Echo (6 page)

“For this.” I roll over to face him, flattening my palm against his taut bare chest, aware of his heart beating against it. “I refuse to feel guilty for us—for pausing the hunt to be with you.” My gaze burns on his, wanting so badly for the words to be true. But with so much chaos occurring around us, it’s a pretty tough sale. Still, I go on to add, “I’ve been down here for hours. I was an exhausted wreck when Raven led me to you. And look, the spring really did heal me.” I wiggle my finger as proof, smiling when he latches onto it, curls his around it.

“Daire, you don’t have to make excuses,” he says. “Love is the highest energy of all. It needs no forgiveness, no apology.”

“I like when you say it.” I grin. “In fact, I was wondering when you’d get around to it.”

He laughs, tossing his head back and exposing a glorious column of neck. “That’s a pretty big declaration to put out there, you know. Guess I wanted to be sure there was a chance it might be reciprocated.”

I study him closely. Amused he couldn’t see what I thought was so clear. “Did you seriously doubt me?” I slide my leg across his, reveling in the deliciousness of his skin.

He smiles softly, focusing his gaze on the vines overhead. He summons a glorious red bloom to his fingers and tucks it into my hair. “You can be a little guarded sometimes—a little tough to read.” He shrugs.

“Oh yeah?” I grin. “Then tell me, Dace Whitefeather, how would you read
this
?” I pull him back to me.

He replies with a kiss.

seven

“I’m glad this place was spared.” I pull my sweater back over my head, as Dace pulls on his jeans. “It really is enchanted, able to heal itself—just like it healed me.”

I look to Dace for confirmation, but he’s no longer listening, his attention’s been claimed.

“What is it?” I start toward him, halting when he turns, presses a finger to his lips, then continues creeping ahead.

I snatch my jacket from the ground, shrug it onto my shoulders, and rush to catch up. Nearly smacking into his back when he stops without warning, only to peer past his shoulder and find a familiar coyote with gleaming red eyes and Dace’s twin brother Cade standing beside it.

So this is where he’s been all this time.

His ultimate plan—despite a few hitches—has been a success.

Those undead Richters—initially fueled on the pure love and goodness of Paloma’s soul, which allowed them to breach the Lowerworld—a world long denied them—have managed to wreak just enough havoc, just enough damage and corruption, to allow Cade the admittance he sought all along.

Clearly reminded of the last time we met when he ripped a hole in my jeans and I reciprocated by slamming my foot in his snout, Coyote lowers his head, flattens his ears, and springs into attack. His burning red gaze fixed on mine, he comes at me in a blur of glistening fangs and razor-sharp claws. Jaw gaping wide as though starved for my flesh, about to claim a piece, when Dace shoves before me, offering himself in my place.

I shriek in horror, regain my footing, and try to intervene, only to have Dace drive his shoulder into mine and push me away once again. Somehow managing to stand his ground, as Coyote descends on him in a snarling rage. Clamping hard on Dace’s arm, he tears at his flesh, savagely biting him again and again, until Cade calls him off by grabbing the beast by the neck and dragging him back to his side. Leaving Dace’s arm a mess of bite marks and blood I try to attend to, but his pride won’t allow it.

Sparing an impassive glance at Dace’s wound, Cade says, “A noble display, brother. Very noble indeed. And yet also incredibly, absurdly naïve.” He makes a face of disdain, then turns to me with an icy-blue gaze fixed on the bloom still tucked in my hair. “Trust me when I say you couldn’t protect her if you tried. Only I can do that.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you want?” Dace presses his mangled sleeve hard against the wound in a vain attempt to stanch the flow of blood. Confused by his brother’s sudden appearance, the strange tone he’s adopting, the invasive look that he gives me. So uninformed, so out of the loop, I can’t help but curse Chepi. Leftfoot too. They should’ve told him. Heck,
I
should’ve told him. But now it’s too late. Leaving no choice but to see where Cade leads.

“I think a better question is—what are
you
doing here? Aren’t you scheduled to work?” Cade tilts his head, staring hard at his brother, as my gaze veers between them.

They share the same strong brow, the same high cheekbones, square chin, and generous well-shaped mouth. Yet their demeanors are so different it’s easy to forget they’re identical twins. Dace is tense and confused, while Cade remains confident, poised, all too aware he’s in charge.

