Midnight Dawn

By Jocelyn Adams

A new adult title from Entangled's Embrace imprint…

Book Two of the Mortal Machine series.
Her soul remembers his touch, even if she doesn't.
With only three days until the wraith king turns the earth into an all-you-can-eat buffet, Addison Beckett is forced to enlist brooding sentinel Asher Green's help to unlock the Mortal Machine. According to the founder, all she has to do is find the sanctuary—the same sanctuary she can't remember because Asher erased her memories.

Trying to save humanity while navigating Asher's lies is a royal pain. But the more time she and Asher spend together, the harder her soul tries to remind her what else he's made her forget—that he loves her, wants her, needs her.

When she's trapped by the wraith king and forced to pick who will stand by her in the coming battle, Addison is faced with an impossible choice: the sentinel she loves who refuses to love her back, or a powerful stranger who insists they're meant to be together. Her decision will decide the fate of humanity, and once decided, can't be undone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Aug 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781633750197

Jocelyn Adams

Jocelyn is a high school office grunt by day and creator of romance and intrigue by night. Born a farmer’s daughter in small town Ontario, she spent her childhood dreaming up stories. With no formal training, she relied on the honest feedback of her writing group to take her from that first short story all the way to THE END of her first novel.A two-time finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest, Jocelyn has several published novels and shorter works. When she isn’t slinging words, you can find her hiking, kayaking, reading dark and gritty urban fantasy or paranormal romance, or enjoying the serenity of family life in her little house in the woods.

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For Jennifer, Amaleen, and Tracy, without whom my sanity might have checked out long before I could finish this book.

The profound things in our lives, whether bad or good, are what shape us into what we need to be. If we can’t remember them, all they do is haunt us.

—Addison Beckett

Chapter One

I hunt the dead for a living. Not the kind of dead most of us grow up worrying about, like B-movie zombies or vampires or Great-Aunt Thelma who looks like a walking skeleton. Nope, the dead that lurk beyond the stars don’t go bump in the night; they go bump inside your skull.

My eyelids drooped with exhaustion as I hunkered down in a dark alley, having fantasies about my bed instead of concentrating on the hunt for wraiths. It was the third one I’d been on in twenty-four hours, and my tank was running on empty. My stomach rolled as the rotten stench of dumpsters in the summer heat crawled up my nose and died. Gak.

What do they eat in Nebraska, fish guts and Limburger cheese? I asked Remy, one of the few sentinels—wraith hunters—who didn’t treat me like Satan’s half sister. I’m not sure which is worse, the smell or the hillbilly rap music coming out of the Whip and Saddle over there. Who names a bar that, anyway? I snorted. Kat will fit right in. She was also a sentinel, and the two of us got along about as well as a hair-trigger detonator and a truckload of C-4.

Remy, the gentle giant I’d nicknamed King Kong, chuckled. Tribal tattoos covered one side of him from the top of his shaved head all the way down to his toes. In his black hunting gear, he looked like a Hawaiian ninja. Yeah, stink real bad, he said in his funky creole mix of Hawaiian and French-Canadian English, but we finally get the wraith-infected construction worker to sit still in the bar after tracking him all over this redneck town, so we wait for Kat to work him over, get him to come outside.

The wraiths, half-humanoid, half-bug people, had died in a parallel reality and found a way through to this one. They liked to crawl into human beings, eat their souls, and take over their bodies, and it was the job of those of us who belonged to the Mortal Machine to destroy them, using abilities that set us apart as badass guardians of the world.

The Mortal Machine wasn’t a literal machine, but a secret society that fought to keep the dead bugs on their own side of the thin veil that separated us. In the decades before I’d arrived, only a few managed to get through, but lately they seemed to be pouring in like roaches.

Movement in the shadows at the end of the alley opposite the bar caught my eye. Just by his broad-shouldered shape and aggressive stance, I knew Asher Green had arrived. A thrill shot up my spine. I hadn’t seen my former sensei in days. Now that I was holding my own, we’d gone our separate ways. Although he treated me like the proverbial redheaded stepchild of the Machine, I couldn’t shake my insane fascination with him.

