Revival (The Variant Series, #1)
By Jena Leigh
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Possessing the uncanny ability to fry a television set from twenty paces can really wreck a girl’s social life...
If you’re looking for proof, just ask sixteen-year-old Alexandra Parker. After catching her boyfriend in the arms of the prettiest girl in school, she made the journey from social elite to social pariah in a haze of electricity and exploding electronics. But finding herself at the bottom of Bay View High’s social hierarchy was nothing compared to the shock of discovering who—and what—she really is.
After being zapped out of a burning bookstore by the mysterious Declan—a hero nearly as handsome as he is infuriating—Alex finds herself under the protection of the powerful Grayson family. It’s through them that she learns the truth: that the world she’s always known is nothing like it appears to be... and that she has far more in common with them than she might want to believe.
Now, on the run from a fire-wielding hit man and a secretive government organization, Alex must navigate a strange and treacherous new world filled with superhuman mutants known as Variants. As she begins to unravel the many secrets of her family’s past, she uncovers the real reason for her parents’ death twelve years earlier—and finds out that the threat to her family, and to everyone she cares about, is still dangerously real.
Revival is the first electrifying novel of The Variant Series. A page-turning YA paranormal series full of unexpected twists that will keep you reading late into the night and leave you craving the next installment.
Reader Praise for Revival
“I cannot say enough how amazing it is. So unique, great story and characters that you will love from the first page. I cannot wait for the rest of the books in this series, Revival left me wanting more, LOTS MORE!” - mehimand5ofthem ★★★★★
“A dose of supernatural mixed with the perfectly ordinary that makes it almost believable, and completely engrossing. Love, love, loved it!” - Julie B ★★★★★
“One of the best YA books I've ever read, what a treat this was!! Loved the characters, the plot and the dialogue, and the ending put a HUGE smile on my face :) I soooo need the sequel and more Leigh books!” - Kara Grant ★★★★★
“Is this a good book? Hell's yes! This is the author's first book and let me say, it is amazing. It has a great plot, twist and leaves you wanting more. I want more!” - Silver Soul ★★★★★
"This book has it all-romance (slow build), suspense, intrigue, humor, character development, friendships and an actual plot building over the entire book and continuing on for an entire series. Well done!!!! A breath of fresh air after many many nights of stale books.” - Kyla1m ★★★★★
Jena Leigh
Jena Leigh is the author of the Variant Series novels REVIVAL, RESISTANCE, REDUX, and RECKONING. Born and raised in the lightning capital of North America, she eventually made her home in the Smoky Mountains of Western North Carolina. A shameless geek, she loves coffee, loud music, bad sci-fi movies, Skittles, and shenanigan-filled road trips to faraway concerts.To find out more about The Variant Series and author Jena Leigh, visit her online at www.jenaleighbooks.com or @jenaleighbooks.
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Revival (The Variant Series, #1) - Jena Leigh
One
"A lex? What in the world are you doing in there ?"
Alex Parker’s elbow collided with the dressing room wall, resulting in a loud thunk and a spike of pain that radiated through her forearm. She let out a grunt.
A deceptively lightweight, three-quarter sleeve, eggplant sweater—the very latest in spring fashion according to her best friend Cassie—was currently holding her captive. The fabric had wrapped itself around her neck and shoulders in some strange, cloth imitation of an Amazonian anaconda. The more Alex struggled to pull it off, the tighter its hold became.
She craned her neck from side to side, hoping to wiggle her head free from the material. No
such
luck
.
This was why Alex didn’t do shopping.
This.
Right
here
.
Alex stopped struggling and let out a sigh of defeat.
Cassie?
She turned toward the curtain. At least, she thought she was facing the curtain. The world around her was being filtered through midnight-colored cashmere.
Yes?
… Help?
Curtain hooks scraped across a dingy metal rod as Cassie pulled aside the canvas partition and slipped inside the tiny
dressing
room
.
What in the…
Cassie mumbled. "How did
you
even
…?"
Alex could feel a gentle tugging at the fabric and tried to hold still as Cassie worked the material loose.
Scratch that,
said Cassie, pulling the sweater off of Alex with one final yank. Her expression was wry. "I don’t want
to
know
."
A wayward lock of hair fell into Alex’s line of sight and she blew it out of the way. Sweeping her noncompliant curls back up and into a ponytail, she tugged her muted gray tank top back into place.
