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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by A.K. Koonce
Also by Aleera Anaya Ceres
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About Aleera Anaya Ceres
Surviving Hallow Hill
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ONE
W e run as far as Hyde will let us, it seems. We meet the shining
golden wall within an hour, and it’s like Sialen and I have the same
idea. As does the dragon man and a few of the petite women clad in
violet jumpsuits like ourselves.
Kira doesn't come through.
The one person I tried to save, I abandoned.
I fucking hate myself right now.
The women, they’re banshees. Their arms are spindly, their nails
curved and black with pointed tips. Their plump lips are large, and
when they speak, sharp, vicious teeth can be seen between words.
“We’re safe here with our backs protected by the wall, but we
don’t want to corner ourselves either,” dragon man informs us as if
I’m not already aware.
The three women nod. It’s then that I do a small count of our
group.
Six. There are six of us left.
Six of us against hundreds of them.
We won’t make it through the night by holding too much faith in
an academy-built wall. Fuck that. We need a plan.
“What’s your strength?” I ask the women.
Their long green hair shifts around their angled faces as they
smile sharp smirks at one another.
“Our mouths, of course,” the middle one says, and she slides her
tongue across her weapon of teeth.
Their screams are deadly, they can sense when death is near . . .
Are they cannibals, too?
I vomit a bit in my mouth and try not to dwell on what the idea
of rotting flesh might taste like.
“And you,” Sia tilts his chin at the man with the scaly tail
sweeping between his legs.
Tail Boy shifts his golden eyes toward us as if he’s too high above
our kind to even explain himself or his powers.
“I’m wise,” Reptile Tail says bluntly.
Wow.
Surviving this man’s ego might be the real challenge.
“Great,” Sialen mumbles with so much sarcasm I can taste it in
the air before brushing the guy off entirely and checking the trees
once more.
Violent screams still kiss the horizon. The creatures seem busy
feeding off of the flesh of our fallen coeds.
Possibly even Kira.
While we waste time belittling each other.
“Anything else? You got anything else that might help us right
now?” I bark out, pivoting on the heel of my boot to face the man
who’s much too tall for me to really be glaring down at the moment.
His lips curl and before he even says more, his shoulders flex.
And with that small gesture, his jumpsuit tatters away around his
broad back.
Just as deep green wings flash out behind him. With my mouth
hanging open, I wait for the dragon inside of him to make an
appearance.
But it never does.
Massive wings loom around him, shadowing his hard physique as
he glares at me.
He isn’t a shifter at all, at least, not fully. He’s a hybrid: half-man,
half-dragon, and so he can only take on a mere aspect of the beast.
“Like I said, I’m wise. I’m wise enough to check our
surroundings. If you’d have taken the time to look up, you’d find
that there are divots in the wall. They’re not quite low enough for
the average person to reach. And with each one, they’re spaced
farther and farther apart. It’s mental torture to imagine escape. Even
a flyer like myself would die of dehydration before reaching the top.”
“How is that helpful right now?” I snap back at the arrogant
cock-flobber.
He takes a daunting step toward me, and it stuns me when
Sialen shifts between us. Tension twists his solid body into a thing of
fearless strength.
He’s distracting. I don’t need a protector. Why is he doing this?
Why did I have to go and make things even more complicated
between us?
“Because we don’t need an escape. We need time.” Dragon Dude
tilts his head arrogantly. “And those divots can’t be reached by man
or monster. So, we need to buy our time there.”
“You mean hide?” the Sekar in front of me says with so much
disgust, it’s like a foul taste on my own tongue.
Dragon Dick takes a menacing step towards Sia, literal steam
blooming from his nostrils. His posture is menacing, his chest puffed,
and the testosterone in the air is so fucking prominent, I know it
won’t be long until they start swinging fists.
That’s the last thing we need right now.
I sidle in between the two, holding my hands out before they can
go at each other.
My palm collides with Dragon Dude’s chest, and I swear, if I’d
have pressed any harder, I would’ve broken my fucking fingers.