Returning my attention to the bar, I slapped my cheeks to wake up. What the hell’s taking Kat so long? I asked Remy, stroking my hair to soothe myself. I’d always been a tactile junkie, using texture and soft things as my own personal Valium. Her whoring skills are stellar, so she should have been able to get the infected guy to leave the bar with her by now. Something had to be wrong, and we needed to get this done. Screw this, I’m going in. Before I pass out in dumpster juice.

Addy, may you should wait here with me, yeah? Remy called, but I marched on. Because we needed to get the show on the road, and not because I felt a need to prove myself to Asher. Halfway to the bar’s door, I glanced over my shoulder.

Asher had come to the edge of the shadows, the brightness of his vivid eyes—ice blue with the star of jade green that set a fully realized sentinel apart from the rest of humanity—cutting across the distance to brand me like an invisible kiss. The eyes, according to our book of knowledge, were a marker of our status. The brighter they were, the stronger the sentinel. Asher had the most dazzling eyes of us all.

Was he worried about me? Or afraid I’d screw up the hunt?

I reached for the rusting handle that would get me into the bar, but before I made contact, it burst open, nearly peeling me out of my skin. Twangy music spilled out, along with the ginormous guy in dusty overalls we’d been tracking for hours. Wow, he was big, standing at least a foot and a half taller than me. A white film clouded his eyes, which always happened when a wraith had consumed enough of a person’s energy to rise up from the mind and take control of the body. He smiled.

Well, shit.

Overalls lunged at me. In my exhausted state, my reflexes were slow, so I dived sideways, landing hard on my side. The big guy stumbled by me and shook his head, probably disoriented in his drunk person costume. When he came at me again, I scrambled up to my feet. A short scream tore out of me when someone whipped me around. He shoved me against the brick wall by the scruff of my black tank top, almost knocking the wind out of me.

Are you trying to get yourself killed? Asher glared at me, his face only inches away from mine.

I breathed in his sweet whiskey scent, my mind quieting with his presence even though tension had my every muscle coiled like a spring.

Before I shook off my confusion over having Asher so close, Kat emerged from the bar with a bloody lip. The wraith inside Overalls must have pegged her as a sentinel and popped her one. That was a shame. Her tight pink halter top strained over her perky boobs as she hauled off and flattened him with a fist to his scruffy jaw. He went down like a sack of shit as the Colonel and Taka rushed out of the door. Took them long enough.

While the other sentinels wrangled Overalls, Asher let me go, glaring at the ground. You shouldn’t even be out here. You’re walking like you’re drunk and liable to get us all killed.

Gee, thanks. I scowled at him. You didn’t even say one civil word before the insults came out. Is that a new record for you?

Our eyes met briefly before he looked away, as if even the sight of me pissed him off. He wore dirty khaki fatigues and a black muscle shirt that had several tears across the chest. My inner fangirl wanted to climb him like a jungle gym made of bronzed flesh and steel, but I sent her to sit in a mental corner for being completely off her rocker.

Worry crept in as I took in his shadow beard that had grown in when he normally kept it immaculately shaven, and his usually spiffy clothes appeared slept in and battle-worn. His Middle Eastern complexion had paled against his night-black hair. Jesus, what had happened to well-pressed Asher? Was he sick?

He moved toward the scuffle as Remy pinned Overalls’s legs to the grungy ground. Taka had one of the construction worker’s hairy arms locked in his fists, and the Colonel had the other. Kat posed behind them, hands gripping her slender hips, offering a nasty smile that turned her ugly faster than a dent ruined a shiny Corvette.