With a sigh, Cassie tossed her the man-eating sweater. "So much for bringing a little color back into your wardrobe. She frowned at the purple material as Alex worked it back onto the hanger.
I understand your desire to be invisible, Lexie, but a little color never hurt anyone."
Cassie’s original suggestion had been a pink and white RVCA dress that cost a fortune and barely made it past Alex’s hips. The sweater had been a compromise.
It’s not that Alex particularly liked the dark colored shirts and jeans that had overtaken her closet in the last few months. They just seemed safer. Less likely to attract attention.
Have I earned my lunch yet?
Alex asked, daring to sound hopeful.
Four months ago, a day of surf, sun and shopping at the boardwalk with her best friend would have sounded like the perfect way to spend the first day of spring break. Now it was just another cruel reminder of how much things had changed.
Alright,
said Cassie. Enough outlet shopping for one morning. When the clothes start fighting back, it’s definitely time for a lunch break.
Relieved, Alex reached for her messenger bag and made her escape from the
dressing
room
.
Pizza?
Cassie asked, working her way toward the register. Alex trailed a few steps behind her, eyeing a lime-green bikini hanging on one of the mannequins. Her hand traced the three-inch scar that marred her
right
side
.
If
only
.
I was thinking seafood.
Alex tore her gaze away from the tiny swatches of fabric. What do you think? In the mood for lunch at The Mainsail?
Cassie’s march to the checkout had come to an abrupt halt. She now stood stock-still in the middle of the aisle, staring openly at a guy perusing the men’s section on the opposite side of the store.
"Hello, gorgeous! Cassie said under her breath. She snagged Alex by the arm and spun her around so that they were facing each other.
Lexie my love, I think I’ve found your
rebound
man
."
Alex fought back the urge to roll her eyes. The grimace, however, wasn’t about to be contained.
This made the third rebound man Cassie had picked out for her today and it was only lunchtime.
"I don’t need a rebound
man
,
Cass
."
It’s been four months!
And?
"And you need to get back in the game! A little bit of romance is exactly what you need to get you out of this ridiculous funk that you’ve
been
in
."
"I’m not in
a
funk
!"
Okay, so she’d been single for a while now and things hadn’t exactly been going her way in the love department. Or, for that matter, in any department.
That didn’t mean she was depressed.
I’m not exactly prime dating material right now, Cassie,
she continued. Or have you forgotten about my little affliction?
Little affliction was putting it kindly. Alex usually referred to it as her one-way ticket to life in a traveling
freak
show
.
Cassie huffed. "Would you at least look at the fine specimen of masculinity I’ve picked out for you before you start in on all the reasons why it
won’t
work
?"
Resigned, Alex glanced over her shoulder at the guy in question.
And,
okay
,
wow
.
There was no questioning Cassie’s taste.
He was tall, with tousled dirty blonde hair, a couple days worth of stubble, and the most beautiful hazel eyes Alex had ever seen. The gray military-style jacket, dark jeans and motorcycle boots were a bit unwarranted given the 80-degree weather on the beach today, but the look definitely worked
for
him
.
It obviously worked for Cassie, who couldn’t stop stealing glances at him from over her shoulder.
He was certainly interesting. And maybe Cassie was right. Maybe interesting was what she needed
right
now
.
Seeming to sense that he was being observed, he glanced up from the t-shirt he’d been inspecting, fixed his gaze directly on Alex… and smirked.
Ack, crap!
Alex whipped back around to face Cassie before he could see the blush creeping into her cheeks. Nothing like getting caught staring to start the blood pumping.
Alex took a deep breath and worked to calm her nerves. She could feel a charge building in the air around her and knew that she needed to relax before it built into something more destructive.
Well that was embarrassing,
Alex mumbled.
Cassie didn’t respond. Her attention was fixed on something behind Alex, near the front of the store—something that had caused her eyes to narrow and had twisted the corners of her mouth into an angry scowl.
Before she could locate the source of her friend’s aggravation, a heavy hand came to rest on Alex’s shoulder.
Lexie,
said a familiar voice.
Alex couldn’t help it… She jumped.
The tingle of static electricity that had begun seeping into the air of the shop a moment earlier rose quickly to a crescendo.
