by Box Set
The rest of my waking moments are spent trying not to think about The Kiss. That takes a lot of effort, which means there aren’t any waking moments left to figure out if I should accept the Guild’s job offer. I’m hoping my brain is figuring it out while I’m sleeping because I have to give Councilor Starkweather an answer tomorrow.
Because I have nothing else to do, I use the social networking spell Ryn taught me and check the random updates of the few people I seem to be ‘following.’ It annoys me that I feel a weird kind of disappointment when I find there are no updates from Ryn. I consider writing something in the blank bubble at the bottom of my amber’s rectangular surface, but what would I write?
Birthdays are boring.
I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life now that I’ve graduated.
My father faked his own death and is actually alive.
Nope. None of those seem like good options. So, once again, I end the spell without having written anything. I go to the cupboard in the study and pull out a box of Card Eaters. I haven’t played in years, but seeing Ryn and Calla playing recently reminded me that it can be kind of fun in its own simple way.
“Filigree,” I call as I head back out to the sitting room. He comes slinking down the stairs in the form of a panther. “Want to play cards?” I hold the box up. He sits down beside the low table and curls his tail around his legs. He blinks expectantly. I sit on the floor on the other side of the table and deal the cards between the two of us. Filigree nudges his pile of cards with one of his paws. “Yeah, okay, you know that’s not going to work, right? You need to shift into something else.” Filigree flicks an ear, then melts into an orange, furry form that turns out to be an orangutan. He picks his cards up. “Okay, you go first,” I tell him.
An hour later, Filigree is beating me. I know it’s partly down to luck and the fact that he obviously got stronger cards than I did, but it’s still embarrassing. I look down at the four cards left in my hand. I’ve got moss—the second weakest card in the whole game—a pixie, a boulder, and an ogre, which is the only card I can play right now. I look at Filigree’s hairy hands; he has only two cards left, and they’re probably both stronger than anything I’ve got. He’s almost sure to win. I’m about to place my ogre card on top of his troll card, when I hear a knock against the tree.
Could it be Dad?
No. The sun has only just begun to set. I’m sure he’d wait for darkness before visiting again. But as I walk toward the wall, I can’t help the nervous energy coursing through me. It might be him. After all, it is my birthday tomorrow.
I wipe my hand across the wall and … it’s Ryn.
Great.
“My, uh, long-lost relative isn’t here tonight, so unless you’re here to visit Filigree, there isn’t anyone else in this home who wants to see you.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Why are you nervous?”
I place my hands on my hips. “Is there no way you can turn that off? Because I really don’t appreciate you knowing exactly what I’m feeling.”
“Nope. Trust me, if there was a way to turn it off, I would have found it by now.”
He appears to be holding something behind his back, which makes me suspicious. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
“Are you going to invite me in?”
I make no move to stand aside.
“Fine,” he says. “It’s your birthday tomorrow. I’d like to give you something.”
“You already gave me something. New amber and an expensive charm.”
“Okay, well, now I have something else to give you. And,” he adds, “it’s rude to refuse a gift.”
“And yet we both know being rude has never been a problem when it comes to the two of us.”
He looks down at his feet, then up again. “Please?” he says softly.
Damn. He sure knows how to do the sexy-smoldering-eyes thing; he could probably light a freaking fire with the look he’s currently giving me. And he knows it, dammit, because I bet he can feel my insides melting. I clear my throat. “Um, okay, come in.”
“Actually, I don’t want to give it to you here. I’d like you to come somewhere with me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Is this something to do with the party Tora and Raven are planning? Because I thought that was tomorrow.”
“It is tomorrow. And since you don’t like surprises, I’ll tell you exactly what time it is and who’s coming if you’ll just follow me now.”
“You’re being weird.”
“And I’ll be even weirder and get down on my knees and beg, if I have to. I’ve done it before, remember?”
I do remember, and I really don’t need him to go that far this time. “Okay, okay, I’ll go with you. Just let me get my boots.”
“And a jacket,” Ryn calls after me. “You might get cold.”
I grab my things and apologize to Filigree on the way back down the stairs. “We can finish later,” I tell him, hoping he’ll have forgotten about the game by then.
I seal up my tree. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” Ryn catches my hand as we walk through the doorway he opened. We aren’t in the darkness for long, but all I can think about is what happened the last time we were stuck in complete darkness with each other. When light materializes ahead of us, I drop his hand. We walk out into the leafy haven of our ancient gargan tree. It’s beautiful here with the reds, golds and oranges of the setting sun peeping through the branches.
“Do you remember that poem by Mil Crowthorn about the riches of nature?” I say as I stare up at the sky.
“‘Give me the setting sun, and I’ll be a richer man than most / For never have I seen gold like that which glows above the earth. / Give me the night sky, and I’ll be rich beyond all ruin / For never have I seen diamonds like those that dance beside the moon.’”
“Yes. That’s how I feel,” I murmur. “I don’t need anything more for my birthday than that sky.”
“Maybe just this,” Ryn says, presenting me with a small silk-wrapped package.
