The Marradith Ryder Series: The Art of Shadows, Part 39
Marradith wasn’t supposed to do it.
But every now and again, she was tempted.
After finishing her work, and brooding too long over her theories of what was behind Rafael’s mysterious coma, she needed something to lift her mood.
She logged onto the Facebook page for Hallsdale High.
After she fled Texas with Justin, she was told that she could never access her old internet accounts again. There was to be no contact with her old friends: no email messages, no phone calls. Her life as a Sojourner demanded that she leave her old life behind.
Marradith sometimes wondered if that was a wise decision.
Of course, when she was being tracked by Leighton, Syd, and their men, she didn’t want to risk any contact that might lead the werewolves back to her friends back home.
But Leighton was gone. Syd had moved on to other things and people.
A fake profile under the name Mary Graham gave her access to pictures and messages passed between friends who logged into the school’s page. She paged through the pictures of the track team, which included a new girl named Petra Danners, who smiled and showed off a medal proudly.
Petra Danners was Marradith’s replacement on the track team.
She saw pictures of other friends together, sitting outside in the quad, laughing and making silly faces for someone’s camera phone. It looked like more fun than she remembered.
They don’t even miss me , she thought. They just kept going without me.
She clicked off the Facebook page and went into her old email account.
Advertisers filled her inbox with spam, regardless to the fact that she hadn’t opened a single email or link from this account in at least six months.
One name stuck out. Harley Solano.
The email was recent. It had only been sent days before.
Marradith had known Harley since elementary school. They were best friends, the closest thing to a sister that either girl had.
Marradith,
Call and tell me you’re alright. Or at least write me back. Where have you been? There was a story on the news some time ago about you being a witness to a shooting or something.
It took a moment for Marradith to decide what she was going to write. She had to be careful what she said. One thing was for certain. She had secrets to protect now, and Harley was a girl that usually knew bullshit when she heard it.
Marradith sighed. She wrote the truth, with a few major details omitted.
Dear Harley,
I’m okay. Sorry that I haven’t written. After the shootings at LessCost, my parents freaked out and relocated us. I couldn’t find my book with all my passwords in it once we unpacked, and I finally found it today. I hope you weren’t worried. My parents don’t want to live in Hallsdale anymore.
Harley must have been sitting in front of her computer, because the response was almost instant:
OMG! I thought for sure somebody had gotten you and you were dead. That’s what people have been saying, you know! Where are you? How have you been? I want to know everything. We have to get together next month.
Next month? Marradith typed.
Don’t play innocent , chica, Harley replied. You know why next month. You’re going to be seventeen.
****
Lysette had a box of her ex-boyfriend’s things, that she kept in the back of her closet. After he died, she couldn’t bring herself to look at it.
She hadn’t been with him at the end, and that had been her choice. After offering him everything that she could- her support, her time, even a transfusion of her own blood, nothing worked.
One morning, she stood in the hall of his house, suitcase in hand. He was more like himself that day, clearheaded, despite the disease that slowly ravaged his mind. He walked up to her, with a look in his eyes that she would never forget. “I love you so much, he said, but you just don’t understand. You’re young, yet. Go and have your life. That’s as it should be. I’ll fight as long as I can, and then, when I can’t anymore…”
She put a finger to his lips. Lysette was surprised to hear a sob from her own throat. She couldn’t count the years they had been together, and it was ending.
He took her hand and bent down and kissed her deeply.
“I don’t want to go, I’m scared,” she admitted. She had never uttered those words to anyone.
He planted a kiss on her forehead, smoothing tendrils of her long hair with his fingertips. “It’s okay, darling. Go.”
She’d left the house, got in her car, and never looked back.
***
Opening the box, she took out a small book of photos.
These were precious items, things that he’d sent to her apartment in California a few weeks after she left him. Many were so old that they needed to be kept someplace cold and dark.
There was a pendant, a gold locket. Lysette recognized it as a momento mori. Inside the sealed jewelry was a bit of ash from Leighton’s first wife, Caroline.
There were pictures. A photo of Leighton and his two young sons, fair skinned black children who would both grow up and leave the island of Kitanya. One would travel to the American south, and the other to Italy, where he would never be heard of again.
There was a daguerrotype of Leighton so old that the face was blurry, though his eyes remained clear.
Amongst these very old things was a new photo, a picture of a teenaged girl.
Despite Marradith’s brown skin, Lysette could see an echo of Leighton’s heritage. Something about her chin, the shape of her face.
And she’d not seen fit to let him at least die in his own way. Marradith killed him. It was a shock when she realized that her own Father, Justin, had married this woman. He was as much a traitor as she was.
Lysette was going to make sure Marradith Ryder paid for killing the only man she’d ever cared about.
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©2011 Lori Titus
The Marradith Ryder Series is expanding, with the release of two novellas outside of the web serial: The Moon Goddess, which will be out in November 2011, and Marradith, Darkly, due for release in February 2012.
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