Cassie Alexander - Deadshifted

Id like to thank all the usual suspects that make writing these books possiblemy husband Paul, my alpha reader Daniel Starr, my agent Michelle Brower, and my editor Rose Hilliard. There is no possible way I could do this (and on this schedule!) without their support.

I also got some special help on Deadshifted from Ian Tregillis, Ben Hanelt, Deirdre Saoirse Moen, and Stephen Blount. Ian and Ben (especially Ben) put up with endless what-if questions from me, and Deirdre and Stephen were fantastic resources on cruise ship logistics, operation, and engineering. Their help was invaluable, although as always any errors are all mine.

I cant wait for you all to see whats in store for Edie nextI hope you enjoy it, and thank you for continuing to read!

I wake up with a start, gasping for air. I have to tell Asher something.

Everythings bright and orange, and I can only see through one eye. The other eyes swollen shut; it burns when I try to open it. Water slaps rubber, over and over, in endless slow applause. I remember the sound from childhood, floating down a lazy river in an inner tube, drunk from beer my older brother had snuck me when I was sixteen.

Edie? Are you okay? Ashers leaning over me. His voice is hoarse.

I have to tell him something.

But I cant. Theres rope in my mouth. And I cant pull the rope away because my hands are tied. My feet too. Im hog-tied, and when I move, my shoulder starts to throb.

Is it still you? Asher asks me. I dont know why hes asking. I dont know what he means.

I have to tell you something, I try to say around the rope, even though I cant remember what it is.

Im so sorry, Edie. Im so, so sorry. It is you, right? he asks, and his voice cracks.

I want to comfort him. To tell him that Im okay, even though its clear that I am not. He looks so afraid right now. Ive never seen him this afraid before.

Were going to be all right. Were going to get away from here. Im going to save you, he says, more to himself than me. He scuttles backward and brings up what I realize is a paddle, then leans over the side of the orange thing were riding on, paddling for all his might.

Inside my mind, things slide into place. My ties, our lifeboat. What I want to say to him.

Hes paddling so hard to nowhere that salt water is spraying my face.

And I remember.

Everything.

I had a death grip on the balcony railing and was looking down at the ocean with trepidation. Our room on the Maraschino was six floors up, maybe four down to the waterline. I couldnt help but wonder just how deep the sea was after that.

Edie, its not like I booked us on the Titanic, Asher called from the doorway of our room.

I turned around to give him a nervous grin. I know, I said, then returned my gaze to the sea. Hed planned this trip for us. A chance for us to get away from the weather in Port Cavell, to go on our first official vacation together. It was just what wed needed, especially when winter rolled in with a white-out blizzard thatd lasted two weeks, making it impossible for us to get to the clinic where we both worked, me as a nurse and him as a doctor. We met before I knew he was a doctor, I swear.

Our cruise had sounded fabulous up until my last-minute packing extravaganza this morning. That was when I realized my period was a week late. My luggage had felt like Id been carrying an anchor with me ever sinceand it was why I was staring out at the ocean like it was a Magic 8 Ball now. I was hoping for a sign, a yes or a no, but the only thing the waves seemed to say was Reply hazy, try again. Dont help or anything. Ive totally got it all, Asher said behind me, bringing in our bags.

Okay! I said with feigned gullibility. He rolled his eyes and tossed the last of our bags onto the bed. I let go of the rail and came over to him. If you hadnt booked us such a long trip, I wouldnt have had to pack so much.

Asher spread his hands. Well, if youd just listened to my plan to keep you in here naked the whole time, I feel sure we could have gotten you down to one small carry-on. I kept telling you they have twenty-four-hour room service.

His lookmystified at how I could fail to grasp such logicmade me laugh. He reached for me, and I stepped into his arms. Think of it, Edie. A two-week trip from LA to Hawaii and back. No snow the whole way.

Yay, adventure! I said from the safety of his armpit.

No. Weve had enough of adventure. Thisand he swept his arm grandly over the ocean, like he was Poseidonis a vacation.

I hadnt had a vacation in a very long time. The road trips my brother and I had been hauled on as a kid where wed seen Mount Rushmore hardly counted. Id had time off before, but Id never been on a real vacation.

And Asher was right about adventures. I didnt need any more of those. Id spent a year of my life knowing too much about the underworld of our hometown, being involved in what could charitably called hijinks or more reasonably Machiavellian death plans orchestrated by the vampire, werewolf, and shapeshifter communities.

All of that had ended when Id started dating Asher seven months ago. In a way, the past seven months with him had already been the best and longest vacation in my whole life.

Asher spun me and I yelped in surprise. We both landed on the bedall white linens, with mountainous amounts of white pillowsand Asher pulled me closer to him. Imagine it. Two weeks, no patients, no MRSA, no vampiresjust you, me, and the sun.

I propped myself up, put my chin on his chest, and squinted at him. No norovirus?

He laughed. I may be a doctor, but Im not God. No guarantees.

His warm smile lit up the whole room. I was so in love with him. I thought about telling him then, blurting out that I was latebut what if it was nothing? Orwhat if by saying something, I jinxed it? Would that be a relief? I didnt even really know yet if I wanted to be pregnant, or even if I was. I was sort of happy, sort of scared, and everything was still sort of imaginary. But we were on board this ship for two weeksId know by the end of our trip. My uterus would have to declare itself one way or the other by then.

He reached out and smoothed my brow with his thumb. I love you. Everythings going to be perfect.

Yeah. It would be. Either way. I had him, and he had me. I tilted my head to kiss the inside of his palm. I completely believe you.

The boat, or ship, whatever it was supposed to be properly called, left the dock with a lurch and began to rock beneath our feet. We gained speed as we left the harbor and I heard the sound of waves slapping against its metal sides. It made noises like an older building in a strong wind.

Asher rolled out of bed and started to industriously unpack.

Cant we go look around first? Our luggage wasnt going anywhere, and Asher was right, I had packed a lot of stuff. It wasnt my fault there were two separate formal nights on board. Formal nights required a lot of extra provisioning.

Hang on, he said, while pulling out a stack of jeans, shorts, and swim trunks. Theres a safety lecture coming up that we have to go to. He started putting his clothes away into the drawers beneath the desk diagonally across from our bed.

How do you I was asking when a five-note chime crackled overhead from an intercom I hadnt noticed in the ceiling. Captain Ames introduced himself and welcomed us aboard at incredible volume, and then a scratchy recording instructing passengers to report to their designated safety zones began.

I just know, Asher said, answering my unfinished question when our instructions were over. But after this, we can take a tour. I promise.