad reality, our kids were giving us hell, but we were basically happy. Then these Random freaks go after Pax, the kids react badly, go to an alternate Earth, and here we are.”

A tear slips out of her eye.

“C’mere, hun. There’s nothing we can do but deal. That’s all.”

“I just thought all this was behind us and we could have a normal life. Like we have had.”

I don’t mention how abnormal having two kids like Pax and Deegan is. Not a good time.

Or the zombie contingent.

I hook my gaze on Gramps, and he winks at me.

I feel the weight of unspoken responsibility.

Behind me, Bry claps me a solid one on the back. “Hey, Hart. Ready and waiting to have my ass kicked.”

I laugh. “Nice.”

He’s older but built like a brick shithouse. His landscaping business has taken off, and he’s kept with the eco-driven times, adjusting as he needs to. However, you still have to plant a tree the same way: with your two bare hands. His were muscled and calloused. He’s a huge guy, such a contrast to his younger sister.

“Tiffie,” Bry says loudly, and she starts.

“Hey, meathead—hello. Circumspect, pal.”

“Right.” Bry scratches his head and smiles at me. I smile back. Tiff had been so cool before booze.

But I remember when she went downhill.

John almost left her.

I can see why he didn’t.

Love. It’s etched in the lines of his face. Not every one is worry and regret. Some are from smiling and laughter. His orange hair is a faded red, and his eyes remain a clear blue, sharper than when we were young.

Wise.

Lewis Archer is dressed in all black and it strikes me as funny. I somehow manage the crooked mouth but the effort is ugly.

He’s wearing a pair of glasses with hinged lenses. He loosley holds a card with thin sheets of paper in his left hand.

“There are three points of entry. Pulse driven, with security pulse identification.”

“How are we going to possibly see my mom?”

“Follow me.”

I catch his arm. Archer turns, every gold hair in place. A thin spear of moonlight through branches fully illuminates his pale eyes and sharp cheekbones. “My entire family and our friends are on the line. If ya don’t think you can pull this off, don’t.

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