Ow.
He needs to calm down on the gym membership for a while.
“Alright, Charizard.” I pierce him with a glare. “Settle down.”
“Charizard . . .” he murmurs, his eyes flicking up to the sky like
he’s trying to search through that reptilian brain of his to find out
where he’s heard of that name before.
He obviously comes up blank.
White steam curls from his nose unhappily, and he huffs a
breath.
Once I can tell both he and Sia are calm, I speak. “Look, we’re in
a fucked-up situation, and we have no idea what’s going on. I think
hiding in one of those wall caves isn’t such a bad idea . . . for now,”
I add when Sia growls in my direction.
Seriously?
Asshole.
“We need to gather our strength and assess the situation, scope
out the enemy.” I give Sia a glare. This is what Krist had us doing
every night. Killing people. What makes this any different?
It’s not.
Once again, I’m thrown into a fucked-up situation I have no
control over. Only this time, I have my sword, so I’m not entirely
helpless. And for now, I have this team.
And I’ll do anything to survive.
I slide my blade through a belt loop along my jump suit and take
a slow breath. “You and I both know it’s not smart to go in there
blindly.”
As if the fucked-up Hallow is in tune with my words, echoing
screams and dying gurgles ring out like the soundtrack to this
fucked-up place.
Ah, the sweet scent of death.
No, I’m not being sarcastic.
My sword even hums with delight at the sound. It can feel all the
souls of the dying, and it just wants to slurp them up to fuel its own
selfish desires.
Not today, buddy.
I can almost feel it growl like an irritable puppy.
“So, how are we getting up there?” My palm meets the hilt of my
sword, and I stroke it to calm it down while my eyes stray up the
wall and the divots.
From here, they look like mere specks, but I have no doubt that
my buddy Charizard over here can see further than I can and can
gauge their real sizes.
Charizard’s wings span out at my question, drawing my attention
to them. They’re scarred and brutal, covered in scales and thick
muscle. Just the sight of them makes me ache.
They make me think of Rue, of Styx.
Oh, Lady of Death, Styx. My knees almost buckle.
Now that darkness descends, the cries of the dying sound louder
in my ears.
Fuck, what if Rue’s hurt? What if Styx is hurt?
A feral sensation rises up inside me that I can’t describe. Styx, I
need to protect him. I need to fucking find him.
Both of them.
My gaze spans out to the shadows and chaos below. He’s down
there somewhere. He could be hurt, bleeding. I’ll go in there and
reap every last fucking soul of this place if I fucking have to—
We’re safe, chère.
My head snaps up. “Rue?” I say this aloud, earning an annoyed
glance from Charizard, mocking titters from the banshees, and a
curious stare from Sia.
My face flushes, so I turn away from them as if I’m taking a
private call.
What’s going on? Where are you? Where’s Styx? Are you hurt?
Fucking tell me!
A chuckle breezes through my mind like the softest whisper of
wind. Then comes the phantom feel of claws grazing gently down
my back. I have to fight back a shiver.
Relax, chère. Styx is with me. He is alive and unharmed. Contrary
to what your alpha instincts will have you believe, he is quite
capable of taking care of himself. We’ve got us a little bet going on
who can kill the m—
Save it. Tell me where you are. I don’t want to hear how much
danger Styx has been in. If I do, I just might explode and go after
him despite the danger.
We’re safe. With the Blood Pack; bunch of lunatics and cannibals.
They keep calling you guys the Extinction Pack. Seems you’re the
rarest of the rare. But I already knew that about my chère.
I feel my head spin. Rue!
He chuckles, and his Cajun-French accent thickens with humor.
Calm down. We will be fine. I’m trying to tell you that if you come to
us, you will not be. They’ll take one look at that pretty little body in
that violet jumpsuit and cream themselves right before they murder
you.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. You’re such a—wait, how do
you know what color jumpsuit I’m wearing.