Look boys, our fearless leader is limping to our rescue yet again, she said in her Eastern European accent. When I’d arrived at the facility six months ago, it had become clear that I was the Architect, or the person who was supposed to assemble the Machine, helping others in the group find their true roles. Some sentinels, Asher among them, thought my destiny was to lead us out of this messy war with the wraiths. Others, like Kat, the Colonel, and Taka, thought I was a liar and an idiot.

Shut it, powder puff, I said, trying to keep my voice from slurring with exhaustion. When you can show me you can kill a wraith without a gun, then you can throw around all of the insults you want. Until then, close your mouth and pay attention.

I knelt by Overalls, who was out cold. So, who’s going to help me? I asked. Since Asher had dragged me into the Machine three months ago, I’d been able to use my abilities as the Architect to discover it took two sentinels combining their power to push out a wraith without killing the host body—and killing the human host along with the wraith was what they used to do before I’d come along.

Helping me meant touching me, so everyone but Remy stared as if I’d asked them to pluck out their own eyes with a toothpick. They’d spent the last sixty-five years thinking touch between sentinels would kill them, so convincing them what was a lie and what I knew instinctively was truth when it came to our abilities had been challenging, to say the least.

When nobody stepped up, I turned to Remy. I guess it’s you and me again.

He shook his head, huffing from the exertion. Sorry, Addy. Got nothin’ left. Our power needed time to recharge, and we’d barely caught a few winks lately. Plus, certain combinations of sentinels were more powerful than others, and Remy and I didn’t generate a lot of juice together.

Get out of the way, Asher barked. Taka jumped up and moved back. Asher knelt down across Overalls from me without saying another word, dark lashes rimming eyes that remained stubbornly focused on the man between us. Aside from his rigid posture, he appeared deflated, as if someone had pulled out all his stuffing and left him an empty sack of bones. I had a silly thought that I’d like to hug him. Yeah, that’d go over about as well as a kick to the nuts.

I’d been searching for my conduit for weeks without success. Our Machine power needed to connect with another sentinel’s to reach its full potential. My guess was that there was only one match for each of us who could best conduct our energy, causing an intimate, somewhat sensual connection of mind, body, and soul. I’d been waiting for a chance to touch Asher, sure he would be my ideal conduit. I didn’t know why I was so certain—probably just because the physical connection was off the charts, at least for me. Plus, there were only a few guys left in the Machine I hadn’t shared my storm with yet, and none of the ones I had touched lit me up the way a true conduit should. But usually when I needed help booting a wraith, Asher seemed to disappear.

I held my breath when he placed one palm on Overalls’s forehead and the other on his chest, where most people’s strongest chakra points were located. Asher finally raised his chin and stared at me with a sneer, as if daring me to have the nerve to lay a finger on him.

My hands shook as I reached forward and hovered them over his, and I was suddenly terrified of what might happen after having imagined this moment for so long. Even though he’d been my sensei, I couldn’t remember ever touching him skin to skin, so why did I even want the guy? I guessed I’d always been a little south of crazy, which would explain my odd fascination with him.

What are you waiting for? he snapped. Get this done before you keel over. You look like shit.

I curled up my lip in annoyance, some of my worry over his appearance evaporating. He definitely sounded like the Asher I knew. You’re one to talk, I said. You look like you’ve been sleeping under a bus. I clamped my hands over his, bracing for the intense reaction that should come with a match. I shifted the lid on the metaphysical box in my soul where I kept my Machine energy. It rushed out of me like a summer wind, bringing such sweet relief it tore a sigh from my throat.

Your turn, I said.

He closed his eyes, his face growing slack and calm, inviting my fingers to trace the ridge of his eyebrows. Scrolling blue designs crawled up his arms like living tattoos, as they did for all of us when we let our power go.

I felt nothing from him. Only his warmth and the tendons in his hands that flexed beneath mine. If we were compatible conduits, we’d have both gone nuclear with those patterns. Not even a faint hint of change showed in my own blue designs, powered only by my own mojo.

