Surrender the Sky
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Surrender the Sky
by Meradeth Houston
Genre Young Adult Paranormal
Tags Angels, suicide, Sary, wings, YA, young adult, high school, romance, relationships, forbidden relationships, paranormal
Release May 2, 2014
Editor Katie L. Carroll
Line Editor Erin Liles
Cover Designer Charlotte Volnek
Gabby lives by two unbreakable rules: don’t expose her kind, the Sary, and don’t fall in love—too bad some rules are made to be broken.
When Gabby’s most difficult charge accidently shoots her in front of a class full of students, the event exposes her carefully hidden identity. She shifts from looking like a normal teen to her secret Sary form, revealing her wings and the existence of her kind—immortals who try to keep people from committing suicide. Her incident attracts the attention of the next leader of the Sary, Jassen, who offers her an impossible bargain: she can keep her wings if she makes amends with those who know the truth. Things get more complicated when a rebel Sary, intent on exposing them to the world, starts interfering with Gabby’s work. And there’s no denying her attraction to Jassen, who is torn between his duties and his heart. With threats at every turn and her immortality on the line, Gabby has to find a way to save the Sary or surrender the sky forever.
Bea pushed away from me and her grief melted into a calculated look. “So, you can heal yourself, too?” She went over to my couch and dropped onto the old cushions like it was any other day she planned to hang out. She was just trying to distract herself from what had happened, and I really couldn’t blame her.
“I really can’t talk about this.”
“Yeah, I get that. Otherwise, I would have asked you ages ago. But now that I’ve actually seen what you are, I thought—”
“Wait, what? You would have asked me ages ago?” I held up both hands to get her to stop.
“Gabby, you are seriously the most obvious supernatural, angel, whatever, thing. I knew there was something different about you from the first time I came over here.”
My jaw dropped open. “What do you mean?”
Bea grinned. “Come on, you do all kinds of random stuff. I swear you’re the only person I’ve ever met who has read every classic novel ever written. And you never take real notes in class. You speak at least three languages that I’ve caught you translating. You’re always watching out for Chad, even though I know you didn’t really like him. Even today when he was going to kill us all, you tried to stop him. There were so many random little things. Seriously. So, a month ago, I did a little test.”
My jaw hung around my knees. I motioned for her to continue, which she did with a self-satisfied grin.
“When was the last time you used the one and only bathroom in this apartment?”
My jaw snapped shut. “What do you mean?”
Bea laughed. “It’s your biggest tell. You never eat. And therefore, you never go to the bathroom. I’m sure no one else would ever notice, but we’re around each other a lot. And I’ve never seen you even drink water.”
She got to her feet and made her way down my hallway to the bathroom. There, she pulled up the toilet lid to reveal a complex, woven pattern of toilet paper covering the bowl. With the lid down, I would have never noticed it.
“You don’t use your home toilet. And neither do your ‘parents’. That’s how I knew for sure something was different about you.”
As I leaned against the counter, my fingers curled around the edge and my nails dug into the grout while I fought for something to say. Anything. But nothing even processed.
“And you didn’t say anything?” I sputtered.
“Why? I didn’t care. You’re my best friend. I was curious, but I figured you had to keep it a secret. But after today, well, I guess your secret’s out of the bag. Might as well tell me a few things.” She laughed a little, eager to solve the mystery of me. She turned to my feather I had pinned to the wall and ran a finger along the edge of the plume, shaking her head a little like she couldn’t quite believe her luck.
“You can’t tell anyone,” I breathed. I backed away from her and out of the bathroom, back to the living room. “Really. You could get into trouble.”
“Oh come on, Gabby. You and I both know I won’t. No one would even believe me if I did.”
It was true. No one would believe her. Except my classmates. “What— what do you want to know?” Anything I said could only be considered stupid. But it was Bea. She had been a good friend. And I needed someone to talk to. I needed her to be my best friend before I lost everything.
“What are you?” she asked like it was the most obvious question in the world.
I swallowed hard and plopped onto the couch next to her. “I’m a Sary.”
“Sary.” She rolled the word over her tongue. “What does that mean?”
“It means I help people. Stop them from killing themselves.”
Bea’s jubilant demeanor fell away. “Oh. That sucks. Really sucks.”
“Yeah. I was supposed to keep Chad from…doing what he did today. But he was too much for me to handle. And the whole thing today…” I stared out the back window. The dark green of the oak trees against the just-turned-golden grass was beautiful, but not enough of a distraction from the hurt of Chad’s death. “I should have stopped it all before it got so bad.”
She reached over and took my hand. Her long, slim fingers warm and comfortable against my chilled skin. “What happens now?”
The bleak look I gave her seemed to satisfy her curiosity.