Lightbringer by K.D. McEntire Read Free Book Online

eight, maybe nine days.”
    “Okay.” Her mousy-looking father was a corporate efficiency consultant—a destroyer of jobs and dreams all in the name of profit—and his efficiency audits often had him on the road for weeks at a time. When he was gone, Wendy was in charge. “I have it all under control.”
    “Never doubted it for a moment.” They paused, both aware of the irony of his statement, and then he slipped back into the hallway without another word.
    Weary now, and wanting nothing more than to simply sink into her bed and sleep for a year, Wendy rifled through her Algebra text until she found the assignment again. A tear plopped onto the page, magnifying a variable, and Wendy wiped it away. Four hours until school, ten more polynomials, and an outline for her English Lit report.
    “I can do this,” she whispered, rubbing the heel of her palm against her eye as Jabber slunk through the desk to twine about her ankles. “I have it all under control.”

D ue to Lily's injuries, getting back to Elle's was harder than usual, but Piotr was unwilling to walk away from their encounter without spreading word of the monstrous Lightbringer to the other Riders. The Lost were asleep when they arrived, huddled together under sleeping bags and stretched out atop beanbags. Specs, finger tucked most of the way through a Lord of the Rings omnibus, stirred when Piotr took off his glasses, but did not wake.
    “You birds are all wet,” Elle said as Piotr rejoined the ladies downstairs. “You're telling me some mook with a light show bumped off two Walkers with no problems whatsoever?” Agitated, she ran hands through her hair, mussing her fingerpicked curls every which way. “That's crazy!”
    “It happened,” Piotr said doggedly. “We would not lie to you, Elle.”
    “Yeah-yeah, I know you wouldn't beat your gums ‘bout nothin’ strong enough to take a pair of Walkers for a ride.” Elle sighed. “Talk about your urban legends coming to life, though. I always reckoned that the stories of a ghost-killer were just a bunch of bull.”
    “The whispers among us sometimes tell tales true as well as false,” Lily agreed, settling to the ground and carefully crossing her legs under her. Dora had been awake when they'd arrived; thanks to her, Lily's wounds were healed, but she would need Elle to help scavenge new clothing for her, or Lily would need to generate enough spare essence to repair her own. “It was some sort of creature.” Fastidiously, Lily picked at the mud dried on a braid, scraping the dirt off and dropping it to the floor.
    “Before it started shredding Walkers like paper, Lily called it the Lightbringer,” Piotr said, moving carefully so the last stairs wouldn't creak under his weight and possibly wake the assembled Lost upstairs. “It's an apt name.”
    “Stop mixing your mud in with my dust,” Elle grumbled to Lily, striding over to a nearby cabinet and retrieving a paper sack. She dropped it in Lily's lap then paused by a nearby window. Scowling, she peered outside. “Pick up the muck and chuck it. This joint ain't James' pigsty.”
    “He must be told,” said Piotr, flopping to the ground beside Lily. Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, he groaned. “James and the rest of them. But I'll be damned if I'm going all the way to Half Moon Bay just to spread the word.”
    “Pipe down, flyboy.” Turning away from the window, Elle leaned against the wall and tipped her head back. “It sounds like maybe we might have a situation on our hands. I'll send a runner out to James' at dawn.” She paused. “Though I still ain't clear on why dusting two Walkers ain't cause to crack out the butts ’n beers.” Elle pressed her fingers to her lips and sighed. “What I wouldn't give for a ciggy right now.”
    “Poison to the mind and body,” Lily stated. “A brave needs not—”
    Elle pushed off from the wall, hands fisted. “Oh yeah, Pocahontas? You wanna talk about poisonin' a good thing,