My ribs seemed to shrink as realization set in. Most of the other sentinels I touched lit me up at least a little, but it was like he was a regular mortal, completely invisible to my Machine senses. We couldn’t share power—not even a trickle, like I could with Remy. Asher wasn’t my match. It repeated in my head like a sick joke, over and over until the echoes hurt my ears. Tears sprang to my eyes. I jumped up and hastily drew my arm across my cheeks to get them away. I should have been cheering, having averted the land mine of Asher Green, so why did I feel like someone stabbed me in the chest?

He hated my guts. I’d probably have had a happier eternity trapped in a pit of pissed-off vipers than him. I’d touched almost everyone else, and no kaboom. Maybe I was just worried that I didn’t have a match. Which was stupid. The Architect had to have a powerful conduit, right?

Aw, better luck next time, Kat cooed. Did you seriously think a simple daddy’s girl like you could handle the force of Asher?

I wanted to scream at her that I had no daddy and that she was a nasty effing hag, but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing her barbs had hit home.

Overalls sprang to consciousness again, struggling enough that Asher, Remy, and the Colonel had to work to hold him. After a few seconds, Overalls stopped and stared at me with his white wraith eyes.

He’s coming for you, Darkside Sun, he sang, and then burst into hair-raising laughter.

Oh crap, oh hell, oh damn. What was he talking about? The wraiths called me that, so he had to have meant me. Their reality was dark and cold, and for some reason, they could sense my Architect energy from beyond the veil, like their own personal sun. According to what we’d figured out so far, I might be the key to sending them back to their hell dimension permanently. But if any of them crawled into me, they could also use me to open a doorway between our world and theirs, and they could use my power to regrow their bodies here on Earth. If that ever happened, they’d become immortal, and humanity would be screwed.

The Colonel cranked his head around while pressing his knee into Overalls’s chest, his jade-star sentinel eyes pointing razor blades at me. Although he appeared twenty-something, he always talked like an old Russian politician.

What is he talking about, woman? the Colonel asked. He still believed he was the highest ranking of us, but that had been another lie that wouldn’t die.

He refused to use my title or my name, and I’d given up correcting him. As the person who could reassemble the Machine when it was broken, the Architect was a type of leader, but otherwise, there wasn’t supposed to be a ranking or caste system among the sentinels—we were all equals.

No idea, I said, but my itching spine thinks we need to haul ass and get this done just in case the dead bugman in him isn’t just screwing with our heads.

Remy stared at me as if considering how fast he could throw me over his shoulder and dash me out of there, so I wasn’t the only one freaked right the hell out.

Someone help me, Asher said. His eyes had opened wide, and he had a frantic air about him as he waved the sentinels closer. Now, hurry.

I’ll do it with you, Kat piped up with a little too much cheerleader pizzazz.

I couldn’t contain my scowl, and if I’d had an ounce of energy, I’d have marched over there and slapped her. Yeah, I just bet you will, I mumbled.

Kat knelt in my place, across Overalls’s chest from Asher. Leaning over as far as she could get, no doubt giving him an eyeful of tits, she slid her hands over his while I wrestled with my rising need to knock her head in. Her markings began to glow.

Feeling useless and unwanted, I stumbled to the side for a better view and leaned my back against the wall of the bar. Thankfully, everyone else in the Podunk town stayed inside, their drunken chatter a hum against my ears.

Asher released his sentinel energy again, his inner storm. Wind curled out from his body and stirred up tiny dust devils on the pavement, lifting his hair to expose every exquisite line of his face. The scrolling designs lit under his skin again, only far brighter than they’d been just with his own power. So beautiful. I should have known Kat would have been compatible with him, but it still killed me to watch them together.

Now you, he said, his eyes locked onto the blond beyotch. Push your energy through me, mix with mine, and then into the guy. Once the wraith has nowhere to go, it’ll spill out around our hands. Then you have to wield our storm, fold it around the wraith’s true form like a fist, and crush it.

