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  Rogue

  By Karen Lynch

  Text Copyright @ 2015 Karen A Lynch

  Cover Copyright @ 2015 Karen A Lynch

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover Designer: Nikos Lima

  To John Beattie

  “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”

  ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

  About Rogue

  Sara Grey is done hiding and done being afraid. The Master thinks he has her running scared, but she’s taking matters into her own hands and taking her life back. With the help of her friends, she sets out to find the one person who can answer her questions about her past, and who may be able to lead them to the Master.

  On her journey, Sara faces new challenges and dangers, and learns that the world of good and evil is not as clear cut as she had believed. She makes new friends, unexpected allies, and reconnects with people from her past. As her powers continue to change and grow, she transforms from a struggling girl into a strong young warrior.

  But at what cost? How much is Sara willing to sacrifice in her need for independence and her quest for the truth? And will her newfound strength be enough to save her and the people she loves when she finally comes face-to-face with her powerful nemesis? Nothing could have prepared her for what is to come, and it will take everything in her to survive the final test of courage and love.

  Acknowledgements

  First, I want to thank my family and friends for their love and support and their belief in me. Next, I have to thank my readers for giving my books a chance and going on this amazing journey with me. You are the reason I write. I also have to thank my editor, Kelly, my beta readers, and my very talented cover artist, Nikos. Thank you to Rana Hillis for giving me the name for Draegan the demon, one of the more interesting demons in this book. Finally, I want to send a special thank you to my PA, Sara Meadows, and the dedicated and wonderful readers who run the Mohiri group: Jeff, Rana, Sara, Jeannie and Shannon (who loves Nikolas as much as I do).

  Table of Contents

  About Rogue

  Acknowledgements

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Author Note

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  “Oh my God! I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

  “M-me?” I wobbled on stiff legs toward the dilapidated building that used to be the Butler Falls lumber mill. My wet clothes hung heavily on me, and the cold wind was an icy lash across my face. If my teeth chattered any harder they would surely break. “You’re the one wh-who insisted on coming along.”

  Jordan huffed as she caught up to me in three long strides, her short blond hair flattened wetly against her head. She passed me and pushed open the wooden door, which groaned loudly on its rusty hinges. By the time I entered the building she had shed her wet coat and pulled a small flashlight from the plastic bag she carried. She set the flashlight down on an overturned wooden barrel and began stripping off her clothes.

  Shivering violently, I pulled off my own wet clothes. My numb fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans for thirty seconds before it finally came undone. Down to my bra and panties, I ripped open the plastic bag I had tucked inside my coat and pulled out dry clothes and sneakers. My breath fogged the air around me as I struggled to pull the jeans up my damp legs, and I nearly fell over from the effort.

  Jordan swung her flashlight in my direction, momentarily blinding me. “You said you could keep us warm in the river, but you forgot to mention that I’d freeze my ass off when we got here.”

  I sighed when my thick sweater settled over my body. It wasn’t as warm as a coat, but it was a vast improvement over wet clothes. I slipped on my dry socks and sneakers before I straightened up to answer her. “I said I could get us down the river, and here we are. Okay, I forgot one tiny detail. You have to admit it was a brilliant plan.”

  “Bloody genius.” I couldn’t see her face behind the flashlight, but I knew she was wearing her signature smirk. “If we don’t die from exposure, this will go down as the most awesome getaway ever! I still can’t believe what you did back there. Or that we just rode that crazy river all the way to town and we’re still alive to talk about it. They’ll be talking about this one for years.”

  “You know me, wild and unpredictable.” I picked up my plastic bag, which still contained a folded blue T-shirt, and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans under my sweater. From an inside pocket of my wet coat I pulled my sheathed silver dagger, which I also tucked inside my jeans. I didn’t have to ask Jordan if she had weapons on her. She probably wore a knife to bed.

  “I’m starting to believe you’re capable of anything.” She lowered the flashlight. “Do you think they know we’re gone?”

  I wrung the water from my ponytail and started for the door. “Yes – or they will soon enough. And you know the first place they’ll look is town. We need to get a move on before he... they get here.”

  Jordan followed me outside. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near Nikolas when he realizes you gave him the slip. He’s going to lose it. I’m telling you now, if he catches up with us, I’m using you for a shield. He’ll be too focused on you to start raging at me.”

  “Wow, what a friend.” I blew on my hands and rubbed them together before tucking them under my arms. Why hadn’t I thought to bring a pair of gloves? And a cap? Peering through the darkness, I saw the faint outline of a road to my left, and I started jogging in that direction.

  Jordan ran beside me. “I happen to have a strong survival instinct, which is why you asked me to come with you.”

  A laugh burst from me. “I didn’t ask you. You blackmailed me, remember?”

  “I merely pointed out that you might have cool powers but you can’t fight for shit, and you’ll need someone with my skills out here.”

