The Starborn Saga (Books 1, 2, & 3) (23 page)

“Yet none of them go hungry,” he says. “Sure I demand a lot, but I have my own city to think about.”

“Yeah, they all seem fat and happy,” I say.

“You judge us after only seeing a single street of Screven?” he says to me. 

“It was enough. People here live in shacks while yours live in grand houses. You feed off the colonies. It’s parasitic.”

Jeremiah smiles for a moment as though I’ve said something funny, but then his face turns suddenly stern. 

“You do realize that I’m not the only one trying to use you right now, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean that the other Starborns are using you to try and start something against me.”

“Other Starborns?” I ask with an eyebrow raised. “I thought the reason you needed me was because you couldn’t find them.”

“I know there are others. I just don’t know where they are yet. Sure, I want to use you to help me find them so our work will be more effective.” He watches me from behind his sunglasses, probably studying my face. I know what he is saying has some truth buried within it, but there’s more to it. In fact, no one is telling me the full truth about anything, and I’m starting to get sick of it. 

“So Moraem"l seem,” Jeremiah says, “what do you think about trying to help us again? People will trust you. Especially when you show them the power you hold within you. You will eventually save many lives.”

“How do I know you can be trusted?” I ask. “How do I know you aren’t using me for selfish gain?”

“You won’t know at first,” he says without hesitation. “That’s why we have to get to know each other.”

I don’t know if it’s his appearance or just the way he speaks, but Jeremiah’s offer repulses me. From the beginning, I knew that I didn’t particularly like him as a person, but I liked what he could do for me and the people of Springhill. Part of me wishes that I could have shaken hands with him so I could look in on his meetings. So I could see him for who he was behind closed doors. 

The thought hits me like a train. In a way, I might be able to make that possible. At least for the next few minutes. I hope that my new idea doesn’t spark a different expression on my face.

“Mora?” Jeremiah asks after several seconds of silence. 

“You’re right,” I say. “I don’t want to be used by the other Starborns. I was scared the other day, but seeing you again has brought back my confidence.”

It’s Jeremiah’s turn to raise an eyebrow, but I’m not sure that it is one of speculation. Maybe surprise?

“I just want assurance that you won’t turn on me,” I say. 

“We wouldn’t dream of it.”

I look at Krindle who has been sitting quietly. 

“You’ll shake on it?” I ask. 

“What?” Krindle asks. 

“In Springhill, when people want to make a promise, they shake hands.” I stand and shove my hand toward Krindle’s face. His eyes squint at me for a moment before turning to look at the video feed of Jeremiah. 

“Consider it my own personal handshake,” Jeremiah says, and nods at Krindle.

Reluctantly, Krindle extends his arm and I grab his hand to shake it. His grip is too weak to be considered a proper handshake, but it will do. I smile and hope that I’m not being transparent. 

“We’ll discuss a new approach soon?” I ask. 

“We will contact you when the time comes,” Jeremiah says. 

I smile again and turn to leave. I can almost feel the glare that Krindle is giving me as I close the door behind me. I look in every direction of the short hallway in front of me, and satisfied that no one is around, I immediately shut my eyes. 

My focus travels the short distance to see above Krindle’s head as I secretly observe the meeting between the two. I know I should probably be farther away from the door, but I don’t want to miss a single word. 

“How should we proceed?” Krindle asks. 

“She’s bluffing,” Jeremiah says. His jaws clench tightly as he grinds his teeth. The sound is like a creaking door on rusty hinges, and it seems to bother Krindle as much as it does me. “She’s trying to buy more time to leave Salem without notice.”

“What if she’s sincere?” Krindle asks.

“It no longer matters. Either way, she’s unreliable. I’m ordering a Code Red on Salem.”

Krindle’s face goes white. “Code Red, sir?”

Jeremiah nods. “Salem needs to remember why we are here. May
be a few Starborns will come out in the process.”

“What should I do with Mora?”

“If she escapes the Code Red, she won’t be able to fight us too hard, because I have a guard ready to kill her grto tarborns andmother and little brother with a single order. If Mora comes after us, she’ll lose her family and then I’ll start a Code Red in Springhill.”

