Let the Storm Break

by Shannon Messenger

“They won’t let you.” She reaches up and smears away the squiggles on the glass, leaving a big, blank streak. “You’re the last Westerly. The one everyone’s been waiting for. I’m just the girl you didn’t want.”

  Her voice cracks on the last word, and then her shoulders are shaking and . . . crap—I can’t just stand here and let her cry.

  I move to her side, wondering what I’m supposed to do. A hug seems super-inappropriate given the mountain of complications between us. But how else do you comfort someone who’s crying?

  I finally settle for putting my hand on her back. She doesn’t flinch at my touch, but she doesn’t stop crying, either, and it feels wrong just leaving my hand there, like this stupid dead weight. So I sweep her hair out of the way and rub her shoulders. It’s what my mom used to do when she was trying to calm me, and I figure she’s probably way better at this than I am.

  “I really am sorry, Solana. If I could change anything, I would. I’ll even talk to the Gales, see if there’s something they can do. I don’t know if there is, but it’s worth a try.”

  Movement near the doorway catches my eye, and I jerk away from Solana when I find Audra standing there in my favorite Batman shirt.

  In only my favorite Batman shirt.

  I know I should probably be wondering how long she’d been there or if she was bothered by seeing me rub Solana’s back—but all I can think about is how much I love having her in my shirt, in my room, like this is exactly where she belongs.

  “How’s your wound?” I ask when my voice is working again.

  “Better now.” Her hand darts to her side, rubbing where the bandage must be—which makes the shirt hike even farther up her legs.

  I forgot how long they were. And smooth. And . . .

  Audra must notice where I’m looking, because she blushes. “Your mom’s washing my clothes, so she gave me this to wear in the meantime. She gave me some of her pants, too, but they slid off my hips. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Mind?

  The only thing I mind is that Solana’s still standing there, refusing to leave us alone so Audra and I can get started on all the making-up-for-lost-time-by-making-out that I’ve been planning.

  “I brought you some ice for those bruises,” my mom announces as she comes back into my bedroom. I notice her double take when she sees what Audra’s wearing, but she doesn’t say anything. Probably because Solana’s dress is way shorter. “And I set up some blankets for Audra on the couch.”

  “Audra’s not sleeping on the couch, Mom.”

  “Oh, really? Then where is she sleeping? Because she’s not sleeping here, Vane.”

  “We’ll play by your rules—one of us on top of the covers and we’ll keep the door open.”

  “That’s not good enough.”

  “Why not? It was good enough for Solana.”

  “Yes, but you aren’t dating Solana.”

  “Dating,” Solana mumbles. “They’re a little past that now.”

  My mom’s eyes narrow. “What does she mean?”

  “Nothing,” I say quickly, but Solana won’t let it go.

  “You’re not going to tell her?” she asks me.

  “Tell me what?”

  I can only imagine what kind of crazy theories my mom’s coming up with, but I have a feeling the truth is going to be just as bad.

  Still, I can’t think of a lie to fix this, so I take Audra’s hand, focusing on my feet as I say, “Audra and I are bonded.”

  The room falls painfully silent, and I swear all the air disappears, because I can’t breathe anymore. My mom must not be breathing either, because her voice sounds superstrained when she asks, “What does ‘bonded’ mean?”

  “It means that we’re connected to each other now,” Audra explains when I don’t answer. “Kissing is different for sylphs than it is for humans. It forms a connection between us. A physical bond.”

  “And it’s permanent?”

  I close my eyes as I nod, wishing I could fast-forward through the epic freak-out that I know is coming—but sadly I can only control the wind, which is feeling like a pretty useless power right now.

  “How could you do that?” my mom asks, her voice so high-pitched I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter glass.

  My palm turns sweaty and I feel like I’m shaking—but then I realize it’s Audra’s hand shaking, not mine. I glance at her, hating the hurt I can see in her eyes.

  “How could I do what?” I snap.

  “Vane,” my mom says, squeezing the ice packs so tight they crackle. “I know you think you’re in love with her—and maybe you are. But you’re seventeen. Do you really think that the things you want now are the things you’re going to want forever?”