I saw you, he purrs. We are bonded, you and I. And that
jumpsuit . . . Hmm . . . I hear the subtle sound of a mocking slurp
and a kiss. Delicious, the way it hugs your every curve like a second
skin, the way it molds onto the curves of your ass. Makes me want
to bite your ass cheeks.
A flush heats my face, and I stammer internally. Is that a thing
you’re into?
His chuckle is my only response before all goes quiet in my mind.
Perhaps he’s caring for Styx or talking to his team members. I’ll ask
him about the abrupt ending later. After we get into one of those
little caves.
I guess for now, I’ll have to trust in Rue to keep Styx safe and
guarded. I hate relinquishing that control, but I trust Rue with my
life and not just because it's tethered so tightly to his.
I’ve never been able to say that about anyone before.
I turn to face my teammates and clap my hands softly together.
“Alright, so what are we—”
My words are cut off by the soft growl in my ear. Come for me.
The impact of my orgasm has me doubling over and gasping in
breaths, palms pressed to my thighs in an attempt to keep me
upright.
“Oh, fuck—ahhhhh, oooh . . .” I can’t help the way my orgasm
screams out of my mouth. The pleasure is almost too much inside
me, rippling in tiny bursting aftershocks all through my body.
Once it ebbs, I’m almost too embarrassed to stand up, but I do,
my face flushed brightly and Rue’s laughter in my mind.
Charizard looks at me strangely. “Did you just—”
“She did,” Sia interrupts. “It’s her thing. Now will you stop fucking
staring and get us up there, Wing Boy?”
I’m going to fucking kill you, I growl to Rue.
Aw, I needed the sound of your moans to get me through this
lonely night, chère.
Bastard.
“Riighttt . . .” Charizard is staring at me strangely. The expression
lasts a moment before he’s all business and turns to one of the
banshees. “You first,” he growls. After wrapping her in his tight grip,
his wings shoot out and flap. A gust of wind rushes over us, his
knees bend, and then he’s soaring through the air.
I watch as he goes up and becomes little more than a speck in
the darkening sky.
My whole body is tense as I wait for him to come back down. He
takes the banshees up first, and when I’m alone with Sia, his fingers
slide down the length of my arm. “Rue and Styx okay?” he asks on a
soft whisper.
My gaze snaps to him, but he’s not staring at me. He’s looking up
at the heavy wing beats becoming smaller and smaller with each
stroke. But the thing is, he doesn’t have to be looking at me for me
to know.
I have always thought of Sialen as mysterious. But what if what’s
inside him isn’t a mystery at all? He’s like me. He keeps everything
so tightly locked inside him that he’s hardened along the edges, and
it’s not that he’s forgotten how to care, it’s just he doesn’t show his
emotions because that’s the easiest way to lose what you care
about.
And he fucking cares.
It warms my little otaku heart.
“They’re fine. On the Blood Pack team.”
He grunts, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips. “Aww,”
I tease. “You care.”
He grunts, and then there’s silence again. I can’t stand it. It has
me fidgeting uncomfortably in place. I usually ignore the brooding of
the man beside me, but after all we’ve been through together, this
whole fucked-up situation, it has me anxious.
“Have you ever heard of this place before?” I ask. “The
Hallow . . .”
His arms cross against his chest like he’s steeling himself for an
uncomfortable conversation. “In passing,” he murmurs. “Nothing in
detail. I’ve heard the name whispered. It was like an urban legend
at the academy. A place they sent the supernaturals who didn’t
know how to behave.”
And we just landed ass-first into the thick of it.
Fucking great.
“What’s the purpose of this game?” Fierce wing beats almost
silence my question. Air blasts over my face, and I squint at the sky
as Charizard descends once again.
“I don’t know,” Sia confesses before the dragon’s feet touch the
ground. “But we’ll find out soon enough.”
THREE
“I’ ll take first watch ,” Charizard growls. His shoulders are so tense,
I swear there’s a stick shoved up his ass and through his spine. And
that’s how he stands, looking out into the screaming night,
observing the chaos ripping across the horizon.
The divot within the wall is a ledge the size of a small room. Just
large enough to lie down and catch your breath and think you might
actually survive in this misery-ridden place.
