Redemption (Enigma Black Trilogy Book #3)

I could hear the beat of the drums. It reverberated in my head, a war cry only audible to me. Its disembodied rhythm tore its way through my veins, simultaneously energizing my soul and reviving my battered body. Ignoring the pain, the holes in my tattered suit, the screams from the dying city I once called home, I charged on to the sound of their deafening chorus.

With each footfall, images crept into my mind, playing in a continuous loop. Images of my father and mother, of Jake, Lucy, and Blake, whose lives had been lost in this decade of chaos we’d come to know as life.

It would all end tonight.

No more would a child know the meaning of the word death. No more would our cities remain abandoned hollow shells of the hubs of prosperity they once were. Fear would loosen its grip on society. The deaths of those we loved and of those who loved us would not have been in vain. Tonight would mark the end to all of it, and we were willing to die to ensure its demise.

We would die to ensure
his
demise.

Next to me, Ian ran, keeping up with my fevered pace, his body just as bloodied and bruised as my own. We were both numb. Too numb to notice the agony we should have felt, too numb to care what happened to us anymore; for we had been deceived in the worst possible way, and deception had a way of turning suffering into fuel, igniting unbridled rage. Ian lunged forward, overtaking me. A flap from his torn suit bounced with each step he took, exposing his left shoulder blade. Blood, caked with dirt, dotted his exposed flesh, revealing only a hint of an injury kept hidden by the remaining material. I wondered whether he could hear the drums too, or whether he heard anything at all.

I sped up to catch him, jumping over a pillar that had been toppled over, presumably by one of the many explosions that had rocked the city over the past couple of hours. Had I not grown up here, I wouldn’t have been able to recognize some of the buildings for what they once were. My former high school, the bank where’d I’d spent my final days of normalcy, and the diner where Blake offered me the chance to rid myself of my nightmares were now nothing more than indiscernible piles of concrete.

In the streets, dodging debris, escaping smoke and flames, survivors of the attacks ran haphazardly, seeking refuge where none existed. Above us, the late evening sky, reddened by the flames that hugged each block, took on the appearance of fresh blood flowing from a gaping wound. If someone had asked me before that moment what I thought the end of the world would look like, my description would have paled in comparison to the scene splayed out before us now. We were no longer on Earth, but in the very bowels of Hell itself.

This attack had been personal, but then again, they all had been personal in a way. The crazed vendetta, the evil that resided in the entity the people had come to know as The Man in Black, had unleashed itself to the nth degree. Perhaps sensing that his reign of terror was drawing to an end, he was determined—no, desperate—to go out with a bang and take out the last of those people I had known and loved in my former life in the process.

“Turn left down the next block,” I instructed Ian, hoping he could hear me through the insanity surrounding us.

“There’s a next block?” he responded, his pace slowing a notch. “How do you tell where one ends and the other begins?”

“Follow me.” I passed Ian, picking up my pace. Whatever happened tonight, whatever happened to me, I couldn’t—no, I wouldn’t—let them suffer for the choices I had made. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ian, matching me stride for stride, unwilling to let me dive headfirst alone into the imminent confrontation that awaited us. He kept pace with me even as I swiftly rounded a corner next to a small café near my old apartment building and bolted down an adjacent alleyway.

“How much farther?” His voice revealed his apprehension. I had noticed it building with each step we made and with each breath he took.

“Five blocks,” I answered him in an unaffected tone, trying to keep my own fears from betraying me. “The Woodland Lodge is five blocks ahead.” My voice shook more than I would have liked.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

So much for being the strong one.

Ian looked at me between back and forth glances at the street ahead of us; his green eyes pierced through my helmet as though he was trying to see inside my soul to find the answer he was looking for. “No,” I finally answered him truthfully. “There’s nothing okay about me right now.”

“We’ll find him, Celaine. We’ll find Chase and the rest of them, and we’ll get them out safely. It’s not them he wants—

“Exactly, Ian. It’s me he wants. I’m the reason for this. If they die tonight, it’s because of their association with me.” I paused, the tears welling in my eyes, momentarily blinding me. “If
you
die tonight— My body was forced to a sudden halt as though I’d been strapped to a tether that had run out of slack. Around my arm, I saw Ian’s hand and the firm grip his fingers had around my wrist.

