Unbreakable (15 page)

Everyone was exhausted, and no one wanted to sleep in the van. My muscles were shredded and sore from treading water, and my chest ached with every breath. Priest didn’t look much better. Even the music blaring from his headphones could barely keep him awake.

“If we’re staying in a hotel, I need to find an ATM.” Alara sat in the passenger seat next to Jared. “We’re low on cash.”

“I don’t have any money,” I whispered to Lukas.

“It’s okay,” Lukas said. “Alara gets money every month.”

Jared pulled over in front of a bank, and she jumped out.

I watched her walk up to the machine in her cargo pants and combat boots. “A trust fund? Seriously?”

Priest grinned. “Never judge a girl by her piercings.”

Jared scanned through the radio stations, and I heard a familiar song.

“Wait—”

“Leave it there,” Lukas said at the same time.

“Just lookin’ for shelter from the cold and the pain

Someone to cover, safe from the rain.…”

I stared at Lukas, shocked. “You know this song?”

It wasn’t one of the Foo Fighters’ most popular songs. “Home” was quiet and understated, a whisper in a world full of screams.

Lukas gave me a sheepish smile. “It’s my favorite.”

Warmth spread across my cheeks, and suddenly it felt like we were sharing something intimate in front of a room full of people. I was drawn to the song the first time I heard it, right after my mom died. I must have played it a hundred times. It became a sort of anthem, a silent prayer.

What did Lukas think about when he heard it? Did he ever sit in the car listening to it over and over? I wanted to ask him.

He looked back at me as if he wanted to ask me something, too.

Alara opened the door, breaking the thread between us.

“Are we good?” Jared asked.

“No.” She sounded stunned.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer right away. “There’s only three thousand dollars left.”

Only three thousand dollars?

Jared shrugged. “You’ll have more in a few weeks, right?”

Alara shook her head. “You don’t get it. Someone took
money
out
of my account. Unless it was hacked, my parents are the only ones who have that kind of access.”

Priest slipped off his headphones. “What are you saying?”

“It’s a message.” Alara got out and hit speed dial on her phone. “I need to make a call.”

She paced in front of the van and, judging from her scowl, the conversation wasn’t going well. The way Alara held the phone right in front of her while she shouted into it reminded me of Elle, who did almost exactly the same thing whenever one of her boyfriends screwed up. I wished she were here now.

I tried to imagine Alara and Elle meeting—two iron wills clashing, or forging into one unstoppable and sarcastic force.

Lukas watched as she screamed at the phone. “Not good.”

Alara got in and slammed the door, seething. “My parents want me to come home. They’ve been pressuring me ever since my grandmother died. My mom thinks I don’t have enough training.” She laughed. “Like I’ll be able to get any there. Neither one of them is part of the Legion. What do they think they’re going to teach me?”

Jared seemed surprised. “You never said anything.”

She reached over and turned the key in the ignition. “That’s because I’m not going back.”

We pulled into a motel parking lot, with a cracked vacancy sign flashing above the office. Empty beer cans littered the walkway.

“It’s only for one night. How bad can it be?” Priest asked.

From Alara’s perspective, it couldn’t have been worse. Every door facing the lot was Pepto-Bismol pink.

She crossed her arms, defiant. “I’m not sleeping in a room with a pink door. That’s where I draw the line.”

Lukas got out and walked toward the office. “You can always sleep in the van.”

By the time he came back with the key, Priest had persuaded Alara to check out the room. But when Lukas unlocked the door, he stopped short.

“Alara, you might want to rethink that line.”

Inside, the tiny room was painted the same sickening shade of pink.

“No way.” She backed up, shaking her head. “I’d rather sleep on the thirteenth floor.”

Priest coaxed her across the threshold. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from the dangerous color.”

The room was practically empty—two double beds with mismatched bedspreads, a broken TV on a rolling cart, and a plastic trash can that hadn’t been emptied
lately. Not even a cheap landscape on the tragically bare walls.

Alara crinkled her nose. “This is disgusting.”

Priest fell back onto the tacky Western bedspread. “It has beds. That’s all that matters.”

“Two.” Alara tipped her chin toward me. “And we get one of them.”

“I call half of this one,” Priest said. “I did almost drown.”

“You’re going to milk that for all it’s worth, aren’t you?” Alara teased.

“Ah… that would be a yes.”

“You should call the first shower while you’re at it,” she said. “You smell even worse than Kennedy.”

Jared and Lukas stood next to each other by the door. I wasn’t used to seeing them side by side, with their identical broad shoulders and full lips, sleepy eyes and long eyelashes. They looked like the same person, but they were so different.

After Priest took a shower, I was voted the second dirtiest. I didn’t argue. Dried well water coated my skin, and my clothes were even worse.

“Hey.” Lukas stood behind me with something balled up in his hand. “I have an extra T-shirt if you need one.” I hadn’t thought about what I was going to put on after my shower.

“Thanks.”

My scraped skin brushed his rope-burned palm. Even bloody and raw, his touch was gentle—like him. I could imagine Lukas listening to “Home,” the song we both loved, whispering the lyrics to himself the way I did when I felt lost.