  “You also said you’d tell Nikolas what I was planning if I didn’t let you come.”

  She coughed. “Um, I wouldn’t really have done that. I just didn’t want to stay there with you gone and Liv...”

  “I know.” We fell silent, neither of us ready to talk about Olivia. I’d known Olivia for only month, but her death had affected me deeply. I knew Jordan was grieving the loss of her friend even though she kept it inside.

  The road was dark and the night was quiet except for the sound of our breath and our feet slapping the pavement. After five minutes, it felt like my hair was frozen to my scalp, but at least the exercise was warming the rest of my body. It was another five minutes before we hit the main road. Fear of being out in the open made us quicken our pace, and I was panting heavily by the time we reached the farmhouse belonging to the only person I knew in Butler Falls.

  Jordan rang the doorbell and Derek Mason opened it to stare at us with wide eyes. “What happened to you two?” He ushered us inside and the wave of heat made my cold face tingle. “Where are your coats, and why is your hair wet?”

  “Long story.” Jordan walked over to stand in front of the blazing fire in the living room. “I thought your friend Wes was goin
g to be here.”

  “He’ll be here at six. It’s only quarter ‘til.” Derek looked from Jordan to me like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of us. “You girls must be freezing. Do you want a blanket or something hot to drink? I can make some hot chocolate or tea.”

  I gave him a grateful smile. “Hot chocolate would be awesome. And I wouldn’t mind a hair dryer if you have one.”

  “Sure. There’s one in the bathroom at the end of the hall upstairs. I’ll put the kettle on.” Derek was a great host. I’d met him at a party here two weeks ago, and he had gone out of his way to make us feel at home. Of course, that was before his best friends showed up as newly-made vampires and tried to kill us. Thank God, Derek didn’t remember any of that. The Mohiri healers had used a drug to modify his memories, and he thought his bruises were from falling from the loft while giving Jordan and me a tour of the barn. I had no idea what story Tristan had come up with to account for Derek’s missing friends.

  Within five minutes, Jordan and I were cradling mugs of steaming hot chocolate, and I was warm for the first time since I’d left the river. We sat in the living room where Jordan and Derek kept up a steady conversation, while I watched the clock and waited for Derek’s friend to arrive.

  At five minutes after six, a knock came at the door, and I was so jittery I nearly spilled hot chocolate over me. A tall blond man in his early twenties let himself in. I recognized him from the party. Derek reintroduced us to Wes, and we wasted no time in getting down to business.

  “You got the money I transferred this morning?” Jordan asked Wes.

  “I did, thanks.” He reached inside his coat and pulled out some folded papers. “Here’s the title and registration. I filled the tank and checked the oil. She’s good to go.”

  “Perfect.” I stood and carried my mug to the kitchen. “Thanks for taking care of this on such short notice, Wes. And thanks for the hot chocolate, Derek.”

  Derek followed me. “You seem to be in a hurry. Is everything okay?”

  I rinsed my cup and faced him. He looked genuinely concerned, and I tried to think of something to reassure him.

  Jordan answered for me. “We’re supposed to meet some friends in Boise tonight.” The dazzling smile she turned on Derek made him forget whatever he was going to say, and he merely nodded instead. I hid my smile. Jordan was lethal in more ways than one.

  Wes laughed. “Something tells me Boise better watch out.”

  “You have no idea.” Jordan grinned and held up her hand. “Keys?”

  He pulled a set from his pocket and handed them to her. “You do know how to drive a stick, right?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Who doesn’t?”

  I decided to keep silent on that subject.

  Derek and Wes accompanied us outside where an older model white Ford Escort sat in the driveway. We thanked both men. Then I hurried to the car, hoping the heater worked well. Damn, it was cold outside tonight.

  “Hold on a sec.” Derek ran inside and returned a minute later with two fleece jackets. “Here, take these before you freeze to death.”

  I refused them because I doubted we’d be able to return them anytime soon, but he waved it off. “My mother keeps buying them for me, and I have more than I’ll ever use,” he argued.

  “Thanks.” I pulled on one of the jackets and handed the other to Jordan. We slid into the front seats, waved to Derek and Wes, and pulled away.

  “And we’re off!” Jordan let out a whoop and gave me a wide smile. “Next stop, Boise.”

  “Let’s get out of town first and then we can celebrate.” I glanced around, expecting to feel a telltale brush against my mind at any second. Butler Falls was only five miles from Westhorne, and it wouldn’t take Nikolas long to get mobile and come after us. This was my only shot at leaving. If they caught me now, there would be no second chance. Nikolas would make sure of that.

  Jordan and I were tense as we sped through town as fast as we could go without drawing attention to us. At one point, a dark SUV appeared behind us, and my heart leaped into my throat until the vehicle turned into a grocery store parking lot. By the time we reached the highway exit, my stomach was tied in painful knots and Jordan’s knuckles were white from clenching the steering wheel. We both released audible sighs when we merged onto the highway and picked up speed.