  “Yes.”

  My mom shakes her head. “She’s your first girlfriend, Vane. You haven’t even considered . . .”

  She doesn’t finish the sentence, but her eyes are focused on Solana.

  I’ll give Solana credit, she looks almost as uncomfortable with my mom’s insinuation as I feel. But she also looks a tiny bit hopeful, like part of her is wondering if I’m realizing I made a mistake.

  I tighten my grip on Audra. “I know this is going to be hard to believe, Mom, but I know I will always love Audra.”

  “You say that now—”

  “No—you don’t get it. I’ve loved Audra for as long as I can remember. I never told you because, well, that would’ve been weird. Especially since I didn’t know if she was real. But yeah, Audra’s always been the one—and she always will be. You know me—you know I would never say that if I wasn’t sure. I’m sure.”

  “I . . . don’t know what to say.”

  “Say you trust me. I chose the right girl—I promise.”

  “Excuse me,” Solana says, pushing past us and practically running out of the room.

  “Well, I guess that settles that,” my mom says, watching her disappear down the hall.

  I can’t tell if the regret in her tone is because Solana looked hurt or because Solana’s gone. Either way, I can’t take it anymore.

  “Look,” I say, pressing on my forehead, trying to shove back my headache. “I have a lot going on right now and I just . . . I need you to trust me—please? I need someone on my side or . . .”

  My voice cracks and I look away.

  I shouldn’t be this upset, but I need my parents to be okay with this. I can’t take on them and the Gales and Solana and Raiden and . . .

  “Hey,” my mom says, stepping forward and wrapping me in a hug. Somehow she manages to avoid all my bruises and not touch me with the ice packs as she whispers, “Okay, Vane. I’ll trust you.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper back.

  I soak up the hug long enough for us to both take a deep breath. Then she lets me go and turns to Audra.

  “I . . . guess I should be saying, welcome to the family!”

  I smile as she gives Audra the most awkward hug of all awkward hugs—complete with an uncomfortable back pat.

  “We’re not married, Mom. Not—” I stop myself, deciding not to say “not yet.”  That should be Audra’s decision.

  My mom lets Audra go and turns to me. “Well then, as long as she’s not your wife, I’m going to hold to my one-of-you-sleeps-on-the-couch policy. I’ll let you guys decide who gets the bed.”

  “Come on, we’re not going to do anything with you and Dad down the hall. And I thought you said you trust me.”

  My mom sighs—one of the dramatic kind that shakes her shoulders. “Fine. But you will keep the door open and I will be checking on you guys all night.”

  I can’t believe she caved. And I can’t help laughing as I tell her. “Sounds awesome—and not creepy at all.”

  A tiny smile cracks her lips as she glances at Audra. “See what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

  “I know,” Audra says quietly. “I guess it’s a good thing I love him.”

  It’s the first time she’s used the L word since she’s been back, and I swear my heart skips a
beat. My mom’s eyes get a little watery, and her voice sounds thick as she reminds us that we’re not really alone. Then she tosses the ice packs onto my bed, pushes my door as wide open as it can go, and tells us to get some sleep.

  “So . . . that was interesting,” I say after a few seconds of silence.

  “Yeah,” Audra mumbles.

  I can see dozens of questions swimming in her eyes—and I kiss her before she can ask any of them.

  I meant it as a slow kiss, just to reassure her that everything’s going to be okay. But as she presses closer and I feel her bare legs against mine, the kiss deepens until I’m gasping for breath and her fingers are digging into my back and my hands are sliding—

  “I said go to sleep,” my mom snaps, and we break away—both of us blushing but neither of us looking particularly sorry.

  My mom stomps off, and I can’t help laughing as I sit on the bed, feeling a little weak in the knees. Audra hesitates a second before she lies down next to me, automatically taking the side I don’t sleep on.

  “Do you want to be on top or bottom?” I ask, earning myself raised eyebrows. “I meant the blankets.”