I closed the door and leaned against it, letting the room fill with steam. I didn’t want to look at my tangled hair and grime-streaked face in the mirror. But I didn’t need to see the fresh cuts on the rest of my body to know they were there. Hot water stung them as I sat on the shower floor, waiting for the brown water running off my legs to turn clear again.

The memory of Millicent’s cold arm around my neck and the well water filling my lungs finally drove me out of the shower.

I slipped into Lukas’ T-shirt, relieved when it grazed my knees. I was even more relieved that I had ignored Elle when she tried to convince me to trade my boy shorts for “cute” underwear, with stupid words like
pink
written on the back.

When I finally opened the door, it still felt like everyone could see right through the shirt.

Priest put on his headphones. “Anyone care if I turn off the lights?”

Thank god.

I made a beeline for the bed, tugging at the bottom of the T-shirt. A streak of blood smeared across the cotton. Between skidding across the front walk at my house and fighting off Millicent’s spirit, the cuts on my hand were
bleeding again. As I turned back toward the bathroom to grab a towel, Lukas stepped inside and closed the door.

Exhaustion hit as I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to finish. My eyes felt heavy, and I fought to stay awake.

When the door hinges creaked, I jumped. I wandered to the bathroom half asleep.

Lukas walked out barefoot and shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He rubbed a towel over his hair, sending streaks of water down his chest.

With nowhere else to look, I studied a bare patch on the stained carpet. “I need to grab a towel for my hand.”

“Let me see.” He stepped closer and took my wrist gently, his jeans brushing against my leg.

“It’s no big deal.” I tried to ignore the fact that I was standing in front of a beautiful boy, wearing his T-shirt.

“As long as you’re all right.” Lukas’ hand slid from my wrist as I stepped into the harsh light of the tiny bathroom.

I rinsed my hand and knotted a hand towel around it.

When I came back out, Jared was standing there, wringing a clean shirt in his hands. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Lukas had looked without his shirt—imagining Jared that way now.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I searched for the bare spot on the carpet again, terrified he’d know exactly what I was thinking if he saw my face.

He stepped aside and gave me enough room to pass.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said softly as he shut the door.

Standing in the dark, the air still carrying the weight of the unnamed thing between us.

I fell onto the bed next to Alara and listened to the running water echoing from the shower.

Don’t think about it.

Alara nudged me. “Kennedy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for going after Priest back there. It took guts.”

The compliment caught me off guard. “Anyone would have done the same thing.”

“Not unless you’re one of us.” There was something about the way she said it that made it seem possible.

“Is it hard to be part of the Legion?”

Alara was quiet for a moment. “You have to give up a lot.”

“Like school and your friends—”

“Like my family.”

It wasn’t the response I had expected. “I thought you grew up with your grandmother.”

“I moved in with her when I was ten. Before that I lived with my parents and my younger brother and sister, in Miami.”

“Why did you move in with her?” I was prying, but I sensed that she wanted to talk. And I missed the nights Elle and I stayed up late sharing secrets.

“My parents knew one of us would be chosen to join the
Legion before we were old enough to walk, and they knew it would be me or my sister, Maya. My grandmother wanted to pass her specialty on to a girl.” Alara stared at the ceiling.

“And she chose you?”

“Not exactly. She wanted to take one of us while we were young enough for our training to become second nature, but my parents kept stalling. Eventually, my grandmother forced them to pick a date. When the day finally arrived, we knew my grandmother was coming and that one of us would be leaving with her. Maya and I sat on this green velvet sofa in the foyer, holding hands. My mother had dressed us up in these stupid taffeta dresses like we were going to a party. My parents were in my father’s office with my grandmother, deciding who she was going to take. When they came back out, my mom was crying. My grandmother told her to choose.”

Alara swallowed hard. “But there was no choice. Maya was fragile. She never could’ve handled my grandmother or the Legion. It would have destroyed her. So I lied and told them I wanted to go. I practically begged.”

I tried to imagine the situation. Waiting to see if I would have to leave my mom. Volunteering to be the one. “Your parents must have missed you so much.”

“They gave me away like a puppy. Now my father thinks he can just tell me to quit and summon me home like what I’m doing isn’t important?”

I thought about my dad standing next to his car, staring
at me through the kitchen window. Knowing he was never coming back. Did he see how confused I looked when he drove away? Did he care?

Being given away didn’t seem that different from being left behind. I understood how it felt to be broken when everyone around you was whole.

“I’m sorry.”

Alara took a deep breath. “I’m not. My sister wasn’t cut out for this. I am.”

“What you did for her was still really brave.”

“Climbing into that well was brave, too.” She handed me something balled up in her fist. “Take this. You need it more than I do.”

I could barely make out the object in my palm, until it caught the light from the buzzing fluorescent motel sign outside. It was the round silver medal Alara always wore around her neck. Up close, I could see the symbols etched into the surface, with what looked like a pitchfork pointing away from the center of the pendant.

“It’s called the Hand of Eshu. It protects the person wearing it from evil. Maybe it will keep you from getting yourself killed.”

“Thanks.” I knotted the cord around my neck, wishing I could think of something more meaningful to say.

Within minutes she was asleep.