  After we put a few miles behind us, Jordan began fiddling with the radio, and I turned up the heater to warm my cold feet. I missed my boots, but they had been too bulky to fit inside my coat with my change of clothes. Someone definitely would have noticed and our getaway would have been over before it had even started.

  I still couldn’t believe we had pulled it off. Westhorne was going to be in an uproar when they realized Jordan and I were gone. I’d left letters explaining why I was leaving, though I didn’t expect them to placate the people who read them.

  Nate had been through so much lately, and he was going to be very upset when he heard what I’d done. But I was doing this for him and everyone else I cared about. None of us was safe as long as the Master was alive. Our only connection to him was Madeline, and I was sure I could find her with David’s help. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe that.

  Nate wasn’t the only one who would be upset. An ache settled in my chest when I thought about Nikolas. Already, I missed him and I wondered how long it would be before I saw him again. In the back of my mind, a sad voice whispered, Solmi. My Mori couldn’t understand why we were leaving Nikolas and his Mori behind. For once, I had no words of comfort for it.

  I pictured Nikolas’s reaction when he discovered I was gone. I hadn’t talked to him since we had argued about his plans to take me away and hide me from the Master. He’d come to my room twice, but I wouldn’t open the door even though it had been so hard to feel him nearby and not go to him. Nikolas was astute, and he would have known I was planning something as soon as he’d seen my face.

  He’d left me alone after that, but he’d made it clear that he knew me a little better than I’d accused him of. When I’d left my room to go to the menagerie, Niall and Seamus had materialized beside me and accompanied me there. They hadn’t left my side when I’d taken Hugo and Woolf out, though I could tell they were nervous around the hellhounds. On my way back to the main building we were met by Chris who took over babysitting duty. Nikolas might have been giving me space, but he hadn’t been taking any chances either.

  Did he know I was gone? Had he already found the letter I’d left in his apartment? He was going to be furious. He wouldn’t agree with my reasons, but I’d had to try to explain them anyway, and to make sure he knew my leaving had nothing to do with our bond. If I’d believed I could have convinced him to work with me on this, I would have chosen that option in a heartbeat. But I’d seen his face when he said he was going to take me away, and there would be no compromising with him. Not on this.

  “Ah, hell!”

  “What is it?” My head whipped around, expecting to see a pair of headlights closing in on us.

  “I forgot my damn sword.”

  I stared at Jordan, willing my heart to settle back into a normal rhythm. “Your sword?”

  “Yeah.” She let out a mournful sigh. “I’ll never find one as good as mine.”

  “Jordan, we barely snuck away as it is. If anyone had seen you carrying a sword, they would have known something was up.”

  “I know, but I still hate leaving it behind.”

  “We’ll find you a new one.” I looked around. “How close are we?”

  “About twenty minutes. I may have broken the speed limit a little.”

  Soon the lights of Boise appeared in the distance, and before I knew it, Jordan was maneuvering the car through the busy city streets. She handled the car well for someone who had spent most of her life at a Mohiri stronghold. When I mentioned it, she smiled and said it was easy to get the boys in Butler Falls to let you drive their cars.

  After half a dozen wrong turns and a stop at a 7-Eleven for gas a
nd directions, we finally reached our destination. Jordan pulled up in front of St. John’s Cathedral, and I waved wildly at the two figures standing by the large door at the top of the steps. They jogged over to the car, and Jordan popped the trunk so they could stow away their large backpacks.

  Roland climbed in behind me and rubbed his hands against his thighs. “What took you so long? We nearly froze our asses off.”

  I turned in my seat to face them. “Why didn’t you go inside to get warm?”

  Peter made a face. “We did, but sitting through one long mass is enough. We’ve been here for hours.”

  “You poor things.” Jordan scoffed. “At least you didn’t have to climb out of a river, and then hike miles in this cold.”

  Roland leaned forward. “What are you talking about?”

  Jordan groaned. “Before we wow and amaze you guys, can someone tell me where we are going?”

  “Salt Lake City,” I said.

  The three of them stared at me.

  “David has a friend there who is holding a laptop and some cell phones for me. We can stop over there on our way to Albuquerque.”

  Jordan spoke first. “That has to be six hours away.”

  “Almost five. I looked it up.”

  “Sara, don’t you think it would be better to stay in Boise tonight and leave in the morning?” Roland asked.

  “Boise is going to be crawling with Mohiri in an hour... if it isn’t already. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather not be here when that happens.”

  “She’s right.” Jordan said. “They probably have a team here already, and the rest will come when they find out we’re gone.”

  Roland rested his chin on the back of my seat. “He’s gonna lose it, isn’t he?”

  I didn’t have to ask who “he” was. “Probably.”

  His hand touched my shoulder. “It’s not too late to turn back.”

  “No. I have to do this, but I understand if any of you have changed your mind.”