Everlasting
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Ivy should be ecstatic that her formerly dead boyfriend Tristan is back on earth with her, but the life of a fallen angel is never easy. Tristan has been cast down in the body of a murderer, and the police are after him. Now, there’s only one way that he and Ivy can be together: They must clear him of the murder.
But when it becomes clear that there are darker forces at work—that Tristan and Ivy are still paying the price for Ivy’s miraculous survival of the car crash—the star-crossed lovers have more at stake than ever before. And one of them may not be alive much longer....
Elizabeth Chandler
Elizabeth Chandler is a pseudonym for Mary Claire Helldorfer. She is the author of the Kissed by an Angel and Dark Secrets series. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The 5th book from the series. Same excitement. Love it!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I didn't like this one quite as much as the rest in the series...but I did like it quite a lot. One thing I struggled with was remembering where we left off in the previous book and in hindsight I probably should have re-read or at least skimmed book 4 before starting. I think I would have been able to get into the story a little quicker that way. Once I was in though, I was hooked. The thought of Tristan just being unable to leave time after time because of his bond with Ivy is just too romantic. Again we are left with no closure though, we have to sit and wait for the next book after a cliffhanger. Lucky for me, I have the next book on hand to read!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Being in love with this series, I knew had to read the book. For me, I was expecting more in this book. I have seen these characters grow and learn through out the series. So when I started reading the book I just felt like something was missing.I really enjoyed the characters. The characters have changed so much through out the series its good to see them all working together instead of fighting. They learned to trust each other and to help each other out. The way that they worked together to help find answers is neat! I enjoyed going on their wild chases to find out who was the murder.Now the plot line I didn't really enjoy. For me, it felt like the plot repeated. There was still tension between Ivy and Will, still jealousy amongst the circle of friends. While they grew, they are still doing the same thing they have done in the book before. You understand what I am saying? I felt like the plot didn't really move so that's my only gripe about the book.The love interest is still enduring as ever and I could never get enough of Ivy and Tristan. They are a couple who's love is rare to find but so peaceful to read!Everlasting is an great book! As a fan of this series, it's like stepping into the world I never left. The fight between good and evil is brewing and about to blow. With an heart-stopping ending, Everlasting will leave you smiling!
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Everlasting - Elizabeth Chandler
Prologue
GREGORY WAS CERTAIN NOW: IVY KNEW ABOUT HIM. She had finally realized he was inside Beth’s mind. His pleasure doubled. After all, what satisfaction was there in hurting Ivy if she didn’t know he was doing it?
Vengeance is mine.
Each day he was growing stronger and more skillful. From the moment he began prowling Beth’s mind, she had fought him, but he was wearing her down. Beth would soon obey him, body and soul. Let Ivy call to Tristan for help—Angel Tristan was gone. And the ever-loyal Will had turned against her.
To get Ivy alone—that excited Gregory just as it had when he was walking the earth in his own body. Beth must have felt his excitement: Her body trembled.
While he gained control over Beth’s mind, it would be amusing to use some of his old tactics. To create dread—to slowly torture Ivy’s mind and soul—would be nearly as much fun as killing her. And he would kill her. He would win this time.
Vengeance is mine, he thought, and felt deep satisfaction as Beth’s lips moved silently with his words: Soon. Soon.
One
INCREDIBLE!
CHASE EXCLAIMED, HIS GRAY EYES assessing Ivy with mock admiration.
Ivy, Will, and Beth squeezed together on their picnic blanket to make room. Chase had arrived at the last minute, claiming a place on the bayside beach among the Fourth of July revelers. Somehow, he always seemed to find them.
Last year your boyfriend was murdered,
Chase went on, his eyes bright with amusement. This year you hook up with a cold-blooded killer. That’s quite a dating résumé for a nice girl like you!
Ivy wanted to tell him off; instead, she shook her head as if she could hardly believe how badly she had been deceived. It’s horrifying! I was totally fooled by Luke. I never thought he was capable of violence.
It was obvious to me,
Chase replied.
Will, who had been aimlessly drawing in the sand, threw aside the stick he’d been using. He lifted his head, his brown eyes narrowing with dislike. Ivy knew why.
Chase had been curious about the stranger who had washed up on Lighthouse Beach and skeptical about Luke’s amnesia. But it was Will who had repeatedly warned her that a guy found badly beaten and unconscious, who claimed he had no idea how it happened, probably had a dark past. Ivy had attributed Will’s warnings to his habit of being protective of her. When she had ended her romantic relationship with Will, she’d chalked up his actions to jealousy. But in the end, Will’s decision to report Ivy’s new love to the police had appeared to be the right one. Luke McKenna was on the run, wanted for strangling his ex-girlfriend.
