She’d been doing her research. As well as its restaurants, the Starlit Park had a whole ton of places that might have been designed for dating couples to be alone. Cadan was flying again tomorrow, so he had a curfew, and Felicia’s family wouldn’t like it if Elissa was too late back, but there was still going to be plenty of time between the end of dinner and when they’d have to leave.
The warmth spread, tightening in her chest, tingling all the way through to her fingertips.
Even with all the crazy-busyness of the last few months, they had gotten a whole lot more time alone than they’d managed before, on the Phoenix and on Sekoia. She remembered how she’d thought, back then, that he didn’t need to worry about pushing her into stuff she wasn’t ready for so much as getting the time to do stuff she was ready for. Now . . . her skin burned, a trail of sparks marking the path his hands had made on her body the last time they’d been alone . . . that wasn’t really a problem anymore.
“Not even a bit dressed up,” said Lin, with emphasis.
Elissa laughed, flushing, pushing herself away from the window. “Okay, let’s go. Are you still hanging out at the apartment tonight?”
By the time they’d left the spaceport, taking one of the elevators that dropped down the cliff at the side of the plateau, and hopped out onto a slidewalk that would get them back to Felicia’s family’s apartment, Elissa had managed to cool her cheeks and had pushed thoughts of Cadan away too, to be taken out later.
The slidewalk curved away from the cliff side, taking them out into the last warm rays of the setting sun, then spiraled down through the lengthening shadows of early evening. Elissa, as she always had, directed her gaze forward or up, knowing that if she looked down, her stomach would swoop with vertigo. Lin, as she always did, peered happily down through the spaghetti tangle of slidewalks and monorails. Lin wasn’t just not afraid of heights, she actively liked them.
That’s another reason why she’ll be the pilot, not me. With no link, she and Lin weren’t going to be able to power hyperdrives, but at least Lin would be able to keep on with her pilot training. At least, one day, she’d be able to take her own ship into space.
In the meantime, she could get a skybike license. We’ve easily got enough left of our compensation money to buy her a skybike.
The memory came back to her, of that terrifying, headlong swoop into Philomel’s sky, of the lurch in her stomach, the freezing wind battering at her body. She remembered Cadan saying, . . . Don’t hold on to me, okay? There’re handgrips behind you. It’s much more secure, trust me.
Lin would love that. She’d love the speed, the height, the control. . . .
“Could I get a skybike?” said Lin.
Elissa’s feet stuttered as if the smooth slidewalk had suddenly become a tripping hazard. “A skybike?”
It doesn’t mean anything. This has happened before—you thought it meant something and it didn’t, it was just a coincidence, it was nothing.
She looked up, scanned the rails around them, the sky above. “I— Did you just see one or something?”
Lin shook her head. “No. I was thinking about Cadan’s.” She frowned. “I don’t know why, though. I—I suddenly thought I remembered him saying that if you rode behind him you shouldn’t hold on to his waist. But”—she hesitated, looking confused—“you only rode on it that one time, to come find me, didn’t you? And I’ve never been on it, he’s never told me anything about it, so I can’t be remembering that.”
Elissa stopped breathing. One moment she’d been peripherally aware of all the things around them: the slidewalk under their feet, the clank and rattle of the monorail above their heads, the smell of rocket fuel gusting past on the hot breath of evening. The next moment she lost awareness of it all. There was nothing, nothing except what Lin had just said.
“That’s what you were remembering? Him saying that?”
Lin was still frowning. “Yeah. He said, ‘There’re handgrips behind you.’ And ‘It’s much more secure, trust me.’ Did you ride on it before, Lissa? When you were living with your parents? Because I can remember him saying that, but it doesn’t make sense. . . .”
Elissa’s breath came back in a rush. She looked at her sister, looked as Lin’s face changed, as Elissa’s silence got through to her, as sudden anxiety swept over her expression.
“Lis? What? What is it?”
“I only rode on it that one time. After the link had gone, to find you.”
“Oh. Oh. But then . . .”
“And he did say that,” said Elissa, the words louder than her heart thudding in her ears, words to sweep away pain and bleakness, to lift her so high out of the abyss she’d never be in danger of going back. “The memory of him saying it, that came into your head just now? It came into your head because it was in mine.”
Lin’s face froze, the pupils of her eyes so wide they swallowed up the color. “You—” she said, then her voice froze too.
Around them and above them the slidewalks clattered, metal on metal squeaked, beetle-cars rose, humming, or descended to clank onto the monorails. All over the city, lights began to blink awake, amber and silver and no color at all. There was the scent of hot metal in the air, and the lingering, dusty warmth of a long summer day, and a sudden gust of perfume from the woman traveling on a slidewalk that ran parallel to theirs.
Three months ago Sekoia had seemed a world shattered, unraveled. Now it was a world renewed—a world weaving itself back to wholeness.
Now, their link, the link that had brought them together, that had given Elissa pain and happiness and fear and hope, a whole confusion of good and bad that she might never make sense of, the link that had seemed as unraveled as her world . . . it, too, was . . .
“It’s getting repaired.” Lin’s voice was no more than a breath. If Elissa hadn’t heard the words in her mind as well as her ears, she might not have picked them up at all.
“Yes.”
“Not just the link. I mean . . .” Lin gestured from herself to Elissa. “I mean, this. Us.” Uncertainty wavered at the edge of her voice. “Don’t you think?”
Elissa reached out, taking Lin’s hand, feeling the nervous flutter of her twin’s fingers relax into stillness. “Yes.”
The slidewalk turned a corner, bringing them into the full blaze of the sun as it dipped below the curve of the world. Light broke over them, so bright that for an instant it wasn’t like a sunset, but like a sunrise.
“Our world’s becoming whole,” she said. “And our link. And us.”
IMOGEN HOWSON is the author of Linked. She is the winner of the 2008 Elizabeth Goudge Award for her romantic fiction. She works as an occasional editor for Samhain Publishing. Imogen lives with her partner and their two teenage daughters near Sherwood Forest in England, where she reads, writes, and drinks too much coffee. Visit her at imogenhowson.com.
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Howson, Imogen.
Unravel / Imogen Howson.—First edition.
pages cm
Sequel to: Linked.
Summary: When Lissa and Lin return to Sekoia to help remedy the chaos caused by their revelation of the government’s secret experiments, they find conditions far worse than they imagined and an unexpected threat to Spares is lying in wait.
ISBN 978-1-4424-4658-8 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-4424-4659-5 (eBook)
[1. Science fiction. 2. Sisters—Fiction. 3. Twins—Fiction. 4. Love—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.H849Unr 2014
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