“Listen to me.” He pulled my mask up, forcing us to stand face to face, green eyes to brown eyes. “I’m not even going to pretend to know what’s going to happen tonight, or what the final outcome will be. Whether we survive this nightmare or not, I just want you to know that there’s no place I’d rather be than fighting alongside you right now, no matter what the consequences. Leaving Norfolk with you was the best decision I ever made, and nothing—nothing—will make me regret the chain of events that brought me to this place with you at this very moment.”

I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye, and Ian’s gloved hand swiftly wiped it away before it had a chance to fall down my cheek. “Ian, I—

“I know you don’t feel the same way about me—

“Ian, stop. I—”

“Let me finish my thought,” he interrupted me again, gently touching his fingers to my lips. “Please, Celaine, just let me get it out. Then you can tell me how wrong I am.” The tiniest hint of a smile crept across his face, the rest of which betrayed the coolness he was trying so hard to project. I nodded without taking my eyes away from his, and the new creases that had developed in the corners of them over the past few weeks. Worry. We’d both experienced enough of it to last us a lifetime. “I know you don’t love me the same way you loved him, or, perhaps, even the way you still love him now,” he began again. “And although that’s frustrating as hell, I also know that I can make you happy again, and I think you know that too. You’re just too afraid to admit it to yourself.” He caressed my cheek, pausing to let me absorb everything he had said without expecting a response in return. “All I ask is that you promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” I answered him automatically, knowing that I meant my response wholeheartedly, even though I hadn’t fully processed the weight of his words.

“Promise me that if we both make it out of this alive, you’ll give me the chance to make you whole again.”

Tears fell down my face unhindered. “I promise.”

Ian leaned in closer to me, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered.

We stood together in an embrace that no amount of force could separate—an island in the sea of chaos that crashed around us—before we allowed reality to set in again. Then, together, we resumed our journey into the unknown, to whatever fate had in store for us.

I could hear the beat of the drums. Their echo haunted me with every step I took, with every beat of my heart. They beat for Ian, whose love I didn’t deserve; they beat for Chase, whose life was now in our hands.

“What do you ladies think of this one?” Paige asked, stepping out into the waiting area of Catherine’s Bridal from the fitting room. “Is it too plain? Too non-traditional? Should I go with sleeves?” Without waiting for their responses, she rushed over to a nearby rack and shuffled through the assortment of gowns. “Yes, sleeves,” she said, pulling one from the rack and returning it indecisively. “I should definitely try on one with sleeves.”

“I think you look absolutely stunning in all of them,” Carrie said, suppressing a yawn. “Really, dear, you could wear a burlap sack down the aisle and still turn heads.”

“Oh, Mrs. Matthews, you’re just too sweet. And I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have both you and MaKayla here helping me with preparations for the big day.” Paige smoothed a fold in the chiffon material of a strapless, off-white gown while she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She frowned, pulling up her long blonde hair to get a better view of the back of the dress. “Would you mind if I try on a couple more? I’m just not totally in love with any of them yet, you know? I swear I’ll only take up twenty more minutes of your time this afternoon.”

“Oh, Paige, of course not. Take all the time you need.”

“Yeah, I mean, we’ve only been here for two hours, twenty-four minutes, and eighteen seconds,” MaKayla said, rummaging through her purse. “It’s not like we had anything
better
to do today.” She pulled out a tube of cherry lip balm, grimacing as she caught sight of Carrie’s icy glare throwing invisible daggers in her direction. “Take all the time you need,
sister
,” she said more enthusiastically. “Hell, try on the whole store. We’re here for you, babe.”

Giddy, Paige ran over to MaKayla and threw her arms around her. “MaKayla, I knew you would come around,” she said, practically lifting her up from the leather couch she was sitting on. “Chase was right, you just needed a little bit of time to get used to the idea of having to share your big brother with me.”

“Darn that brother of mine, always giving away my secrets,” MaKayla replied, her face reddening. “That’s right, Paige. I was so worried about having to share him with you, but I think I’ll be able to manage after today.” She grabbed a Kleenex from a nearby coffee table and pretended to dab a tear away from her eye.

“Honey, it’s okay. Just remember you’re not losing a brother, you’re gaining a big sister,” Paige announced. She released her arms from around MaKayla and headed back to the fitting rooms. “Okay, well, since you two don’t have any plans, I’m going to keep looking for my dream dress,” she squealed, practically skipping inside.