It’s over now,
Will said. Let’s drop the subject.
I was just thinking—
Chase persisted.
It’s over!
Will snapped.
Ivy knew that, given what Will and the others didn’t know, Will’s anger with her was justified. The fact that he was able to keep it down to a simmer and continue to work with her at the Seabright Inn was evidence of his strong character. Last summer, when Tristan had died, Will had risked his life to save Ivy from Tristan’s murderer, Gregory. As far as her friends knew, Ivy had recently broken up with Luke because she had been deceived once more by a cold-blooded killer.
It’s not over,
Beth said.
Everyone turned to her.
He will have revenge.
The skin on Ivy’s arm prickled. Was Beth talking about Luke—or Gregory?
Luke got his revenge when he strangled that girl,
Chase replied. He’s on the lam. If he has half a brain, he’s far away by now.
Luke McKenna was far away, Ivy thought. He had drowned the night Tristan crawled to shore in Luke’s body. But where was Tristan?
Ivy prayed he was somewhere safe, a place where the police would never find him and charge him with Luke’s crime. But safety meant he was far away from here, far away from her. She ached as much as she had the first time she had lost him.
Withdrawing from the conversation, Ivy gazed out at the dark water of Cape Cod Bay. Now and then a small flare discharged, brightening the outlines of a barge laden with fireworks. People impatiently checked the time on their cell phones and watches. Finally, a bright missile shot up from the barge, and every face turned toward the sky.
Oh!
the spectators exclaimed in one breath. Color exploded against the night sky, bright red bars ending in a circle of stars. Ivy watched the fireworks’ falling sparks: pure bits of light suddenly going dark and drifting into nothingness.
Why was Tristan inside Luke’s body? she wondered. Lacey claimed that Tristan had fallen the night he used his angelic powers to give life to Ivy. Was he a dark angel now? Ivy’s heart rebelled at the thought. Tristan had acted in pure love. Her stepbrother, Gregory, had acted with jealousy, greed, and deadly anger. Last summer, trying to murder her, he had killed Tristan instead. For a time, Gregory had pretended to grieve with and comfort Ivy. He’d acted the part of loving older brother with her younger brother, Philip, just to get to her. If Gregory had had his way, he would have killed them both. It was Gregory who had died and become a demon, not Tristan.
A cascade of colors brought her back to the present. Purple splashed over brilliant green, gold spilled over purple. The sky is raining fire, she thought. She turned to look at Beth and caught her breath: Her best friend gazed back at her, fire and darkness in her eyes. A series of booms drew Beth’s attention. A finale of garish explosions bathed Beth’s upturned face in a sinister radiance.
It was over; smoke hung heavily over the still bay. A moment of silence was followed by applause and a blast of boat horns. People around them stood up, talking excitedly about which firework was their favorite.
I’ve seen better,
Chase said as they crossed the beach toward Wharf Lane. In Jackson Hole—
Life must be a continual disappointment to you,
Will observed, since you’ve always seen and experienced something better.
Chase shrugged. Why pretend? I dislike false modesty. Don’t you, Elizabeth?
he added, draping his arm across Beth’s shoulders.
Beth slid out from under his arm, and he laughed. The more Beth tried to get away from Chase, the harder he pursued her. Initially, her reunion with a boy she had known since middle-school summers on the Cape had left Beth in awe. Somehow gawky Chase Hardy had morphed into a tall, broad-shouldered guy with sea-mist eyes and dark curly hair. He could have dropped out of any one of the romances Beth liked to write. But since the night of the séance, Beth had changed, withdrawing from him, from Ivy, from most everyone but Will.
Watching Chase and Beth together, Will frowned. Ivy wondered if it was his dislike for Chase or his surprise at Beth’s behavior that prompted his reaction. The old Beth, the most sensitive person Ivy knew, would have let a cobra rest on her shoulders if she feared she might otherwise hurt its feelings.
For the last week Ivy had kept her discovery about Beth’s secret, hoping she was wrong—knowing she wasn’t—looking for the right moment to talk with Will about their friend. In retrospect, it seemed so clear: Beth, a natural medium, would be the easiest mind for Gregory to slip into. Still, everything about Beth, her voice and softly rounded face and feathery sweep of light-colored hair, was gentle. It was only when Ivy dared to look into Beth’s darkening eyes that she could believe Gregory was present in her friend.
Chase fell into step with Will as they started up Wharf Lane, discussing movies. Ivy walked beside Beth, who kept her face averted, as if she were interested only in the dark hedges and stone walls that lined the narrow road. The lane ended at Route 6A, where a large Victorian house occupied one corner and an old church perched on the other. Will had parked in the pebble lot behind the church.
Hold up,
Will said, pausing at the edge of the lot. I want to take a look at this place.
