Once An Eve Novel

everyone else. Instead, I carried the thoughts like stones, holding them to feel their weight. No more thinking about the past , Maeve had told me one day. Everyone here has something to forget .
    We walked along the edge of the beach, our feet swallowed by the sand. Gulls circled above. My bike was hidden on the other side of the hill. I pulled it from beneath a prickly shrub and started toward Quinn. She sat on hers, one foot resting on a pedal, tying back her curly hair with a piece of twine. She was wearing a loose turquoise T-shirt, I ♥ NY printed on it in block letters. It rode up in the front, exposing the top of the pink scars that crisscrossed her abdomen. She’d told me how she’d escaped, but she wouldn’t talk about the three years she’d spent inside the School, or the children she’d had there. I let my eyes linger on the swollen lines, thinking of Ruby and Pip.
    We started up the road, pedaling in silence, the only sound the wind rustling the trees. Parts of the mountain had crumbled onto the pavement, leaving piles of rocks and branches that threatened to burst our tires. I concentrated on maneuvering through them.
    Somewhere far off, a shout split the air.
    I glanced over my shoulder, trying to figure out where it had come from. The beach was empty and the tide was coming in, the rocks and sand caught in the endless churning of the waves. Quinn moved off the road, finding cover behind the thick trees, and gestured for me to follow. We huddled together in the overgrowth, our knives out, until a figure finally appeared on the road.
    Harriet slowly came into view, her face twisted and strange as she rode toward us on her bike. She was one of the gardeners who distributed fresh herbs and vegetables to Califia’s restaurants. She always smelled of mint. “Harriet—what’s wrong?” Quinn called, immediately lowering her knife.
    Harriet hopped off her bike and walked toward us, her hair a wild mess from the wind. She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. “There’s been movement in the city. Someone’s on the other side of the bridge.”
    Quinn turned to me. Since I’d arrived, guards had stood at the entrance to Califia, scanning the ruined city of San Francisco, looking for signs of the King’s troops. But no lights had been spotted. No Jeeps, no men.
    Until now.
    Quinn grabbed her bike from the underbrush and started up the road, pulling me along. “They’ve found you,” she said. “There’s not much time.”

two
     
    HARRIET PEDALED AROUND THE BEND. “THIS IS WHY WE HAVE A plan,” Quinn said, speeding alongside me so I could hear her. She glanced sideways, a few matted black curls blown in her eyes. “You’re going to be fine.”
    “I don’t feel fine,” I said, turning so she couldn’t see my face. My chest was tight, each breath short and painful. I’d been discovered. The King was close, and coming closer still.
    Quinn leaned into a sharp turn. The edge of the pavement, a crumbling cliff fifty feet high, was only a few feet away. I held tight to the handlebars, now slippery with sweat, as we climbed the road to the bridge. It was rumored that the regime knew about the community of women nestled in the hills of Sausalito. They believed it to be a small group of female Strays, not a hidden depository for the Trail. The last time they had come through to check on the settlement was nearly five years ago, and the women had scattered into the hills, hiding out for the night. The soldiers had passed their houses and apartments, not noticing the shelters camouflaged by blankets of overgrown ivy.
    The bridge came into view ahead. The towering red structure had been the site of a huge fire. It was piled with burned cars, debris from fallen beams and cables, and the skeletons of those who’d been trapped there while trying to escape the city. I held onto Quinn’s words: This is why we have a plan . If troops were spotted, Quinn and I would leave Sausalito, not stopping until we were deep in the labyrinth of Muir Woods, where an underground bunker had been built years ago. I would stay there, relying on stockpiled supplies, while the soldiers swept through Califia. The rest of the women would move west, up toward Stinson Beach, where they’d wait out the invasion in an abandoned motel. They’d be in enough danger if the settlement were discovered … much more if the soldiers found out they’d been hiding me from the