Fear: A Gone Novel

been on watch there. Now she was gone. But Drake knew perfectly well the houseboat had been left there as a lure for him. They wanted him to be stupid enough to attack.
    He felt a sudden flash of rage. Sam, oh, so very clever, moving all his vulnerable people out onto the boats. He hadn’t seemed so clever when Drake had whipped the flesh from him and Sam had cried out in pain and tears had streamed from his eyes....”
    A low growl of pleasure came from Drake’s lips. It made the coyotes nervous.
    Then two things happened: Orc climbed heavily down into a comically small rowboat.
    Perfect! Let Orc bring the boat in. Drake would wait until the behemoth was clear and then he could take the boat out to collect Diana.
    The only problem was the second thing that was happening: Drake was feeling the queasy sensation he got when Brittney emerged.
    He snapped his whip in frustration. But that whip had already shriveled to a third of its usual length.
    Drake quickly bit his index finger, drawing blood. He found a flat surface of rock and in the few seconds he had left he scrawled the word “sailbo—”

TWENTY
17 H OURS , 20 M INUTES
    SAM WOKE SUDDENLY and knew something had happened.
    He lay amid the twisted blanket for a few seconds trying to gather together the threads of unconscious perception. Movements, sounds, hazy notions of murmured conversation.
    Then he got quickly to his feet. He pulled on his clothing and stepped out into the main hallway. He was heading for the stairs when he stopped, turned, and saw confirmation: Astrid’s backpack was gone.
    He pushed back a sliding closet door. Her shotgun was gone as well.
    At that moment Dekka came down the stairs. She was startled to see him up. He was sure he saw a guilty look cross her face before being suppressed.
    “She took the letters,” Sam said flatly.
    “She knocked me out,” Dekka said. She pointed at the bruise on the side of her head and turned her face so he could see it by the light of the small Sammy sun.
    Sam’s lips curled into a feral snarl. “Right. Astrid. Knocked you out.”
    “She popped me with the butt of her shotgun.”
    “I can see that. I also know what it takes to beat you down, Dekka.”
    She flared angrily, but he knew it was the truth, and she knew that he knew.
    “I’m sending Brianna after her.”
    “Astrid’s right: we need PB to know what’s happening, and we need to work together with them. Someone needs to take that letter to Albert and Caine.”
    “Not Astrid,” Sam snapped. He started to push past her to where Brianna lay snoring, blissfully unaware.
    Dekka stepped in front of him. “No, Sam.”
    Sam stepped up to her, so close they almost touched. “You don’t tell me no, Dekka.”
    “If you send Brianna after her, one of two things: Breeze finds her and drags her back. And Astrid will hate you for it. Or Breeze hits a rock at seventy miles an hour and ends up dead or busted up.”
    Sam started to say something angry. Instead his voice broke. “Drake’s out there!” He tried to say more but the words couldn’t get past the lump in his throat, so he pointed, jabbing his finger furiously toward the land.
    “She’s doing the right thing,” Dekka said. “And you can’t send the girl I love to die in order to rescue the girl you love.”
    Sam felt his lip quiver. He wanted to be furious, but raw emotion was making him weak. He swallowed hard and shook his head once, angrily shaking off the upwelling fear and loss. “I’ll go after her. I’ll bring her back.”
    “No, boss.” It was Edilio. He stepped out from behind Dekka. “Kids wake up tomorrow morning and see you gone without even an explanation, that’s it, man. You gotta look strong and stay strong. You have the light, Sam, and that’s all that will keep people together.”
    “You don’t understand,” Sam pleaded. “Drake is sick. He hates Astrid. You don’t know what he can do.”
    “Drake hates everyone,” Edilio said.
    Suddenly Sam found his anger. “You don’t understand a damned thing, Edilio; you don’t have anyone, you don’t have anyone you need or love or care about, it’s just you.”
    He regretted the words as soon as he spoke them. But it was too late.
    Edilio’s usually warm, sad eyes narrowed and went cold. He pushed his way around Dekka and stood face-to-face with Sam. He stabbed his finger in Sam’s face. “There’s a lot you don’t know, Sam. There’s a lot I don’t tell you. I know who I am,” he said with