Authors: Cori McCarthy
But his lips press on my neck until I feel the air of each of his words. “He thinks we're lovers. We could act like strangers now, and he wouldn't buy it.”
What is happening?
“We're back in the Void already,” he says, apparently still reading my thoughts. “You're lucky you were out through takeoff. I had a hell of a time keeping your bones from popping through your skin.”
I groan something that sounds a little like
Thanks
.
He opens his hand palm up on my knee. “Look, I don't know how much longer we have, but you have to know that I'm not after you like the other men. I'm not trying to possess you. Or buy you. You should know that.”
I know
.
I lift my hand with enormous effort and squeeze his. He tries to interlock our fingers, but I seal mine into a fist and knock his palm a few times.
“You trying to tell me âthanks but no thanks' again?” he asks.
I pound his hand a little harder, but even I don't know if I mean yes or no.
“I know this is complicated.” He sighs and holds me a little tighter. “I wouldn't push you, you know. Just don't forget that you kissed me first. Twice now.”
Hours pass in silence. A few times, I break into tears and moan because the pain in my jaw spikes or something in my chest sears with pressure. Each time, Ben's hold grows tighter like he's determined to keep my shattered body together with his own.
If only he knew the real feelings that swing around in my mind. The way I dream about his twisted hair and steel blue eyes before the demon fingers find me . . . the way I don't mind the nightmares so much when they come with pieces of him.
But then, how can it matter? None of that will help us now.
We don't know if it's night or day as the lights never change in the cargo den, but at least a day after I first woke, Ben stands and positions me against a crate. He paces the open floor, pressing his com, which seems to have been turned off.
“It's been too long,” he says. “I don't know what in hell is going on, but something is amiss. He should have killed one or both of us by now. He should be torturing us. He's planning something.”
I make a grunting noise to shut him up. He may not care if we're under surveillance, but I know Johnny, and he's somewhere watching us with a magnifying glass. I guarantee it. But Ben is right; Johnny is planning something.
He comes for us within the hour.
“Get her up,” he says from the doorway. His shirt is half-unbuttoned. “Rain and I need to have a little chat.”
Ben helps me to my feet, and I feel at least two ribs try to bust through my side. “Let me carry her,” he says. “She can't walk.”
Johnny holds a hand up to stop Ben. “She'll walk. Do you know nothing of the girl who plays with you? She could walk from here to Earth City if she set her mind on it.” Johnny beams at me with a strange pride, and I push Ben's arms away, standing on my own. After all, he's right about me; I manage a step and another. I keep my arms woven around my chest, which helps with my torso, but does nothing for the spearing ache in my jaw.
As I make it through the door, Johnny slaps an arm around my shoulder so hard that I scream through clenched teeth. He ignores it, hustling me away and slamming the door behind us. The great lock clangs behind me, sealing Ben in.
On the command deck, Johnny sits me in his captain's chair. He kneels, and I breathe through my locked teeth while his eyes search my face.
He flips open his knife and slices the shoulders of my dress, tugging the material down to reveal his handiworkâa patchwork of purple bruises across my chest that highlight my broken bones like halos.
He takes Ben's med disc out of his pocket and holds the warm blue light over one of my sides. He's going to heal me? Why? So he can hurt me all over again?
I feel my bones heating and maybe melting back together. A pop sounds when the rib has stolen back into its place, and he heals the others while he talks.
“You haven't disappointed me, Rain. I've spent days trying to be angry enough to deal with you, but it just keeps slipping through my fingers. The truth is that this little chase you've sent me on has been more exciting than anything I've encountered in many runs. So, it would be foolish of me to kill you when you might just be giving me exactly what I need.”
Pop
.
“I wanted to start out with a compliment since you have put so much work into duping me and that Mec. Poor Ben. He has no idea that you used him, does he?”
Used him for what?
“To think that you let him hope that you liked him . . . that's cold. But I want you to know that I'm not going to kill him over this. Mecs are too hard to replace.” He smirks. I don't believe him. Johnny's ruffled hair and lighter eyes can't quite make up for the snap that seems to be arching in his words. He could still kill Ben and me. He's waiting for something.
Pop
.
“You know you made me hurt you. I didn't want to, but you were so persistent, you and that damn Mec.” He chuckles. “But even there, wasn't it a bit fun? The way he flopped around when the shock went through him! I've always wanted to try that.”
I take a few deep breaths through my set teeth as he holds the med disc up to my jaw.
“I'm tempted not to heal your face. You're so much more manageable without all that lip.” His look is aching. “Still, I'm dying to hear how you did it.”
He runs the warm light over my jaw until it jolts back into
place with a painful click. I let out a yell, startled at how loud it is now that my mouth swings open on its usual hinge. He moves away, and I fall from the chair.
“How I did what?”
Johnny hunkers down to my level, his eyes glinting with the next bit of malice that he can't wait to release. “Stole from me.”
My pulse whips through my body. “Stole what?”
