Moribund by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Author:Genevieve Iseult Eldredge [Eldredge, Genevieve Iseult]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monster House Books, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The week goes by, Euphoria and I tromping from class to class every day. We’re together for most of the day, except she uses her study hall for band practice, and I use it to run around the school under the pretense of taking pictures. It’s the week after Homecoming, and Fee’s extended Spirit Week, making it two actual weeks instead of one. People are trying to forget what-all went down at the Nanci Raygun by throwing themselves into cheesy decorations and pep rallies.

I’m supposed to be taking pictures, but really, I’m tailing Fiann and Agravaine around the school. Other than some illicit smoke breaks—Fiann—and secret meetings with his motorcycle fight club—Agravaine—and asking everything with a pulse about Syl Skye, the two of them are pretty boring.

Color me shocked.

But more and more as I run around, I’m reading those dark indigo auras on the student body. Agravaine’s got a lot of the guys into motorcycle racing—infecting them with Moribund circuits built right into the bikes themselves, and even though Euphoria’s not playing any more, the mics she tossed off the stage had dozens of Moribund circuits in them—enough to infect whichever girl caught it and all her friends.

But Fiann and Agravaine are pretty quiet.

Maybe they’re laying low after the events of the weekend, after trashing the school newspaper and coming up empty. Planning, plotting… Euphoria and I should do the same.

That, and there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask her. Friday, I decide to bite the bullet, just do it—pick your inspirational slogan.

We meet up at lunch, hunching over our trays of lukewarm school pizza, soggy fries, and wilted green beans. We’re the new girls, so we’re alone at our table, and beneath the hustle and bustle of five hundred kids crammed into one small cafeteria, I drop the bomb. “I want you to train me.”

“Train you…? In what?” She shoots me the dark Fae side-eye.

In return, I give her my best raised eyebrow. “You know what.” I lift my soda can to my lips to mask my words. “My powers.”

She leans back, folding her arms across her chest. It’s her power stance, and I feel the no even before she says it. “It’s not a good idea.”

“What?” I struggle to keep my voice down. “Why not? What happened to all that ‘together’ stuff we talked about?”

She levels that intense sapphire-blue gaze on me. “No dark Fae has ever trained a fair Fae. It’s against the rules.”

“Rules schmules.” Is she kidding? Is this another challenge? Indignation bubbles up inside me, and I can’t help but respond to the gauntlet she’s thrown. “You think I can’t handle it, don’t you? Well, I handled you just fine back at the tracks.”

She snorts and toys with a limp French fry. “You got lucky, princess.”

I hear the concern beneath the edge in her voice, but I gesture to where Agravaine and Fiann are living it up with a bunch of popular girls and jocks. More than half the student body, and all of them reeking of that sicky indigo aura, of the Moribund.

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