I untie the silver string and hold the bundle in my hand as the silk layers fall away. Lying in the center are the colorful ribbons I found in my mother’s hiding place, but instead of a messy bunch, they’ve been fashioned into a bracelet. The ribbons lie neatly in line, held together on either end with a silver bead. The loose ends that will hang down my arm when I put the bracelet is on each have a small crystal attached to the end.
“The ribbons looked so pretty on your arm,” Ryn says, “so I took them to Raven and asked her to make them into a bracelet.” He takes it from my hand and fastens it around my wrist. The crystals sparkle where the light catches them.
“I should probably be creeped out that you snuck into my house and stole the ribbons,” I say, “but it’s so beautiful that I’ll forgive you for your sneaking.”
“So you like it?”
I look up at Ryn and see an unfamiliar expression: uncertainty. I smile to reassure him. “I love it.” The answering smile that spreads across his face does the same thing to my stomach that his smoldering eyes did just now.
He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he reaches abruptly for his pocket. He pulls his amber out and reads a message. As he puts the amber away, he says, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you somewhere else now.”
“Um, okay. But this had better not be a ploy to get me to go on a date with you.”
“Not at all,” he says, and my stomach unknots itself. He leans closer to my ear and whispers, “It’s so much better than that.”
What?
He walks past me. I turn around to see him greeting an olive-skinned, green-haired faerie—is he a faerie?—who wasn’t here a moment ago. Tucked beneath his arm is a large cylindrical shape that looks like it could be a rolled-up carpet. He hands it over to Ryn, they exchange a few quiet words, and the man slips away between the branches.
“Here we go,” Ryn says. He sets the rolled
-up shape down, grabs one end, flicks it open—and it floats into the air.
“What—what is that?”
“Exactly what it looks like: a magic carpet.”
“But … magic carpets don’t exist.”
“And yet,” Ryn says, “there’s one floating right here in front of you. How strange is that?” He steps onto it and holds his hand out to me.
“I … don’t know if I trust that thing.”
“It’s perfectly safe. I’ve done some reading on the subject. Turns out there have been some major advances in carpet flying magic in the past few years. They no longer throw people off.”
My eyes widen. Is that supposed to make me feel better?
“And guess what?” Ryn continues. “You’re a faerie, which means if this carpet does decide to throw you off, you can easily slow your fall with magic.”
“I …” He has a point. “Okay.” I take hold of his outstretched hand, and he pulls me up. I crouch down, spreading my arms wide to balance myself.
Ryn sits, crosses his legs, and reaches back for the two corners of the carpet behind him. The carpet rises higher, and Ryn steers us between the branches. Higher, higher. And then, with a burst of speed that causes me to fall onto my butt, we shoot out above the highest branches of the forest. Below us, the thousands of trees that make up Creepy Hollow extend in every direction.
All I can do is stare in wonder.
“Kind of amazing, isn’t it?” Ryn says. The carpet slows, and he gets carefully to his feet. “You should stand up. It’s more exciting.” He holds his hand out to me once again. “I know how you like a thrill.”
I do, but all the thrills I’m used to come from fighting dangerous creatures and performing difficult acrobatic-type moves. This is an entirely different kind of thrill. I place my hand in his and let him pull me up. The carpet ripples slowly beneath my feet, which is a little scary. But I’m a guardian; I have good balance.
I turn away from Ryn and look out at the amazingness that is my home. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving splashes of pink, purple and hazy blue across the sky. The first few stars are peeping out. We watch in silence as the carpet continues its slow journey through the air. A gentle breeze moves my hair. The sky grows darker. More stars begin twinkling.
“I have one more surprise for you,” Ryn says. When his hands move across my face to cover my eyes, I flinch slightly, but I don’t pull away. He begins chanting words to a spell I don’t recognize. It’s some kind of call, almost like a song. It goes on for several minutes, and I find myself lulled into a place of peace and calm. Before I know it, my back is resting against his chest. I feel him tilt his head closer to my ear. “You said there was nothing I could say or do to convince you that my feelings for you are real and long-lasting,” he whispers. “Well, clearly I took that as a challenge, and since it’ll apparently take the shining butts of a gazillion glow-bugs to prove myself to you, here they are.”
The warmth of his hands disappears from my eyes. I open them, and—
Wow.
Thousands upon thousands of glow-bugs are floating in the air, as if every galaxy in creation has been called here to shine down on us. Words don’t exist to describe the beauty of this moment or the sense of awe it stirs in me.
But there are strings attached to this moment. I know what Ryn is trying to tell me. I know what he wants from me. And even though this is more amazing than anything anyone has ever done for me, my stubborn heart still doesn’t want to step out from its safe place. I would rather take this moment and capture it inside a glass ball to keep it whole and perfect forever than taint it with the complications a relationship would bring.