  “Oh. Top.”

  I was hoping she’d say that. Now I can stare at her legs.

  I slip under the sheets, and Audra covers my bruises with the ice—I hate myself for yelping, but it’s freaking cold—and I switch off the light.

  “Are you comfortable?” I whisper as she shifts a few times.

  “Not really.” She scoots closer, nudging her head into the space between my neck and nonfrozen shoulder. “Better.”

  I grin. Who would’ve thought Audra was a snuggler?

  Her heat races through me and I realize there might be a flaw to this sharing-a-bed-with-Audra plan. How am I ever going to sleep?

  I’m not even sure if I should, in case Raiden sends any more creepy winds. But then Audra whispers the call for a few nearby Easterlies and weaves them into a whirl of soft lullabies, like she used to send me every night. The peaceful calm of their song always kept me safe, and I sink into the feeling, relieved that everything is finally back to the way it used to be.

  Audra’s face rushes into my dreams, letting me stare into her eyes. Her dark hair blows wild, tickling my skin as she leans in and whispers that everything will be okay. She sings a song of love and peace, but the words turn sadder, fading into an apology. A promise that she will never leave me again.

  I want to tell her that I believe her, but then a dark shape passes over her, stealing her songs and her smile. She turns away from me and screams—a horrible, bone-chilling scream that makes my body thrash as I pull myself upright.

  My burning eyes are too blurry to tell me if anything is real, but I see red and black—blood and shadow—mixed with Audra’s desperate cries.

  And wind. So much wind.

  A tempest of dark drafts, raging and roaring and swallowing everything they touch until there’s nothing left but storm and chaos, ripping at my skin, trying to drag me under. I fight to hold on as haunting laughter drowns out the winds, worming into my brain and making my head throb with every sharp beat.

  The storm unravels, growing a head and arms and wild shadowy hair—a Living Storm of Audra that joins an army of others, howling and laughing as they rampage into my valley, tearing apart roads, houses, cars, people—anything that gets in their way.

  The Gales rally against them, standing in the line of the Storms as Gus races forward, raising Raiden’s windslicer to slash and shred—but the winds toss him into the sky and tear him apart piece by piece. His agonized screams mix with the thunder of the storm as he crumbles to dust and is lost on the breeze. The rest of the guardians turn and run but the winds swallow them whole, splattering the ground with red as their bodies are twisted into new Storms—an army that keeps growing stronger, feeding off anyone who dares to stand against it. Heading straight for me.

  My parents try to run—try to scream—but the Storms are too fast, too merciless as they scoop them up like paper dolls and spit them to the ground in crumpled heaps. Leaving only me, standing in a circle of dead trees as the Storms unravel and Raiden marches forward with an almost gleeful smile.

  “I know how to break you,” he tells me, and I want to run somewhere safe.

  But everything’s gone.

  There’s nowhere left.

  He laughs, tossing back his head as he says, “Now you die.”

  Searing pain rages through my head, and I feel my body thrash, but I can’t pull away, can’t pull my mind back from the horror as Raiden binds me in his wicked winds. Not until a warm breeze whisks inside me and melts away the thick fog.

  I tear open my eyes and jump out of bed—so relieved to be in my undestroyed bedroom that my brain barely registers that it was Solana leaning over me instead of Audra.

  I collapse to the floor, shaking my head to shove away the dream or nightmare or whatever it was. But as the images replay in my mind I realize it wasn’t any of those things.

  It wasn’t even a warning.

  It was a promise.

  CHAPTER 30

  AUDRA

  Vane wouldn’t wake up for me.

  I tried screaming his name. Tried shocking him with the heat of our connection, like I’ve done in the past. Nothing helped.

  Not even a kiss.

  Then Solana heard my panicked screams and rushed in, shoved me aside, and crawled on top of him. She sent a Southerly into his mind, whispered a command I’d never heard and . . .

  Vane woke up.

  His dad cheered and his mom cried and all I could do was stand in the corner like an outsider, wondering why he wouldn’t wake up for me.