I could have listened to him talk all day long, which only pushed the hurt deeper. His voice always tweaked something deep in me that shouldn’t be reachable with my clothes on. Or my skin on, for that matter. I’d have done anything to gouge that part out of me so I didn’t end up with needy nethers and an achy heart every time we were in the same area code. I couldn’t begin to understand why he affected me that way after all of the insults. Maybe it was just more Machine weirdness in my body that I’d never understand.

Kat released her energy, moaning as their storms merged. Bile rose in my throat, and I couldn’t make myself look at Asher’s face to see if he enjoyed having the ice princess’s mojo inside him.

The wraith finally erupted out of the man’s body, fleeing their force. I was the only one who could actually see them—the rest of the sentinels could only sense their presence. Lucky me.

At first, it looked like a blob of congealed mist, but then it formed into what appeared to be a ghostly, translucent spider with several empty sockets where eyes should have been but weren’t. Oh, gross. We knew of at least six castes of wraiths, but I’d never seen one of those before, and it brought the hairs on my nape to attention.

Kat stood and raised her arms, closing their storm around the spider thing, her face tight with concentration. The wraith burst into an explosion of snow. I wasn’t sure why they did that when we killed them. Maybe because their reality was so cold, their energy broke apart that way.

Now speak, woman, the Colonel said, standing to face me. What did the wraith mean? Who is coming for you?

I swayed with dizziness, but managed to keep my feet. I told you, I don’t know.

He whipped out a gun and pointed it at me in a two-handed grip. Holy shit. I threw my hands wide and shut my trap. Adrenaline shot me up with lava, and I saw stars that usually preceded a face-plant into the ground. He wouldn’t really do it. We were on the same team. Right? I swallowed a frantic giggle, my standard scream camouflage.

Brah, what the hell, man? Remy growled, tossing aside Overalls, who’d passed out again now that he was wraithless.

Just take it easy, Colonel, I said, hoping I didn’t pull a Fainting Fanny and that gun didn’t have a light-action trigger.

Asher slowly rose to his feet in my peripheral vision, his stare intent on the dick with the gun. For the life of me, I couldn’t bend my mind away from that silver barrel long enough to figure a way out of this before anyone could get hurt. Namely me.

You’re in league with the dead, the Colonel said. "You are the traitor among us. Did Marcus find you out? Is that why you killed him? His laser-beam stare never strayed from me. I will not allow you to destroy us, woman. I am now, and always will be, the authority in the Machine."

I’d expected mutiny to some degree, but I never in a million years expected this. My pulse fluttered harder when he blew out a breath, and his eyes grew empty. He was really going to do it.

Oh God!

Chapter Two

A blast of hot wind hit me as a Machine-powered-up body knocked me sideways. I went from going cross-eyed around the barrel of the Colonel’s gun to staring up at the dark sky full of little white fairies dancing around my eyes. Kat screamed, and Taka shouted something wordless.

If you ever threaten your Architect again, I will snap your neck. It was Asher who’d pushed me out of the way, his voice wavering with barely contained rage. I rolled to my side and propped myself up on an elbow. He choked the Colonel against the wall, his face screwed down into a terrifying mask.

He’d saved me. I stared in shock as the sparkles circling my head closed in, turning everything a paler shade.

You follow her to your demise, sentinel, the Colonel rasped as Remy grabbed his arm and yanked him out of Asher’s grasp.

I’ll follow wherever she leads, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. Asher thrust an accusing finger at him. Step in line if you want to live.

So he still believed in me? A few thousand pounds slid off my shoulders. I realized I’d been terrified that I’d somehow let him down during the last few weeks of hunting and had shattered his idea that I was destined to save us. Thanks, I said, the adrenaline cocktail draining out of me so fast, it took effort to keep my eyes open.

He stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the bricks as if thinking of ways to hurt them. You need to deal with the Colonel. Treason can’t go unanswered.

What? I asked, my voice sounding distant to my own ears as I sat up. "Why do I have to?"

You’re the Architect, remember? That means in addition to assembling and conducting the Machine, you’re our judge and jury, so make your call about what we should do with him, and I’ll get it done.