“Not to worry.” Cade waves it away. “I’ll find a way to cover. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for me. In fact, I should thank you—though I probably won’t. Expressing appreciation isn’t really my thing.”

Dace narrows his gaze, keeping a wary eye on Coyote, as he clutches hard at his arm with blood-slickened fingers.

“You have no idea what’s going on here, do you?” Cade smirks. Spikes a hand through tousled black hair that’s an exact match to Dace’s in both texture and color, though Cade keeps his shorter. “Guess Chepi never got around to telling you. And it looks like your girlfriend didn’t bother to fill you in either. Speaking of—hello, Daire.” He flashes me an insincere smile—the kind that used to melt the hearts of all the girls at Milagro, or at least until they got their souls back. Holding the look for so long, I fight not to squirm under the weight of it. “You’re looking quite …
radiant
. Guess it’s safe to assume you two enjoyed your little retreat?”

At the sound of his words, my entire body goes tense. Veering close to full-blown panic when he gestures toward the place just behind us.

“You know, your little oasis. Your
Enchanted
Spring. Same one you used to dream about, right?” He flicks his tongue across his front teeth, leering at me. “I staged it especially for you. Doubled the amount of bubbles and flowers, made the lawn just a little bit
springier
—which I thought made for a nice romantic touch. Judging by the flush at your cheeks, you thought so too.”

My breath stills. My hands grow clammy and cold. And when I reach for Dace, I find he’s experiencing the same physical reactions as me.

“What’s going on? What is this?” Dace looks between us, his expression pained and confused, while I remain silent. Knowing only part of the story. His brother holds the key.

“You want the short version or the long version?” Cade fishes in the pocket of his brown suede jacket, retrieving a silver-and-turquoise lighter along with a cigarette he shakes free of its pack.

“I want the truth,” Dace says, his jaw so clenched he’s forced to grind out the words.

“You sure you can handle it?” Cade lifts a brow, flicks the lighter’s metal wheel with the pad of his thumb. The resulting flame illuminating his blank empty eyes in a way that chills me to the core. “After all, the women in your life didn’t seem to think so.”

Dace curses under his breath, advances on his brother, ready to end this before it begins.

The sight of it prompting Cade to laugh, as he says, “Relax, brother. No need for big shows of false intimidation. Truly.” Seeing Dace take another step forward, he rolls his eyes and adds, “Trust me and do as I say. I’m only trying to save you from yourself. Whether you like it or not, you and I are connected in ways you cannot imagine, and it’s time you learned the truth.”

Dace pauses, stopping halfway between his twin and me. It’s enough to allow Cade to continue.

“See, we’re not just twins, brother—we’re a split soul. Identical on the surface and yet very different inside. They tell me yours is the good and pure half.” He makes a face of exaggerated gagging distaste. “While mine is pure only in its darkness—evil to the bone. Though it’s really of no interest to me.” He shrugs to illustrate his indifference. “
Evil
is just an unimaginative label used by pathetic losers who never accomplish anything interesting in their dull wretched lives. They cling to their false beliefs—use it to shore themselves up. Convincing themselves they’ll someday be rewarded for living a useless life of no conceivable consequence—while I’m doomed to an afterlife spent burning in hell.” He slips his cigarette between parted lips and takes a long drag, exhaling as he says, “Tell me, brother, do I look worried to you?”

Dace remains silent, still. His expression guarded, though notably lacking the shock I would’ve expected.

“Truth is, they can’t bear to see the truth. Can’t bear to face the fact that their lives are worthless, and their suffering pointless. So they exalt themselves with false promises—while wagging a finger at me. Idiots.” He laughs as though greatly amused by the folly. “Make no mistake, it is
I
who will inherit the earth. It’s my destiny. It’s what I was specifically designed to do. You see, our father, Leandro, is a powerful sorcerer who set out to make a perfect heir, which he did.” He runs a flattering hand over himself, the tip of his cigarette sparking and flaring as it works its way down. “On the Day of the Dead, when the veil between the living and deceased is lifted, he called upon some of our long-dead ancestors to work a little black magick on our mother. You and I are the result of their handiwork. Only Leandro didn’t plan for you. His goal was simply to split the soul in two—nurturing the dark half while extinguishing the light. But something went wrong, and he accidentally made you as well. For years we considered you a deviant aberration—an embarrassment to the Richter El Coyote clan. We thought you were worthless, of little value or use. Hell, it wasn’t long ago when I begged Leandro to let me kill you.” His gaze turns inward, as he muses at the memory. Returning to Dace when he says, “He was just about to give in, when I stumbled across some interesting information hinting that you are far more useful than we ever imagined. Turns out, you have a purpose far greater than embarrassing us…”