The three emerald-haired banshees all stretch in unison before
tangling their thin arms around one another and making a pile of
dames of death on the smooth, golden floor. Their long lashes don’t
flutter once the moment their eyes are closed.
What’s that like: sleeping soundly without fear?
I’ll probably never know.
“Come. Sleep,” Sia whispers, his breath so close that it kisses the
line of my jaw so, so close to my neck.
I don’t dare move. If I move, I’ll angle my neck up for him, lean
into him. And make myself look even more like a fool, as far as my
Sekar friend and I are concerned.
My entire body is so tense as I shift awkwardly around him that I
almost feel guilty for judging Dragon Boy Z. Like a short-fused robot,
I jarringly lower to the floor. The cold metal kisses my fingertips, and
I don’t know what possesses me to look up, but I’m eye level with
Sialen’s hips, erotically gazing up through my lashes at the heat in
his eyes.
And the sparks between us are ablaze.
On FUCKING FIRE.
A terrified breath shoves from my lungs.
Why are we like this? Why does our magic react like this? Why—
why does my heart react like this?
I’m a fucking idiot.
I lie flat and clench my eyes closed. I should be thinking about
those monsters. And this game. And everyone whose lives are at
stake. And—
And then his rough palm skims ever so lightly over my abdomen.
The heat of his tense breath wafts through my hair and along my
skin. Strong biceps flex around me and then pull me closer, harder
against his chest.
My heart is pounding for me to notice him. It’s knocking for me
to pay attention to this beautiful, broken man.
Instead, I clench my eyes closed once more. And pretend I don’t
notice the absurdly sexy man wrapped so damn perfectly around
me.
I won't do it. I won’t make myself look stupid again. I won’t pry
further into what his touch means. I won't. I refuse. I’m too
stubborn.
“I love you, too, Em” he whispers painfully.
And fuck my stubborn resolve.
Soft, gentle lips press promisingly over the back of my spine, just
above the hard metal and against the smooth, sensitive flesh there.
Every nerve ending in my body violently collides at once with the
sweet feel of his mouth against my skin.
The breath in my lungs is gone, and I’m not even aware that it’s
missing. Air is suddenly meaningless.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I . . . I didn’t know how to
respond. No one’s ever said that to me before,” he confesses so
quietly the breath of his words ghosts around the cavernous space.
He didn’t know how to respond? How far from love do you have
to be to not know the typical response to I love you?
I twist in his arms and gaze into the broken, steely eyes of the
only other last remaining Sekar in this world.
My heart shivers at the verge of shattering.
He’s so far from love, he has no idea what it feels like.
Until now.
His head dips; his pale hair teases against my inky locks.
And then his lips seal to mine. Hesitant. Uncertain. Fearful.
Every single thing that Sialen isn’t is shyly pressed between the
meld of our lips. And I taste it. I tasted all the things he never shows
anyone. I take hold of those sweet emotions with both hands as my
fingers thrust through his hair, and I pull him harder against me.
It’s a bitter pleasure, the way our magic burns within my chest.
Mingling and igniting to find a path for us to travel.
Together.
The idea of sharing a path within anyone, it’s terrifying.
But I want it.
I want him.
Even as he pulls back, with burning colors lighting up his dark,
steely eyes. It’s a lustful look of power. It’s beautiful the way he
looks at me.
It almost chases out all that fear of the uncertainty.
Almost.
“Witch. It’s your turn,” A growling voice orders.
Heavy boots kick at the ground as the dragon man storms past
the two of us, glaring daggers at the way we’re wound together.
I don’t even blame him, if I’m being honest. My hormones are
fucked right now. There are screams of death and destruction in the
distance, and I’m dry humping Sialen’s leg like it’s the last orgasm I’ll
ever have in this miserable life.
Get some perspective, Emmera.
