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  From the Embers

  Ember Society, Volume 3

  AR Colbert

  Published by Ramsey Street Books, 2020.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  FROM THE EMBERS

  First edition. October 9, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 AR Colbert.

  Written by AR Colbert.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  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

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER 1

  Hands balled into fists at my sides, feet primed and in position, I was ready to run. I would sprint over the hills. Zig and zag past the trees. I’d swim up the river if I had to, as long as it took me far away from this place.

  I didn’t know exactly where to go, but I knew I wasn’t going to stay here.

  “Claren, don’t be rash.” Raf pleaded with me again, his dark eyes like open expanses, full of depth. Full of concern. Always pulling me in.

  I hated the way I was drawn to him. Even now, angry as I was, there was a part of me that wanted to forgive him. I wanted to pretend I didn’t just see him standing happily with his beautiful spouse match. I wanted to pretend he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. But it just wasn’t true.

  “I’m not being rash.” My words sounded as bitter as I felt. “But there’s nothing for me here. I need to get away.” I turned and started for the forest at the edge of the camp.

  The other Embers, both those who had been with the cause for some time and those who had just joined the movement, chatted cheerfully across the clearing, blissfully unaware of the turmoil churning inside me.

  That morning I strode proudly into the camp, ready to join them. Those who knew better told me not to—James, Felix, and even my dad. They all urged me to stay in the Center. But the truth was there was nothing left for me in the city either. I was a misfit—neither meant for the Embers nor the Center. Not a rebel. Not a Leader. Just no one. Alone.

  “At least let me help you get back to the city.” Raf caught up to me and placed a warm hand on my arm, turning me back to face him. “I can drive you into town, and we’ll figure out what comes next.”

  “I don’t need your help, Raf. I told you. I’m going away.”

  A flock of birds erupted from the treeline in the distance, drawing Raf’s eyes away for a moment. I used his brief lapse of attention on me to wrench my arm away and keep moving toward the trees. It had taken about thirty minutes by car to get here. If I wanted any chance of walking back to the city before nightfall, I needed to get moving.

  “Please don’t do this,” he called out as I began my retreat.

  I raised a single hand in the air, not looking over my shoulder. I couldn’t face him again. It still hurt to see his face and imagine him with her. Marissa.

  “Goodbye, Raf.”

  He groaned, and the crunching of leaves under his feet as he jogged back to the camp brought me a bittersweet satisfaction. I hated to say goodbye. Selfishly, I wanted to be the girl by his side, fighting for the Ember Society. But deep down, I couldn’t say that I was surprised. I knew he was matched back in the city, and Dax had warned me that he was still with her.

  I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it.

  None of that mattered anymore though. I was off to new places. It stung that my dad urged me to go back to the city, but his insistence had to mean something. Obviously there was still work to be done there. Whatever Emmaline’s offer entailed, it was really the only option on the table for me.

  My pace quickened as I stepped through the tree cover. Out of sight of the Embers back at camp, I no longer had the need to keep my emotions in check. I set them free, allowing my legs to pump hard as they pushed me over fallen logs and overgrown brush. I leapt and ran faster, dodging unruly branches and vines that scraped against my jacket as I pushed my way through.

  I ran until my muscles ached and my breathing was jagged. My face was wet with tears I didn’t realize had escaped. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. Succumbing to my own self-pity party, I leaned against an old oak and allowed my body to slump to the ground, giving my muscles time to recover and my eyes the freedom they needed to empty the wells inside.

  I didn’t intend to stay there long. I just needed to get it out of my system. I had to clear my head with the cleansing power of a good hard cry, but even that seemed too much to ask of the world. Just minutes after I’d sat on the forest floor, the rumble of an engine cut through the trees, disrupting my little sad-fest.

  I choked out one final sob and wiped the tears and snot from my face. Pulling my knees up under me, I moved into a squatting position, listening and waiting to see who was coming my way. The engine noise grew louder and louder until it stopped just a few yards away on an overgrown path through the trees.

  I knew it was Raf before I saw him. I could feel his presence. I hadn’t realized how much my skills as an Empath had grown over the last several months since I’d begun using them more often. But there was no denying it now. I could feel Raf’s concern for me as though it had its own texture. Or maybe it was more of a harmony I heard, unique only to him and meant just for me. I couldn’t explain it really, but our connection was strong. It was definitely him.

  “Claren!” Raf’s voice called out to me clear and loud.

  I silently cursed to myself. He could feel me just as easily as I could feel him. Why did he follow me? I told him I wanted to go alone.

  “Claren, I know you’re here. Let me drive you back to the city. Please. I just want you to be safe.”

