Kate Brian - Endless

“Look at the note again,” Lauren said, gesturing at my pocket. “He didn’t mention your sister.”

“So?”

“So, if he was doing this, he’d know your sister had gone over, too. He’d have included her,” Lauren asserted.

“Not if he was being smart,” Fisher pointed out. “Not if he realized a person who’d fled five days ago wouldn’t know about Darcy.”

“I can’t take this anymore,” I cried, holding my hands to my head, feeling as if it was about to split in two. “I can’t.”

“We have to find them,” Fisher said.

Bea sighed. “But we’ve looked everywhere. We’ve searched every inch of the island. It’s not like he went back to the mainland,” she added sarcastically. “So unless he’s hiding underwater somewhere…”

I felt something catch in the back of my mind. We had searched every inch of the island, because the island was the entire world in this in-between. Except, of course, that it wasn’t. There was the water. And the things that traveled over the water. Like the ferry, the Jet Skis, the surfboards and kayaks and canoes. And there was also one particularly foreboding structure that stood above the water. A place where no Lifer would ever think to look, because no Lifer had ever stepped foot on it for more than ten seconds.

There was the bridge.

“You’re out of your mind, you know,” Joaquin called after me as I trudged through hollows and puddles toward the bridge. I had climbed up the cliff in record time, my adrenaline spurring me to inhuman feats of strength and daring, but Joaquin had stayed right on my heels. If any of the others had decided to follow us, they hadn’t yet made it to the top. “What, exactly, do you think this is going to accomplish?”

I ignored him and kept walking. Up ahead, I saw that Officer Dorn was stationed at the bridge with Liam. They did a double take when they saw me coming and moved to intercept me.

“Hey,” Liam said, lifting a hand. His new Lifer bracelet was caught on the end of his sleeve, the leather hard and pristine. Last night, after Darcy had gone missing, Joaquin, Lauren, and Bea had given him what I’d heard was the quickest initiation ever.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dorn asked, stepping in front of me.

I lifted my face, letting the rain sluice down it and along my neck. “I’m going to find the entrance to the Shadowlands.”

Dorn laughed. At that moment, Joaquin caught up to me.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, his dark eyes desperate. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” I demanded. “Has anyone ever tried?”

Joaquin crossed his arms over his chest, the rivulets of water forming new patterns down his sleeves. “Not that I know of. I mean, I’ve gone a few steps into the mist when a visitor is giving me trouble, but that’s about it.”

“So? Then how do you know I can’t do it?” I gritted my teeth and took a breath, trying to stay calm. If I got hysterical right now, they’d never let me cross. “We’ve searched the entire island for Tristan and Nadia, right?”

“Yeah,” Dorn replied. “Two or three times already.”

“So what if they’re on the bridge?” I asked, my heart skipping erratically. “It’s the only place no Lifer ever goes, and I’d bet that Tristan is counting on that—counting on our fear of the unknown to keep him safe. What better place to hide than the one place no one in their right mind would ever look?”

Liam raised his hand as if he were hoping to be called on in class. “I know I’m new to this stuff, but that does sound about right.”

Joaquin’s whole expression shifted. He looked at me as if dumbfounded and impressed at the same time. Which was kind of nice.

“Rory,” he said slowly. “You’re a genius.”

“Wait a minute, now,” Dorn began.

“Let’s do it,” Joaquin said, with a giddiness in his tone that I hadn’t heard before.

Dorn lifted both his meaty hands. “Uh-uh. No way.”

“You’re coming with me?” I asked Joaquin, ignoring Dorn. My terror melted away to more of a simmering nervousness. I knew I had to do this, but having company seemed like a good idea.

“Like I’d really let you snag the glory.” He smiled shakily.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but you two aren’t going anywhere,” Dorn barked.

There was a rumble of thunder in the distance, and we looked up at the sky. A drop of rain fell like a dart into my right eye. It stung like acid. I pressed the heel of my hand into it and blinked it away.

“Think about it, Dorn,” Joaquin said, getting right in the man’s face. “How big of an idiot would you feel like if you found out Tristan was sitting ten feet away from you and you didn’t know it?”

“I know I’d feel like a huge idiot,” Liam put in helpfully.

There was a beat as Dorn narrowed his eyes. He was going to say no and have us escorted back to town or something. I couldn’t let that happen. Not when I was so sure we were this close. This close to finding Tristan, to getting my dad back, to saving Darcy.

“If we find him, we’ll let you take the credit,” I offered.

Dorn titled his head. I could see the glint in his eyes as he imagined delivering the news to the mayor that he had apprehended Tristan. “Yeah?”

“Sure. Why not?” Joaquin confirmed.

He frowned, considering, and the rain picked up, pinging off his broad shoulders.

“Okay, fine. You can go.”

“You bet your ass we can go,” Joaquin said, starting past him.

“Thank you!” I put in.

At that very moment, the rest of our posse showed up, breathless from the climb and soaking from head to toe. Fisher had removed his sunglasses and looked seriously pissed. Pete took one look at our belligerent stances and trained his eyes on the ground, his hood covering his face. The others hung back a bit as Fisher and Bea stormed over to us.

“ What are you guys doing?” Bea asked, her hands on her hips.

“Searching the bridge for Tristan and Nadia,” Joaquin said, raising his eyebrows. “Wanna come?”

They all seemed to protest at once, but Joaquin and I ignored them and strode purposefully toward the bridge, Cori, Pete, and Lauren close behind us. We stepped up to the very lip, where its metal surface met the dirt of the road, and I stopped breathing.

The entrance was entirely obscured by swirling fog. The eerie hiss of the mist sent a shiver right through me. I pressed my fists together in front of me to try to keep myself from shaking noticeably.

You can do this , I told myself. I couldn’t even imagine how the bridge had looked to my father and Darcy. At least I had a choice. They had been dragged over against their will, terrified, probably screaming for help.

Joaquin and I looked at each other. He had my back. I could see it in his eyes. My fingers suddenly itched to hold his hand.

“You guys! Don’t do this!” Bea said, storming over to us. She shoved her hood off her hair to look us in the eye. “You have no idea what might happen to you. Good people are getting sent to the Shadowlands. How do you know you’re not just going to get sucked in there, too?”

“We don’t,” Joaquin said.

Lauren whimpered and cuddled into Fisher’s side. He covered his mouth with one hand, and even from a few yards away I could see that he was shaking. Cori paced back and forth, gnawing on her lower lip.

“I can’t be here for this,” Pete said, pulling his hood on as he stepped back and away from the group. “I can’t look.”

With his head down he marched off, Liam watching his back as he went. Liam was the only person who didn’t seem completely disturbed by what we were doing. Which made sense, since he could never have grasped the real gravity of the situation. He’d never seen anyone go over the bridge, never ushered anyone himself, never experienced the horror I’d felt when Aaron had gone to the Shadowlands after I’d sent him on his merry way. To him, this was just a creepy bridge. He’d never seen firsthand what it could do.