“This is incredible, Ryn. It is. But—”
“No.” He turns me around. “No buts. You think I’m going to hurt you? You think I’m going to get bored and run off with some Undergrounder the first chance I get? You obviously have no idea how amazing you are. You, Violet Fairdale, are incredible, and I want you. Every part of you. I want your stubbornness and your sarcasm and your competitive spirit. I want you challenging me and fighting beside me. I want to hold you and kiss you and so much more because there’s no one else in the world who knows me like you do. You have always been the one for me, even when we couldn’t stand each other. You’re beautiful and hot and sexy all at once, and you’re more intelligent than any girl I’ve ever met. I love the fact that I’ve known you all my life. It just feels right when you’re beside me. It feels like I’ve been lost in the desert for years, and … I’ve finally come home.”
I’ve finally come home. I know what that feels like. In fact, I know what everything he said feels like. I’ve simply been too scared to put it into words.
“Stop being so scared, V!” Ryn grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “You’re one of the bravest people I know. Why can’t you let go of this fear?”
I’ve finally come home. Why would I want to send him back to the desert? I’d be protecting myself, but hurting him. Why didn’t that occur to me before? I thought I was the only one who could get hurt here, but I never realized that his home is the same as my home, and sending him away from it is only hurting him.
“Please say something, V.”
Home. I want to be there, with him. Neither of us hurting anymore.
“Violet, please. Say something! I swear, you’re going to break my heart if you don’t—”
I kiss him. I press myself against him like I never want to be parted from him. My arms entwine around his neck. We lose our balance and fall onto the lazily rippling carpet. I push him down and straddle his waist. I lean over him. I kiss his neck before tracing the outline of his lips with my tongue. His hands find their way up my back and into my hair. He pulls my face down to meet his kiss. Sparks dance on my tongue and everywhere else his skin touches mine, which doesn’t feel like nearly enough places. The whole forest could go up in flames right now, and I wouldn’t notice.
This is everything I want.
Twenty-Eight
Ryn rolls me onto my side so that he’s lying next to me. “Okay.” He kisses my chin. “You don’t need to say anything.” Another kiss on my neck. “I think I got your answer loud and clear.”
I trace my fingers from his brow down to his chin. “If this is coming home,” I say in a breathless whisper, “let’s never leave.”
“I don’t plan to.” He catches my fingers and kisses them. “Sit up,” he whispers, then moves behind me and pulls me against his chest. His legs hem me in on either side. He brushes my hair aside and kisses me behind my ear before wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder.
I can’t believe how happy I am right now. It seems stupid that I pushed these feelings away for so long when they have the ability to bring so much joy.
“It was the tiny glowing butts that changed your mind, wasn’t it?” Ryn says. I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“It was everything. The bracelet, the magic carpet, the glow-bugs, finding my mother’s tokehari. I’ve known for a while how I feel about you, but I didn’t believe until tonight that you felt the same way.”
“And yet I knew about my feelings before you knew about yours.”
“Really?”
“Yes. That weird moment we had in the bathroom at the Harts’ house was the moment I knew I didn’t think of you as a friend anymore. I’ve wanted more from you ever since then.”
“But you didn’t say anything.”
“Of course not. You didn’t feel the same way, so what would the point have been? Every now and then I’d get a hint of something more from you, but it was always so fleeting that I assumed I’d imagined it. It was only while dancing at the grad ball that you must have let your guard down, and I finally knew what you were feeling. I’m pretty sure it was you who set that ice tree on fire, by the way. The one Councilor Starkweather was talking about.”
“Yeah, I think you may be right.” Thank goodness no one else realized the real reason for that little ex
plosion. “Wait a sec,” I say, remembering something. “When we were writing our assignment reports in the gargan tree, and that branch caught on fire, was that me too? Because I thought I was doing a pretty good job of suppressing my feelings back then.”
“Uh, that one may have been me.”
“Aha, so I’m not the only one who loses control.” I twist my head to the side as I try to look at him.
He pulls back from me slightly and flashes his mischievous grin. “V, did you see the damage in Princess Olivia’s sitting room? I think it’s pretty clear we both lose control in certain situations.”
He tightens his arms around me as I rest against him once more. “So, um, this ability of yours” I say. “You feel everything from everyone who’s around you?”
“Yes.”
“That must get a little overwhelming.”
“Very. It’s the reason I spend so much time alone and in the human realm.”
“You can’t feel human emotions?”
“No, only the emotions of those with magic.” He covers my clasped hands with one of his and rubs his thumb back and forth over my skin. “It’s so loud being somewhere like the Guild. I mean, I’ve learned to filter it to a certain extent, but sometimes it still becomes too much, and I want everyone to just … leave. That’s why I act like a jerk occasionally. It’s the quickest way to get rid of people.”
“Occasionally?”
“Okay, that might have been an understatement.”
“Have you tried being nice to people instead of being a jerk? Then it wouldn’t matter that you’re feeling their emotions because they would be positive emotions instead of this-guy-is-a-jerk-I-want-to-hit-him emotions.”
“Positive emotions can be overwhelming too, if there are enough of them. And can you imagine what it would be like if I was nice to everyone?” He lowers his voice and puts his lips next to my ear. “All the girls would be after me then. It would be a complete mess.”