  I didn’t need him to keep me safe any more. It was time for me to learn how to take care of myself. Didn’t he realize how much it hurt me to look at him now that I knew he was with Marissa?

  I swallowed a lump in my throat and shook it off. I shouldn’t have been crying in the woods over some boy. I needed to pick myself back up and move forward. I didn’t need Raf to do good work for the Embers. I could do it on my own. And I didn’t need my dad. I didn’t even need Felix. I’d been offered an opportunity to rise above them all in the District Leadership. That was my lot. That was my purpose. I’d break the system down from the inside.

  I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin with new resolve right before Raf stepped into view from behind my tree.

  “I have to admit, you made it way farther than I exp— what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

  I must’ve been a mess. Dried leaves tangled in my hair, puffy eyes, a blotchy nose and cheeks... Raf’s grin was replaced with panic as soon as he laid eyes on me. He quickly dropped to my side and reached for my hand, but I scooted out of his reach and stood.

  “I’m fine.
I was just resting.”

  He stood as well, silently appraising me. His brows slowly pulled down over his stormy eyes, but he didn’t mention my appearance.

  “Come on,” he said, reaching for my hand once again. “I’m gonna give you a ride.”

  It wasn’t an offer. It was a command. And frankly, I was tired of people telling me what to do. I ignored him, marching forward to the road I knew lay just ahead.

  “Why are you being difficult?” He didn’t attempt to hide his frustration as he scurried to catch up to me.

  I stopped and turned in place, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. “Oh, I’m being difficult now?”

  I stepped toward him and he squared up his shoulders, preparing himself for whatever kind of attack he thought I might deliver.

  “I came here today because I didn’t know where else to go. I’m tired of working with those snakes in the Center, Raf. I wanted to go home, and this is as close to home as I can get right now. So imagine my surprise when my dad turned me away again. And then you—”

  I dropped my accusing finger, unsure of how to finish. The truth was, he didn’t do anything wrong. We weren’t anything to each other. Not officially anyway.

  I looked away and caught my breath before continuing. “You have other responsibilities now.”

  Raf’s expression softened, and my stomach flipped as he took a cautious step toward me. “I’m sorry it didn’t go well with your dad.”

  I sniffled, fighting the pressure that was building up again behind my eyes. “It’s fine. He hasn’t really been a part of my life for a few years. I don’t know why I expected that to change now.”

  “I have,” Raf said, moving closer to me yet again. “I’ve been a part of your life. And I’d still like to be, if you’ll have me.”

  I put up a hand to block him from coming any closer. I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest with my fingertips.

  “No. You have Marissa now. And I have to go.” I looked away, afraid that if I stared into his eyes any longer I’d completely lose it again. I had to change the subject. “I’ve been offered another position with the District.”

  “The District? I thought you said you didn’t know where you were going.”

  “I don’t. Not exactly. I don’t know what kind of work I’ll be doing. I just know that I have to leave Classen City.”

  “Well then I’ll come with you.”

  I snapped my eyes back to him. Was he serious right now?

  “I already told Frank I was taking you back to the city,” he continued. “I’ll call him when we get there and let him know I’m leaving too.”

  He stepped forward again, taking my elbows in the palms of his hands and pulling me close. But I kept my hand in front of me, pressed against his chest to give me room to breathe. I couldn’t think straight when he was so close to me. Our feelings became one tangled mess of emotion when we were this close, and I had a hard time deciphering what I was feeling from what he was feeling. I pushed myself away again. I had to think.

  “Raf, stop. Please. I’m trying to be strong and do the right thing here, but you’re not making this easy on me. I have to go, and you have to stay. The Embers need you here. Your wife needs you here.”

  “My wife? Claren, what are you talking about?”

  “I know about Marissa. Dax told me all about it. And I saw you two back there. You don’t have to pretend. I can handle the truth.” I raised my chin again, thinking if I maintained a look of strength on the outside, I might just feel it on the inside too.

  “I told you that wasn’t what it looked like. There is a serious misunderstanding here—”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted. “Not anymore. You can take me back to the city if you’d like, but then I’ve got to say goodbye. For good this time.”

  Raf opened his mouth to object, but he was cut short by a low rumble in the distance. He instinctively dropped a few inches lower behind the brush, pulling me with him.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “Follow me.”

  Together we inched closer to the main road, the rumble growing louder and louder with every passing second. We were nearly there when the rumble rushed past us with a whoosh and a roar. Two flashes of black flew down the road before us, sending my heart into a frantic beat against the inside of my ribs.

  “What was that?” I whispered back to Raf. He was still supporting my arm, but I realized I was holding onto him just as tightly, with his jacket clenched in my fist.