No stopping
it
now
.
Alex cringed.
Two computers at the register kiosk shorted out with a fizzle and a pop. Alex listened to the salesperson cursing behind her as he attempted to resurrect the fried machines.
Perfect.
Alex turned around.
Her ex-boyfriend, Connor, was staring down at her with an apologetic expression. His gaze traveled between the register
and
Alex
.
He, of all people, knew better than to sneak up on her
like
that
.
She risked a glance toward the guy in the military jacket just as the bell attached to the shop’s front door chimed. Her mystery man was already making his way out and onto the boardwalk.
Great. Well, so much
for
that
.
Could this morning get any worse?
Connor’s hand still gripped her shoulder. The heat radiating from his palm had her remembering a time when his touch hadn’t been quite so unwelcome.
Connor.
Alex did her best to mimic Cassie’s scowl. Where’s Jessica?
He winced and had the good sense to look abashed.
As if the mere mention of her arch-nemesis was enough to summon the creature out of the darkness from whence it came, the long-legged, bleached-blonde bombshell sashayed through the front door of the shop. Her bright green eyes locked on the two
of
them
.
Alex wished she were somewhere else.
Anywhere
else
.
We need to talk,
Connor said to her quietly.
She held tight to her anger and ignored the charge that was once again building in the air. Nothing left to fry… Except maybe the cell phone Connor carried in his pocket. The thought of it going nuclear while still trapped in his shorts almost made her smile.
Almost.
Alex sighed. Connor was a jerk. But even he didn’t deserve that. She took another deep breath to calm herself and the static in the air began to dissipate.
Please, Lexie…
Those big brown eyes of his were not going to suck her in again. He was a jerk. And he certainly didn’t deserve
her
pity
.
Even if he did somewhat resemble a kicked puppy.
He took hold of both her shoulders then, and she was loathe to discover that his grip was still as warm and reassuring as it had been back when they were still together.
What do you want?
asked Cassie, her voice dripping with venom on Alex’s behalf.
Still unsure of what to say to him, Alex stole a moment to look him over while Cassie had him distracted.
He definitely hadn’t waited until spring break to get to work on that tan. And judging from the wet sheen of his jet-black hair, he’d just come from the shore. He’d spent the morning surfing with Jeff and Tyler, no doubt. She tried not to picture the rock hard abs and perfectly toned shoulder muscles lurking beneath Connor’s black t-shirt.
She tried. And she failed miserably.
What was it about exes? Why were they always twice as attractive after a
break
-
up
?
Meanwhile, after her run in with the wrap-sweater-of-doom, Alex’s frizzy curls and flushed expression probably had her looking like she’d just finished the Boston marathon on a
humid
day
.
How was
that
fair
?
Please, Alex,
he was saying. I’ve got to talk to you. Just five minutes… Please.
Alex could feel her resolve cracking around the edges.
What was wrong
with
her
?
Before she could figure out the reason behind the traitorous emotions, Jessica’s shrill voice cut the air like a knife.
"Connor! There
you
are
!"
Connor dropped his hands from Alex’s shoulders.
That did it. The inexplicable urge to forgive him evaporated as quickly as it had appeared. Her determination suddenly restored, she gave a nod in the direction of the irate girl stalking
toward
them
.
If you want someone to talk to, I’d try your girlfriend,
she
said
.
"But,
Lexie
—
"
Sorry, Connor.
Cassie dropped her would-be purchases onto a nearby display and grabbed Alex by the wrist. You lost that right when you made the exceptionally bad decision to cheat on my girl here. So you can take whatever it was you wanted to say to her and shove it up your ass. She’s not interested.
Alex turned on her heel and followed Cassie out of the store. As they emerged into the bright sunshine of the boardwalk, Alex let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Ugh!
Cassie led the way down the promenade at a steady clip, her blonde hair whipping around in the breeze. "The nerve of
that
guy
!"
Alex sucked in a deep breath of the warm salty air, grateful to be walking out onto the pier and away from any more electronic equipment. The last thing she needed right now was to accidentally barbecue another computer.
She sighed. So much for a peaceful start to their vacation.
Two
It hadn’t always been
like
this
.
Alex hadn’t always possessed the freakish ability to fry a television set from twenty paces. She had been normal once. Just like Cassie. Just like Connor.