I lock him up at the facility for now, Remy said. Decide tomorrow.

Everyone would be watching to see how I’d handle that live grenade, my first big decision since becoming the Architect. What were my choices? Kick the Colonel out of the Machine, suppress his sentinel energy, and wipe his memory? No, I wouldn’t do that. Not that I could. It seemed only Asher had those skills, except for Remy who could also manipulate memory. And like it or not, we were all part of this, or we wouldn’t have been chosen as guardians—a term we used for everyone in the Machine, forgetting our positions.

Sentinels referred only to the warriors among us. I wasn’t sure how we were chosen, but Asher seemed to be able to feel when someone showed signs of sensitivity to the dead and brought them to us. From there, the Machine took that person in and helped her—or him—realize her full abilities. I hadn’t yet figured out everyone’s role, but I needed to put that puzzle together soon.

Dizziness sent the alley for a spin, and the ground tilted. Slowly, the alley faded out.

A hand slapped my cheek, and someone shouted, Addison!

I blinked up at the best damn sight I’d ever seen, Asher’s upside-down face, his star-bright eyes overflowing with concern. What happened? I mumbled. And why are you upside-down?

You passed out. He crouched beside me, his jaw tight with his obvious fury. You haven’t slept in two days, and you keep forgetting to eat. What did you think was going to happen?

What? How did he know that, when he made a point of keeping a continent or a few layers of reality between us most of the time?

Dizziness sent the world for a spin when I tried to roll over. Between one blink and the next, I went from the grungy alley pavement to feeling light as air. One strong arm hooked under my knees and another around my back, cradling me to a muscled chest. My legs swayed with someone’s footsteps, and my temple brushed against beard stubble.

Asher was carrying me? Still half unconscious, I pressed my palm to his chest and turned my face into his shirt, which smelled of spicy cologne and something uniquely him. I inhaled him deeply, aware of his muscles bulging in his arms and the flexing of his pecs beneath my palm. God, I’d missed him, grouch and all.

After some jostling that made me aware of a throbbing pain in my shoulder, a door clicked open. He carried me inside a room and set me down onto something soft. I opened my eyes to my tiny gray room at the facility where we all lived, except for him.

Why did you carry me? I asked, a smile twitching one corner of my lips.

He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, and once again, he appeared broken somehow. His black hair was sticking up as if he’d been running his fingers through it the way I wanted to. It was either that or leave you back there in the dirt, since neither Kat nor Taka would touch you with a ten-foot pole. You ripped out some of your stitches again when you fainted, and I had to redo them. I’d been stabbed a few weeks ago in the confrontation with Marcus, and the long days of hunting hadn’t helped my healing any.

That much time had passed? That was the third time I’d been re-stitched. No wonder I hurt so much. Well, thanks, for whatever reason you did it. Marcus had been a sentinel, like us, and had tried to force me to use my Architect energy to create heaven on Earth for the wraiths, which would have made him their god. Asher and I had been the only witnesses to Marcus’s insanity, and doubt lingered among the Machine about my loyalties.

He sighed, and the emotion radiating from him filleted my guts and left them bleeding. By the way you’ve been eyeing me lately, I’m guessing you hoped I’d be your conduit, but I’m not. You need to accept it and find someone else.

Had I been that obvious in the five whole minutes we’d spent together over the last few weeks? Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you just weren’t trying hard enough to let me in, or it didn’t work because we’re both tired, or—

Stop it! He turned toward me, though he stared at the blankets. It’s a connection more intimate than sex, deeper than love, and longer-lasting than soul mates. Even if we were compatible, I don’t want that with you. I never have, and I never will. Why can’t you get that through your simple country mind?

It took some effort to untie the knot from my throat, but I managed to pry open my teeth long enough to say, Then why have you been taking care of me since I was six years old? He’d watched me grow up from a distance and kept the wraiths away even though I’d never seen him. So he’d told me,