He waves his hand and slouches in the captain's chair. “I'm not there yet. I want to show you something first.” He presses his com, and within a minute, a young crew member enters. His hair is ratty, and his scraggly moustache makes him look even younger.
“Captain?” he asks. I can tell how hard he's trying not to look at where I sit on the floor by Johnny's feet, still working my jaw to remove the stiffness and only wearing half a dress.
“Take out your tracker,” Johnny says.
“Out, sir?” His face has paled.
“Out.” Johnny holds out his knife.
The crew member looks from me to the knife to Johnny before he takes it. He folds back the sleeve of his flight suit and presses the blade over the back of his wrist. He takes a few ragged breaths before digging the knife into his flesh.
I look to the floor, which proves to be a mistake when drops of his blood splash down only inches from my knee.
Johnny holds out his hand, and the now ash-faced crew member drops a tiny piece of metal in it. Johnny leans toward me. “These trackers are much cheaper than the bracelets we use for the girls' safety. For example, they don't give off a lethal shock if forcibly removed like yours would or Ben's. But they are highly
effective at keeping the bulk of my crew in line. Still, some might call me paranoid for using them wide-scale. A thousand of these, for example, is a serious investment.”
A thousand
. Sweat slips icily down the back of my neck.
“But how handy these little babies are when things go missing.” Johnny drops the tiny piece of metal back into the crew member's hand. “Go to medical and have it replaced.”
The young man leaves in a hurry, a trickle of blood in his wake.
I get to my feet. “Johnny, whatâ”
“Quiet. I'm almost finished.” His fingers dance over the control panel next to his chair, and I turn to face the huge command window. The screen is split between the two cargo holds, both jam-packed with the Touched.
I can't take in the squalid mass of them without feeling an urge to throw up. My body heaves, but having been without food and water for days, nothing but sour bile lines my mouth.
“Such a headache to round them all up down there, but I want you to know,” he stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders, “not a single one escaped.”
All our work and gamble . . . all for nothing.
He chuckles as I begin to shake harder. “You know, some of them had even set up rudimentary shelters and collected food from the forest like they were actually going to have a life there.”
“They did?” I breathe, turning to face him.
“
Wrong, Rain!
âWho cares' is the right answer!” he yells. “They're wastes of space, and the only reason I deal in them is because my father wants them so damn bad. Now, I've taken great
pains to have this ship locked down and most of the crew in the dark about this business, so before I find out how you found out about your pathetic brethren and how you managed to free them, we're going to play a little game.”
He turns me around to face the screen. Half of it now shows an airlock. An airlock with dozens of Touched inside.
“Would you choose the lives of say, a hundred crazies, over the life of one?”
I grind my teeth. “If you mean to kill me, Johnny, just get it over with. Of course I won't let you kill a hundred people in my place.”
His arm snakes around my chest, anchoring me in front of him, and his face lowers to my ear. “Oh, I wouldn't trade you for a hundred thousand of these. You're
much
too valuable. I meant that ice cube you call your brother.”
The other half of the screen switches to show a second airlock. It's empty except for Walker's pod in the center . . . maybe in the very spot where Lo knelt in her last minutes. I can even see a hint of his small face through the narrow window.
“Johnny!” I try to spin around, but he keeps me where he wants me.
“Time to choose.”
I can't breathe, and shudders wave through me from my neck to my ankles. Walker's airlock is as silent and still as death. The other hums with life. The Touched knock into each other, their moans soundless through the window of the command deck.
“Of course if you don't choose, I eject them both,” Johnny adds. “You have one minute.”
Hardly able to breathe, I squeeze my eyes and lower my head. I can't trade my brother for the lives of a hundred people! I can't. But if Walker doesn't make it, I'll be alone in this universeâand I'll have ruined myself for nothing. Every traded kiss. Every grope.
Every fuck.
I close my eyes. “This is evil, Johnny. You're trying to make me inhuman. Just like your father did to you. It's not fair what he did, but it doesn't have to be permanent. You could let them all go.”
“Wrong.” He grinds his teeth too close to my ear. “I'm not making you evil. I'm trying to make you invincible. You make the right choice here, and you will get what you want, Rain. I promise. That's what my father did to me. He taught me how to get what I want regardless of anyone or anything else. He taught me how to win the game.”
I open my eyes. The right choice?
Of course! This
is
a game, and Johnny's rigged it. Only one choice will make him keep me around. The other must mean death, not just for me, but probably for those Touched and Walker as well. Maybe even Ben.
I'd bet he'd love to dump us all into the Void together.
So I just have to sort out what he wants me to choose. By Johnny's rule of
Nothing to lose, everything to gain
, I should guess that the right choice is to save the Touched, letting go of my brother would prove that I've moved on. But suddenly it doesn't seem so simple. After all, Johnny isn't simple. He's been hollowed by his choices. He's incredibly capable, yet haunted. And lonely.
After all, he came looking for me that day on the pier.
And what he really wants is for me to end up like him. That's what this whole game was about: finding someone who would run the Void and not bat an eyelash at his true nature and business.