  “Are the Gales back?” Vane gasps, rubbing the sides of his head as he pulls himself up off the floor and leans back against his bed.

  “I heard Gus arrive in the grove about an hour ago,” Solana answers, and Vane whips his head toward her.

  “Oh,” he mumbles, “I thought you’d left earlier.”

  “No. I started to, but . . . I had nowhere else to go.”

  Even I can’t help feeling sorry for her. Though my sympathy turns to unease when Vane asks, “You brought me out of the nightmare, didn’t you?”

  She blushes as she nods. “Your mind put up more of a fight this time, but I found a way to entice you back.”

  “Thank goodness,” Vane’s mom whispers, her voice thick.

  “Yeah, we owe you,” his dad adds.

  Solana practically glows from the praise—or maybe it’s just the tears I feel burning my eyes. But all Vane says is “We need to tell Gus to call everyone.”

  The pain in his tone snaps me out of my wallowing and I move to his side, feeling everyone watch me as I try to figure out what to do. Touching him almost seems wrong now, but when I reach out my hand, he grabs it and clings to me like I’m the only thing tethering him to the earth.

  I drop to my knees on the scratchy gray rug and wrap my arms around him, surprised to feel that he’s trembling. I catch Solana watching us before she runs to the front door to call for Gus—but I’m too shaken to feel triumphant.

  Why did he wake up for her?

  I know we’re bonded—but that only means he shouldn’t care about someone else. Not that he can’t.

  And they clearly have some sort of connection.

  And when I first came back in the room last night, I heard them whispering about him talking to the Gales—seeing if anything could be done. . . .

  “What’s wrong?” Vane asks, pulling me into his lap.

  I shift my weight, struggling to keep the too-short shirt I’m wearing adjusted. “I’m just worried about you. You . . . wouldn’t wake up.”

  I manage to stop myself from adding “for me.”

  He reaches up, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I do that sometimes, remember?”

  I force myself to return his smile, but the words only make my chest heavier.

  I used to be the one he needed.

  He leans his
forehead against mine and I can feel the hum of our bond rushing through me like a jet stream. I soak in the warmth, promising myself that I will not be one of those silly girls, worrying about a boy. Especially a boy holding me on the floor of his messy room, looking only at me.

  “What’s going on?” Gus asks, making Vane and me jump as he runs into the room, slightly out of breath from his sprint across the lawn. “Another nightmare?”

  “This time it felt more like Raiden was talking straight to me. . . .” Vane’s voice trails off and he pulls me closer. “He’s coming.”

  Gus grips the hilt of his windslicer. “When?”

  “I don’t know. But I doubt he’ll wait long.”

  His mom covers her mouth and leans against her husband.

  “But . . . that doesn’t make sense,” Solana says after a second. “Why would he warn us? Why give us time to prepare?”

  “The same reason a cat plays with his prey,” Gus says, looking like he wants to punch something.

  “Fear is one of the most powerful weapons,” I add quietly. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a trick, too.”

  “Probably,” Gus agrees. “What exactly did he show you, Vane?”

  “Just your basic I’m going to destroy everything you care about with my army of Living Storms nightmare.”

  I try to fight back my shiver, but it rocks my shoulders anyway.

  Raiden talked about building an army, but in order to do that he’d need . . .

  “Os said the Stormers captured twenty-nine Gales yesterday,” Gus tells us, like he knows what I’m thinking.

  “Holy crap,” Vane whispers.

  “How did they get that many?” I’ve never heard of such a crushing defeat.

  “I guess they thought they were only chasing two Stormers, but when they entered a canyon, a third Stormer ambushed them and gave some command that chased off all the winds they were flying with. Some of the Gales crashed to the dunes, but most were able to call a draft to stop their fall, and apparently the drafts seeped into their minds and lulled them all to sleep. Then the Stormers shouted something and the drafts turned red and blasted everyone away before the others could do anything to stop it.”

  “Raiden wanted to make sure he caught the strongest,” I mumble. Though I’m surprised Os wasn’t among them.