Nausea tears through my stomach, and my concentration on Krindle is broken as I try to hold in the vomit that is threatening to spew out. 

What is a Code Red? Jeremiah knew that I had family, but how did he find out about Grandma and Jake? I know I have to do something, but what?

First, I’ve got to get out of Krindle’s tower. 

Then, somehow, I’ve got to warn Salem without letting Jeremiah kill what’s left of my family.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

It’s late at night and I’m sitting at Evelyn’s kitchen table with Aaron, Danny, Heather, Evelyn, and Heinrich. I’ve just finished telling them about my meeting with Jeremiah and Krindle. I hesitate to tell them about Jeremiah’s viciousness, since none of them know about my ability to watch people from far away. I decided to say that I was daring enough to press my ear to the door when I left. None of them question me about it, though Evelyn stares at me for a long moment.

“Do any of you know what a Code Red is?” I ask. 

None of them answer, but all of them look at Evelyn who shakes her head. 

“No doubt it’s a complete takeover of the colony,” she says. 

“More than likely,” Heinrich replies.

“Haven’t they already taken you over completely?” I ask. “They already hold so many rules over you.”

“It’s true,” Heinrich says. “But now we are allowed some freedoms within their parameters. A true takeover would most likely involve complete control over our schedules and everyday lives. I would be removed as well.”

“Jeremiah also said something about the Code Red possibly bringing out more Starborns.”

The others look at each other sharply. 

“Then it’s something more serious than a takeover,” Aaron says. “Sounds like a fight.”

“But his guards can’t take us,” Heather says. “It would take a huge number of them to bring us down.”

I look at Evelyn again, but she is stone faced and silent, staring at a spot on the table, but beyond any of us. I can’t help but feel that she knows something the rest of us don’t.

Everyone agrees to go their separate ways for the night, and to keep an eye open for any suspicious activity from the Screven guards. Evelyn invites me to spend the night on her couch and I gratefully agree.

Aaron is the last of the others to leave. At the door, his gaze lingers on me. Part of me wants him to stay back. Just to be here. Just to talk to me. 

He looks up at Evelyn and then back to me.

“We won’t let them get to your family,” he says. “We can figure all this out together.”

“I hope so,” I tell him. 

He offers a nod to Evelyn, smiles at me once more, and closes the door behind him.

“Aaron is optimistic,” Evelyn says. “Always trying to have a positive outlook on things. I fear that will be his undoing one day.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, walking to the table. 

“I mean that Aaron doesn’t think we can lose anything,” Evelyn says. “He believes that we will tto task, ake down Jeremiah with little effort.” She shakes her head. “But that won’t be the case.”

“How do you know?” I ask. “We’re Starborns. It’s just like Heather said. We have too much power to be stopped.”

“Power,” Evelyn snarls. “You get yourself used to a word like
gift
or
ability
and the moment you start talking about using them against another, it suddenly turns into
power.
”

“I just mean that Jeremiah has nothing on us,” I argue. 

But Evelyn shakes her head again. “That’s not true at all, Mora. Jeremiah has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, and he’s not afraid to use them.”

“Then why don’t you tell me and the others what those tricks are?”

“Well, I don’t know what he plans,” she says. “I just know what he is capable of doing. I know what he’s done in the past.” She lets out a sigh and places both hands on the table in front of her. “The point is, we can’t underestimate Jeremiah just because we can move things around with our minds or shoot electric bolts from our fingers. We can die. We will die. I just don’t want our recklessness to jeopardize our plans.”

Her words are true, though I still can’t imagine what it is that Jeremiah would have over us, should it ever come to an all-out conflict. Being here with Evelyn sets off a fountain of questions springing to my mind. Aaron had said something about Evelyn having a dark past. I can’t even begin to guess what that might mean, but it can’t be a good thing. I want to ask her about it, but she will either deny it, or come up with some way to sidestep the question. She might even tell me right out that it’s none of my business. In any case, I doubt it would do any good to ask. But that’s not the only thing that bothers me about Evelyn. 