Without shame, but with a new-founded self-awareness, I stand
and make my way to the ledge of the wall. With the fading sunlight,
it no longer shines with golden wealth and prosperity. It’s dull. The
pretentious allure the academy always throws into everything can’t
be seen in the darkness. It’s something they’ll never understand: no
matter how much you force your fake appearance of perfection on
people, the pretty shine always dulls.
“What’s your name, anyway?” Sia asks as he sits up and gives
Charizard a moment of real camaraderie.
What a fucking waste.
One of us will be dead by tomorrow.
It’s easier if we know as little as possible about one another.
“Dom,” he says carefully, like he doesn’t even trust the Sekar
with his name.
He acts like we’re fae instead of witches.
“So, Dom the Dragon, what’s your plan?” I ask flatly, leaning into
the wall and getting as comfortable as I can without actually getting
comfortable enough to sleep.
I feel his glare heat across the back of my skull, but I feign
ignorance and stare on at the darkening skyline. From here, I can’t
tell where the jagged crack in the earth lies. Only miles of trees and
a span of inky water far off in the distance can be seen.
“My plan is to attack.”
Good plan. Good plan.
A little vague, but hopefully Dom the Dragon can explain how he
plans to attack the corpse monsters. He does, in fact, elaborate. “If
you noticed, the walking dead didn’t come after us when they
thought we were going to kill the man in red. They wanted us to.
They gave us a chance to kill one another. And when we didn’t, they
did it for us.”
Wait. Timeout. Come a-fucking-gain?
I spin so fast on my heels that I expect to startle him, but his
cocky gaze is as calm as ever. And he’s staring me down the way I’m
staring him down.
“You want to kill the other teams?” My teeth grind together hard
as I close my mouth and force myself to let him correct himself.
Because he must have misspoken.
“Yes,” he says without apology.
“No,” I counter, my feet striding the small space toward him
without a second thought.
He stands the moment I’m close, and the calm in our little golden
cave has blown to shit as he tenses as hard as I’m tensing. Though
not a sound is made, hissing of feminine threats kisses the air,
stinging my ear drums with the quiet whisper of danger.
Banshees.
Sialen’s feet scuff the floor, and I feel his body close to mine. He
doesn’t say a word.
“They want to save the strongest. They want the strongest to
prove themselves. Either we fuckin’ prove it, or we all die lying
down.” Dom’s head cocks to the side. “And I’m too damn strong to
die without a fight. Make the first move. Break into their hiding spot
before they overtake ours.”
My nails bite into my palms at the thought of him eliminating the
other teams. Kira. What if he gets Kira? He’s fucking massive. Rue
and Styx are powerful, but . . . what if it’s not enough?
I won’t risk it.
I—I need a better plan.
My plan.
“Okay,” I whisper with as much serenity as I can force into the
simple word.
A line creases between his thick dark eyebrows, but he doesn’t
press me. I nod. He nods. Composure, if forced, between two deadly
supernaturals once more.
We’re all in agreement.
We’ll find their hiding spot. Dom will try to kill my mates. My
friends.
And I’ll kill him first.
FOUR
Representing Christ between SS. Peter and Paul; also Christ as the Lamb, and the
faithful as Lambs—Jews and Gentiles coming from Jerusalem and Bethlehem
(Becle) to Mount Sion, whence flow the four Evangelical Streams, united in the
Mystical Jordan.
We may still further add, that the cycle of scriptural subjects was
somewhat enlarged by the sculptors; at least, we do not know of any
paintings in the Catacombs which represent our Lord giving sight to
the blind, or raising the dead child to life, or healing the woman who
touched the hem of His garment; or His nativity, His triumphant entry
into Jerusalem, or certain scenes of His Passion; yet all these, and
some others besides, may be seen carved on the old Christian
monuments collected in the Lateran Museum at Rome and
elsewhere. The sarcophagus which has the representation of the
Nativity, and with the traditional ox and ass by the manger, has its
own date upon it, a.d. 343; but, as we are not here writing a
complete history of Christian art, it must suffice to have given this
general idea of its earliest efforts both in painting and sculpture.
CHAPTER VI.
THEIR INSCRIPTIONS.