Four months ago she had been relatively popular, making straight A’s, and had her sights set on an Ivy League college. Alex had also been the envy of every girl in their junior class—she’d been dating senior-class hottie, Connor Talbot.
Her life had been picture perfect.
And then one day, out of nowhere, Connor went and broke her heart… and everything had changed.
Alex had since realized that most major, life-altering changes came in one of two varieties.
The first was the kind of change that you saw coming.
Take Alex’s beat-up Jeep Wrangler, for example.
It had taken two summer jobs and months of saving, but three weeks after her sixteenth birthday, Alex had finally pulled together enough cash to afford a
new
car
.
Well… New-ish, anyway.
Dear God,
Connor had said. "You’re not serious about buying this thing, are you, babe? This is a joke, right? You’re joking."
I’ve got to hand it to you, Alex,
Cassie had said. "That is one Grade-A, top-of-the-line, heap you’ve picked out for yourself."
It’s a bucket of rust, Lee-Lee,
her Aunt Cil had argued with a sigh. "Surely we can find you something more suitable
than
that
."
It had taken Alex less than thirty seconds to fall in love with that Jeep. And in less than a heartbeat, her boyfriend, her aunt, and her best friend had all ruled
it
out
.
Undeterred, Alex began listing what she saw as the Jeep’s selling points, ticking them off on her fingers as
she
went
.
It was jet black (if you overlooked the reddish-brown accents of the slowly oxidizing framework), it had air conditioning (a must if you didn’t want to die of heat stroke during the dog-days of a Florida summer), there was a soft-top that could easily be rolled up on sunny days (it was basically the convertible that she and Cassie had always wanted—only, you know… not), and it got excellent gas mileage for a Jeep its age (which is to say, she’d be able to afford the gas—provided she never had to drive it anywhere that was farther than ten
miles
away
).
It was perfect.
And besides that, it was the only car on the lot that was even remotely in her price-range.
Are you offering to help pay for a better car, Aunt Cil?
Alex had asked.
She and her aunt had been over this. Aunt Cil wanted Alex to earn her first car and pay for it with her own money—and Alex would never have dreamed of asking her aunt for the cash, anyway.
…No.
Then the rust bucket it is!
Smiling, Alex had turned toward the nearest salesman—a smallish man who smelled vaguely of onions and was wearing a rather unfortunate toupee—and started the negotiations.
The instant Leo down at Vinny’s Auto World dropped that jangling set of keys into her outstretched palm, Alex had known her life would never be the same again.
But that had been the point.
That change was one that she’d worked very hard, over the course of many months, to achieve.
The second variety of life-altering changes, she’d learned, were the ones that struck you like a bolt from the blue, usually turning your life upside-down in the process.
Only twice in sixteen years had Alex experienced that sort of upheaval.
The first had happened when she
was
four
.
The second had taken place exactly four months, three weeks and one
day
ago
.
It happened on a Tuesday.
Alex and Cassie had been stuck in the computer lab since school let out, working on a PowerPoint presentation for their economics class. The computer science teacher, Mr. Hanson, had gone home an hour earlier, leaving them alone in the lab to finish their report.
At least they were alone… until the door opened and a couple of students came stumbling though.
Alex had been standing by the printer, copies of their PowerPoint slides still warm in her hands, when she noticed them—a rather familiar looking couple, six feet away and frenching the life out of each other. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and her mouth seemed to have been permanently adhered
to
his
.
A full five seconds passed before her brain managed to process what it was she was seeing.
Jessica and Conner had slipped into the computer lab, assuming it was empty, and were well on their way into a serious make-out session.
Oh. My. God,
Cassie managed.
Suddenly realizing they weren’t alone, Connor broke off the embrace and pushed Jessica to arms length. His face flushed bright red as a look of panic flickered in his expression.
Jessica, on the other hand,
appeared
smug
.
I can explain!
said Connor.
Alex couldn’t find her voice to speak, but she didn’t have to. Her best friend did it
for
her
.
"You lousy, cheating, jerk! Cassie spat, leaping to her feet and shoving the rolly chair under the desk with a little too much force.
How could you? And with Jessica Huffman? Could you have picked anyone skankier?"
"Who are you calling a skank?" Jessica
shot
back
.
Cassie and Jessica’s argument faded into the background as Connor finally turned to face her. As their eyes met, something inside of Alex snapped.