An artist, he was always on the hunt for interesting landscapes and buildings.
They followed him as he circled the church. It was small, with just three sets of elongated double windows on each side, steep rooflines, and triangular dormers. A square bell tower anchored the corner of the wooden building, its high porch covered by a trussed roof forming the entrance to the church. The wood that sheathed the bell tower was laid in narrow bands, the first story running horizontally, the second vertically, with the boards below the bell cut in wavy lines as if an expert baker had iced the blocky tower with a delicate knife.
The church’s doors were locked—Will tried them. Chase stood at the bottom of the steps, looking bored. Beth backed away from the building, her arms folded and shoulders hunched as if she were cold.
This isn’t a church anymore,
Ivy said, reading a lawn placard. They’re raising money to restore the building and use it for community events.
She walked back to where Beth stood and gazed upward into the tower’s shadows, seeing a faint outline against the night sky. It looks as if it still has its bell.
‘Ask not for whom the bell tolls,’
Chase quoted in a fake British voice. ‘It tolls for thee.’
Beth glanced over her shoulder apprehensively, then her eyes rose to the bell. It will toll when it’s time,
she said softly.
John Donne, seventeenth-century poet and homilist,
Chase continued. He’s talking about how we don’t see our own connection to other humans, how each person whose life has been lost is our loss and—
I see it,
Beth said. Then she added so quietly only Ivy could hear, Soon. The bell will toll soon.
The skin on the back of Ivy’s neck felt cold. Sometimes, when Beth saw
things, she foresaw them. Was she speaking as herself or for Gregory? Was she seeing his plan? Was someone going to die soon?
Ivy laid a hand on her friend’s arm. Beth—
Beth shook it off and walked away, taking the long route, circling the church counterclockwise back to the car.
Angels protect her,
Ivy prayed. Angels protect us all.
Two
TRISTAN WAS RUNNING. FROM WHAT, TO WHERE—HE didn’t know. A heart that wasn’t his pounded in his chest. His legs moved with the swiftness of someone who had been used to running, dodging, and hiding.
But Tristan couldn’t get away—couldn’t put distance between himself and the voices—murmuring, menacing, inhuman voices. He stopped for a moment, trying to decipher words, but all he could hear were emotions: misery and rage.
He started running again, crashing through bushes, snapping branches underfoot, sending a cascade of stones rolling over the edge of a ravine. But the noise he made did nothing to muffle the voices. No matter what he did they were there, just above his threshold of hearing.
Out of breath, Tristan stopped a second time and found himself on the top of a ridge, looking down a steep hillside of rocks and trees. Suddenly, he remembered: The night he and Will had raced to the train bridge to save Ivy, the voices had rung in their ears. Demons, he’d thought.
Though his weary legs were heavy and unsteady beneath him, Tristan continued to run. He saw Ivy on the bridge as he had seen her that misty night last autumn, high above the rocks and river. He raced toward her, calling her name. He tripped, and the voices shrieked with delight as he tumbled headlong, falling, falling—
Tristan jerked awake. It was a dream, just a dream, he said to himself. Still he cowered against the large roots of a fallen tree. Looking around him in the moonlit night, he saw that he was lying halfway down a hillside of rocks and trees. He knew where he was now: Nickerson State Park, Cape Cod, where he had hidden when he’d first escaped the hospital.
Several weeks earlier, when he was found barely alive at the ocean’s edge and brought to the hospital, not knowing his own name, the doctors had thought he had amnesia. But the life he couldn’t recall had been Luke McKenna’s, not his, and slowly he had remembered the details of his own life as Tristan. He had remembered Ivy.
He knew he’d died once when he was with Ivy. Returning as an angel, his mission had been to warn her about Gregory. With the help of Beth and Will, and an angel named Lacey, Tristan had succeeded. Then he’d moved on to the Light.
So why had he returned? Tristan remembered saving Ivy a second time, when his angelic powers healed her the night of the accident on Morris Island. Ivy had told him that Gregory was back with the powers of a demon, and Tristan believed he had been sent to help Ivy again. But if that was true, why, after healing her, had he been stripped of all angelic powers—and worse, placed in the body of an accused murderer? How could he help her while on the run from the police?
It felt like a cosmic test, one that was rigged against him. And the voices were taunting him, dooming him to failure. Were the voices the dark thoughts of Gregory?
The only thing Tristan knew for sure was that he loved Ivy and could not bear to leave her again.
Three
HOSE ME DOWN, IVY,
KELSEY SAID. I’M FRYING.