  “I’m not sure. But it looks like they stopped.”

  I followed his gaze up the road to the top of a gradual hill. Atop the hill sat two black motorcycles. I recognized them from pictures from before the Great War, but they were peculiarly out of place in our world. Yet, it wasn’t the motorcycles that set off my alarms. It was something about the men who rode them.

  The men were too far away for me to hear them, but I could see them from our position behind the bushes. They were dressed in full black, from the tips of their toes right up to the shiny helmets on their heads. And something about the sight of them twisted my stomach.

  These were not good men.

  The shorter of the two walked close to the trees near where they stood and gestured in the direction of the Ember camp Raf and I had just left. The taller man turned to examine the area as well, before lifting his arm to point at something in the woods. As he did, the collar of his black jacket fell open just enough to reveal a thin blue band flush against the skin of his neck.

  “Who are they?” I asked.

  “I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Raf turned to face me, and the look in his eyes matched the way I felt perfectly.

  Something was very wrong about this.

  CHAPTER 2

  “Let’s follow them,” I whispered as the men climbed back onto their motorcycles.

  “Absolutely not.” Raf left me no room for objection. “You have somewhere to go. Remember?”

  “Yeah, but they are obviously up to something. What if they’re going to rob the camp?”

  “Then they won’t be able to take much on those bikes.”

  I glared at him. “You know what I mean. They’re making plans to do something. We’ve got to find out what it is.”

  “Claren, no. This is not up for discussion. Two men won’t be able to do much damage to the camps, if any at all. The Embers are prepared for this kind of thing now more than ever. They had to learn quickly after the Exiled moved back into the area.”

  “But what if we can stop them?”

  “What if you can’t?” There was a hint of desperation in Raf’s eyes. “You have gone through so much already. Please just let me keep you out of danger this once. I’m begging you.”

  The men were already riding away, the tops of their helmets disappearing as their bikes roared over the other side of the hill. The impending sense of doom they left behind, on the other hand, still hung thick and heavy in the air.

  “I don’t like this. I know they’re up to something. I can feel it. And I appreciate your consideration, but I don’t need you looking out for me. Go back to Marissa and the others. Let them know what we saw.”

  I stood to walk away, but Raf’s next words stopped me in my tracks.

  “Maybe I want to look after you Claren. Maybe it’s for me just as much as it is for you. And I wish you’d quit mentioning Marissa. We’re not married. We’re not even together.”

  I paused, but I didn’t turn around. “Okay. You should still let them know.”

  He quickly caught up to my side. “That’s it? You don’t even want me to explain?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Whatever your explanation is, it won’t change anything. The Embers need to know about a potential threat, and I’m leaving. I don’t have any other options.” My shoulders fell as I met his eyes. “And neither do you.”

  “I want to explain anyway.” He stopped and raised his hands as though he wanted to reach for me, but he didn’t. He dropped t
hem back to his sides. “And I’d really like to drive you back to the city. I don’t want you walking back with those men we just saw on the loose. I can talk while we head back to the vehicle. And if it’s still what you really want, I’ll say goodbye once I know you’re safe.”

  It wasn’t what I really wanted. And the look on Raf’s face said it wasn’t what he really wanted, either. But I was repeatedly told not to stay Outside with the Embers. I had to trust that my dad and the others knew more than I did. I had to trust that I was capable of doing more from the inside.

  I nodded, and the corner of Raf’s mouth twitched into a small, sad smile. He reached out again, and I allowed him to take my hand this time. His warmth crept up my arm and spread throughout my body. I tried to block my reaction. I didn’t need to complicate things with my feelings for him, but it was useless. I wasn’t capable of hiding anything from him.

  His smile widened as he laced his fingers through mine and led me back toward his vehicle. “So you know I was matched. And you’re right about it being Marissa.”

  I tensed as we walked. Raf deserved the chance to tell me what really happened with Marissa. He said they weren’t together, but the mention of her made my chest feel tight anyway.

  “What you don’t know, is that I was her third match. Her first two didn’t work out for various reasons, and I was her last shot. If she wasn’t able to successfully match with me...” His voice trailed off, so I finished the thought for him.

  “Then she’d have to spend the rest of her life alone.”

  Raf swallowed. “Right. And women who aren’t able to successfully match are essentially considered defective. The government believes there must be something wrong with someone who is found to be undesirable by three different spouse matches.”

  “And do you find her undesirable?” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the question was already posed.

  He cut his eyes over to me, but he didn’t answer directly. “There’s nothing wrong with her, she just doesn’t appreciate some bureaucracy trying to tell her who to spend the rest of her life with. And I can’t blame her.”