At first, she assumed that the unfamiliar sensation coursing through her was simply the shock that came from seeing her philandering boyfriend in the arms of another girl—but that assumption didn’t
last
long
.
As the feeling intensified, the air around them grew thick with the smell of ozone and the tingle of static electricity.
Before Alex could make sense of what was happening, a bolt of electricity arced from an electrical socket on the far side of the room and slammed into the nearest computer. One by one the computers shorted out, the surge of electricity working its way toward them in a wave of blinding light and shattering glass.
Cassie jumped out of the way and pressed herself against a window as the surge
passed
by
.
Alex could see the wave getting closer, could hear the strange whirring noise coming from the printer in front of her, but her feet were frozen in place. Her mind screamed at her muscles to move, but all she could manage was a surprised gasp as the wave of destruction reached the computers across the aisle.
Lexie, lookout!
Connor slammed into her as the printer Alex had been standing in front of exploded into flames. The next thing she felt was the jagged corner of a waist-high filing cabinet tearing through her
right
side
.
She cried out in shock and in pain and only barely registered the impact when she and Connor landed in a heap on the linoleum floor.
Outside in the parking lot, half a dozen car alarms wailed to life. All Alex could hear, though, was the ringing in
her
ears
.
When she opened her eyes she found Connor kneeling next to her, staring blankly at her stomach.
Are you okay?
asked
Alex
.
Connor looked up. "Am I okay? He seemed surprised by her question. Alex struggled to sit up, but Connor held her still.
Lexie, stop! Don’t try
and
move
."
But I need to check on Cass,
she protested.
Cassie was hurrying toward her, grabbing a discarded sweatshirt along the way. Don’t move, Alex,
she
said
.
Confused, Alex looked down to see what it was about her stomach that had so captured everyone’s attention.
Shaking fingers traveled to her waistline. A steady flow of blood was pouring from a gash across her abdomen, turning her white cotton shirt a muddy shade of crimson.
Cassie knelt beside her and pressed the sweatshirt hard against
Alex’s
side
.
Her memory went a little hazy
after
that
.
According to Cassie, it took Connor less than a minute to put out the flames of the printer and the smoldering computers thanks to a nearby fire extinguisher. The paramedics Cassie called arrived minutes later and whisked Alex off to the hospital for a blood transfusion and eighteen stitches.
Since she wasn’t family, Cassie hadn’t been allowed to ride in the ambulance. Instead she’d been stuck at the school with Connor and Jessica, explaining to Principal Snyder what had happened. Despite Jessica’s attempts to implicate Alex, the accident was eventually ruled to be the result of a freak power surge.
Officially, that was the story.
Unofficially, Jessica wasted no time in telling half the school about Alex’s bizarre psychotic episode
wherein she had tried her best to murder Jessica and Connor, in true Carrie-at-the-prom fashion. Jessica creatively edited the details so as to make the tale more believable, but in the end, Alex had still been branded a freak.
With Connor’s testimony supporting the claims, Alex’s social standing went up in flames faster than the Hindenburg. She’d gone from social elite to social pariah before she could even be discharged from the hospital.
It didn’t help that she’d been trapped at home for the next two weeks while she recovered from her injury. Without Alex there to defend herself, the rumor mill
ran
wild
.
Alex’s Aunt Cil had spent the entire two weeks glued to her side, insisting that Alex stay off her feet so that she could heal. She’d always been something of a worrywart when it came to Alex’s well-being. It was a maternal and over-protective side of her personality that stood in contrast to her normally carefree nature.
Cecilia Cross—or Aunt Cil, as Alex called her—was about as free-spirited as they came. As a professional artist, Cil had earned quite a name for herself in their small, seaside community; her tiled sculptures and handmade porcelain pottery often fetched a pretty penny in the busier galleries down on the boardwalk.
And, like most artists, Cil had that quality about her that occasionally left you wondering if she was really there with you, or if she’d slipped into some other world entirely. There were times when they’d be in the midst of a conversation and Alex would start to suspect that, in her mind, her aunt had already disappeared into the small workshop that stood behind their blue, two-story Victorian home, in order to plan out her next creative project.
Before becoming Alex’s guardian, Cil had embraced a much more bohemian lifestyle. At 27, she’d long since decided to