Maybe if you didn’t use baby oil, you wouldn’t,
Dhanya suggested, gracefully stretching her legs and pointing her toes, then flipping the page of a thick novel. She sat in an Adirondack chair she had dragged around the side of the inn to a stretch of grass next to the Seabright’s Unloading Zone, where Ivy was washing her car. Kelsey, whose beach towel lay next to Dhanya’s chair, stood up and surveyed her arms and legs, then twisted around to look at her shoulder. Her black bikini displayed her shapely body to perfection—muscles as well as round breasts and hips.
If Kelsey had been sunning when Michelangelo was sculpting, he’d have immortalized her, Ivy thought. Then she raised the hose and splashed water over Kelsey.
Not the hair!
Kelsey cried.
Ivy laughed, and touched her own cloud of dark gold hair, which got even frizzier than Kelsey’s auburn mane. Give it up, Kelsey. It’s hopeless with a whole ocean nearby.
The Seabright Inn, owned by Kelsey and Beth’s aunt, sat on a bluff above and behind the dunes in Orleans. Aunt Cindy’s level yard ended with bushes and scrub trees, which protected the sands of the bluff and prevented a view of the ocean, but everywhere the sea’s presence was felt in its damp and salty breath. The Atlantic’s deep blue could be seen from the inn’s porch, where the girls and Will served breakfast every morning, and from the second floor rooms, which they cleaned and straightened for the guests.
They worked five days each week, six during busy weeks, taking turns on getting weekdays off. Their workday began at six thirty a.m. in the inn’s kitchen. Today they had finished at two, but with the Fourth of July crowds on the Cape, they had been working hard and decided to hang out at the inn. Will had returned to sketch in his room in Aunt Cindy’s converted barn. Beth had stayed behind in the girls’ cottage, which was nestled among the trees on the side of the inn facing the road.
Beth’s increasingly frequent desire to be alone made Ivy uneasy. She read it as a sign that Gregory’s power over Beth was growing. Last year, when Tristan had first slipped into Beth’s mind, she had fought him. But eventually, realizing the presence was Tristan and therefore angelic, she had allowed him to work through her. Beth must have sensed that this new presence was evil; she, herself, had said that Gregory was here. Had he grown too powerful for her to resist? Ivy had tried to stay close, but Beth had rebuffed every attempt Ivy made to talk to her.
In the past week Dhanya and Kelsey had stayed close to Ivy, trying to be supportive after the police came for Luke. Ivy suspected she had risen several notches in Kelsey’s eyes, now that she believed Ivy had been seduced by a gorgeous fugitive from the law.
Sparkling with hose water, Kelsey returned to her beach towel, adjusting it slightly, perfecting the angle at which the sunlight touched her skin.
You’re getting burned,
Dhanya warned.
Dhanya, chill! I don’t want to hear it, not from someone born with a tan. You can’t possibly understand what it is like to have skin like Snow White.
Well, she got her prince, didn’t she?
Dhanya asked.
Kelsey lay back on her towel, then grinned. Yeah, I guess so. Ivy, we need to find you a prince.
Ivy, surprised, shot water at the car door she had just finished drying.
You’ve put in a whole week of mourning,
Kelsey continued. Don’t you think that’s enough?
Ivy almost laughed.
Come with us tonight. Some of Bryan’s teammates have come out to the Cape and will be at Max’s party. College guys, hockey players!
Can’t wait,
muttered Dhanya. I wonder if they have front teeth.
You are such a snob, Dhanya!
Ivy smiled. Don’t want to shock you, but I also prefer guys with front teeth.
Kelsey snorted. You need to let go, Ivy. No regrets, over and done—move on! And you, Dhanya, need to close your novels and get real.
Talking with her eyes closed, Kelsey looked like some mythological prophetess spouting advice. As for missing teeth, you’re way off. College hockey is a sport of skill and discipline, requiring smarts as well as toughness. I’m sure that Bryan’s friends are just like Bryan.
So how can you resist?
a deep voice asked.
Dhanya turned around and instantly blushed. Kelsey sat up.
Bryan’s laugh was loud and friendly. But maybe Max is more your type,
he suggested to Dhanya.
I don’t think so,
said Max, having followed Bryan around the side of the inn.
Max and Bryan, who had become friends at college, were polar opposites. Bryan, with dark hair and green eyes, was medium height, powerfully built, and good-looking; brimming with confidence, his game face was a roguish smile. Max had a leaner build and countered his monochrome looks—light brown hair, light brown eyes, and year-round matching tan—with expensive and tropically colored clothes. Recently, however, after learning that Dhanya found him tacky,
he’d started sporting more traditional preppy attire.
How’d you find us?
Kelsey asked.
Beth,
Bryan replied, though she didn’t exactly volunteer the information. We could hear her in the kitchen. When she didn’t respond to our calling, we invited ourselves in.
"She gets like that when