He pauses dramatically, relishing the way he’s claimed our attention. And I can hardly believe that it’s here—the answer I’ve been seeking—or at least one of them anyway.

Cade drags on his cigarette, squinting as he exhales a series of perfectly round smoke rings he pauses to admire. Purposely delaying the reveal, if only to prove he’s in charge. “As it turns out, you were born to help us achieve our destiny. It’s the reason you survived. You see, you … my brother … are the Echo.”

I cast a nervous glance toward Dace, seeing him shudder, as a jolt of anxiety shoots through my limbs. Needing to hear what comes next but dreading the reveal all the same.

“You are the Echo of me—and I am the Echo of you. We share the kind of connection I am only just beginning to understand. While I’m far too dark to personally experience this supposedly wondrous emotion you refer to as
love
—as it turns out, the love you hold for Daire and the love she holds for you allows me a sort of all-access pass. The Seeker loves you, and you love the Seeker.” He spreads his arms wide and bows low before us. Rising with a flourish, he says, “I couldn’t have asked for anything better! And now, thanks to a little smoke and mirrors on my part, a little tweak in your perception, you’ve not only seen fit to declare your love—but also to share it.”

“You were
watching
?” Dace rushes him in outrage, failing to stop even when Coyote lunges for him yet again. His razor-sharp fangs veering for Dace’s other arm, intending to maul it as well, when Cade catches him in midflight and hauls him back to his side.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Cade balks, makes a face of outraged distaste. “Trust me when I say I couldn’t bear the sight of it. The very thought of your tender moment makes me ill. Though make no mistake.” His face hardens, turning his eyes to mere slits. “I’m always aware. I know
everything
about you, brother. It’d be smart of you to never forget that.”

“You’re crazy!” Dace roars, oblivious to the continuous trail of blood that streams to his wrist, over his fingers, before mixing with the dirt at his feet. “You’re a freak!”

He lunges again, but Cade shakes his head and shoves his palm square in the middle of Dace’s chest. Holding him off with only one hand in a show of unexpected brute strength that sets me on edge. With a final drag of his cigarette, he flicks it to his feet and gives Dace a backward shove, saying, “No, brother, you’re wrong. I’m well beyond labels. I transcend anything your small mind can conceive. I’m simply superior—to you and everyone else—as I’ve already explained.”

Dace stares hard at his brother, as Coyote stares hard at him, ready to attack at the first sign from Cade.

“Though that’s not to say I’m not glad you enjoyed your little lovefest.” Cade grins in a way that comes off looking creepy, obscene. “In my own way, I guess you could say I enjoyed it too. There’s just so much positivity and love in the air it’s as though I’m completely
transformed
!”

His eyes level on mine. Those icy-blue irises banded by gold appearing nearly identical to his twin’s. Though unlike Dace’s kaleidoscope gaze that reflects everything in its vicinity—Cade’s eyes are empty. Nonreflective. A fathomless abyss absorbing the essence of all that it sees.

And now they’re absorbing me.

Tugging on my soul.

Siphoning my energy.

Determined to drain me, while hinting at something far too horrible to speak.

His gaze deepens, features lifting in triumph, as he says, “Oh yes, Santos, I’m afraid it’s all true. While you think you can refuse to work with me—while you think you can refuse the generous offer I’ve made you—what you fail to realize is that you’ve been working for me all along. Since well before you arrived in Enchantment. Dace and I are two halves of a whole. Connected. Intertwined. Which means the love you feel for him—in thought, deed, even in your dreams—it all serves to strengthen me. I’m the beneficiary of every kind and loving emotion you have toward each other. Same goes for the sexy thoughts too.”