Carrier 02: Shadow of the Mark

Carrier 02: Shadow of the Mark by Leigh Fallon

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Authors: Leigh Fallon
Rían?”
    “No!” The image of Rían’s pale face from earlier flashed in my mind, and everything was suddenly clear. I hadn’t fallen for Rían. I had fallen for his power. “I’m drawn to him, but not in the way you’re thinking. I couldn’t stop myself earlier, I swear.”
    “I thought the power thing was just you and me. I thought you only wanted mine.”
    “I don’t want any of them, Adam. I’m not doing this on purpose. And it’s not just me! Áine keeps holding my hand, and Rían tried to—”
    “He told me,” he said, raising his sad eyes to mine.
    “He what?” I managed to say while fighting the urge to throw up. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
    “He asked me not to. He said it was his fault.”
    “I was going to tell you, I swear.”
    “I know you were.” He dropped his head to the side and gazed out the window.
    The pressure in my throat moved higher, triggering an involuntary sob. I wanted him to hold me, to comfort me, but he didn’t. He just sat on the bed, looking out at the night sky. When my tears finally stopped, I looked up to see Adam lying on his side with his eyes closed. His thick, dark lashes fluttered delicately. I gently ran the back of my hand along his jaw. How could I have hurt him like this? My element was drawn in many directions, but he was all my heart wanted. I leaned down to the warm smoothness of his face and kissed him.
    “You’re the one I love,” I whispered, as much to myself as to Adam. I got up and tiptoed to the guest bed, climbing in without bothering to undress.
    Just as I was drifting into an uneasy sleep, Adam murmured, “I know.”
    I opened my eyes and blinked at the bright light shining in my face. It flicked away from me, and then Áine was there, Randel on her shoulder.
    “Trouble in paradise?” Áine whispered, directing the flashlight toward Adam, who was still fast asleep.
    “What’s wrong?” I sat up, anxious.
    “Rían’s gone, and so is his passport.”
    “You don’t think he went to—”
    “That’s exactly what I think. But he’s not going to get far. The first flight out of Cork is the five fifty a.m. to Heathrow. We still have time to stop him.”
    “Or go with him.” Adam’s voice said through the dark. Suddenly the lamp on the bedside table flickered to life.
    I rubbed my eyes groggily. “We can’t just get up in the middle of the night and hop on a plane.”
    Adam jumped off the bed. “Who says?”
    “My dad, for one! He’d freak out, and so would Fionn. I don’t even have my passport with me.”
    “Aren’t you sick of everyone telling you what to do? There’s a whole heap of shit going on around us, and we’re just sitting on our arses waiting for other people to come up with the answers!” He walked over and held down his hand to me, daring me to go with him. “I think it’s about time we started creating our own destiny.”
    Ignoring all the voices in my head shouting at me to say no, I let him pull me up. “I think you’re right.”
    Áine looked at her watch. “We’ve got exactly one hour and fifty-six minutes to pack our bags, sneak out of here, get Meg’s passport from her house, and get to the airport before check-in closes. We better get a move on.” Áine grabbed a backpack from the floor and threw it at Adam.
    “Has anyone thought of how we’re going to finance this little trip?” I asked.
    “Fionn’s ‘emergency only’ credit card and cash stash.” Áine fanned herself with it. “He’s going to kill me.” She smiled wryly and shoved the card into her purse along with the wad of euros. Randel fluttered from Áine’s shoulder onto her bag. “I’m sorry, baby, but you can’t come. I need you to keep watch on Fionn for us while we’re gone, okay?” Randel made a crooning noise and hopped onto the windowsill.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Adam whispered.
    When we got to my house, my stomach dropped. There was a light on in the kitchen.
    “Crap!” Adam said, turning off

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