“Why did we spy on Aaron and Heinrich the other day?” I ask. “They are obviously on your side. Why did we look in on their meeting?”

“You didn’t know they were on my side,” Evelyn said. “At that point you didn’t know there really was a side to be on. I was simply trying to introduce you to the idea that people weren’t happy with the way Jeremiah handles things. I was planning to talk to you about it before you went off to meet with Jeremiah, but you didn’t give me a chance.”

“Sorry about that,” I say. I suppose I can understand her reasoning for not telling me everything at the beginning. Maybe she would have scared me off, or maybe I would have thought she was crazy. But I had just discovered a special ability that I hadn’t known was possible.

“So,” I say, “how did you discover that you had unusual talents?”

Evelyn stiffens slightly at the question and I instantly know that she’s not going to tell me the answer today. She stands from her spot at the table, but doesn’t look at me. 

“I know you’ve got a lot of questions that you feel you deserve the answer to,” she says, absently wiping the table down with her palm. “But I hope you can be satisfied with the fact that you just can’t know everything yet.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I know that I’m showing confusion, but that’s what I want her to see in me. I want her to see that I need answers to the questions I have. I want to know why it is that I’ve been thrown into the middle of all this. 

Evelyn lets out a loud breath. “The answer to your question is a long and complicated one,” she says. “It’s not one that we have time for tonight.” 

I look around her shack and shrug. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve got nowhere to be tonight.”

“But I do. I’ve got to get some sleep.” With that, she turns from the kitchen table and makes her way may that to a door on the other side of the shack that I assume is her bedroom. “There’s a blanket and cushion on the couch. I’m sure you’ll be comfortable enough.”

“Wait,” I say as she begins to step through the doorway. 

She stops and looks at me, lingering. 

I know it’s not a good time to pause; yet I can’t help but stop and think for a moment. Aaron didn’t want me to say anything to Evelyn about Jeremiah being the one responsible for killing my parents, but I have to ask. All this time I’ve been holding all the blame for myself. And though I can’t say I will ever give up all of my responsibility for what happened on that horrible day, to learn that someone else is to blame might help ease my mind a little. 

“Aaron said…” I hesitate. I’m betraying his trust, but I can’t help it. He’s not the one with unanswered questions like me. “Aaron said something about Jeremiah being responsible for my parents’ death.”

Evelyn stands in the doorway for a long second, just staring at me, eyebrows down.

“He did, did he? That’s interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” I ask.

“That he told you that,” she says. “It just surprises me.” She smiles at me thoughtfully and turns through the doorway and closes the door behind her. At first, I’m shocked at the rudeness that she’s displayed, but now I’m just baffled. What reason could Evelyn have to keep all this kind of information from me? 

Eventually, I make it to the couch, but I don’t sleep. Questions fly through my mind from all over the place. Why is it
interesting
that Aaron told me that information about Jeremiah and my parents? Was it a lie? Was he just saying that to get me to go against Jeremiah?

I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I wake up, it’s early morning. Evelyn’s bedroom door is still shut and the darkness outside begins to give way to the sun. I get up, retie my hair, and step to the window next to the door. It’s early, but several people are already bustling about, carrying on with their duties for the day. As I watch them pass by, I can’t help but feel alone. I know that I’ve got this new group that wants me to be part of their resistance, but I’m filled with so many mixed emotions, I can’t feel truly at peace with all of this.

I don’t like Jeremiah. But I don’t like conflict. I hate killing. And that’s what these people want. That’s what Evelyn wants. That’s what Aaron wants. It seems that the only one that wishes to live in any sort of relative peace is Connor. He doesn’t particularly care for Jeremiah either, but at least he’s content to live the way he does. 

But what if Jeremiah
is
responsible for killing my parents? Am I justified to make war against him? I guess it just depends how involved he truly was. He’s been made out to be a monster, but Evelyn and her crew have failed to show me exactly what it is that makes Jeremiah the monster that needs slaying. They speak in generalizations. They never tell me the full truth.
In time
, they say.