More of the sedating drugs made it into her system than mine. She blinks. Then grins. “A breakout? Seriously? McKenzie, you fucking rock.”
She stands. Wobbles. Yeah, she’s definitely worse off than I am. I try to help her balance, but I’m not entirely steady, especially when I reach out to open the door. I miss the knob.
Kyol opens it for us. Paige doesn’t even notice the door moving seemingly on its own.
The hallway is still clear, but the door at the other end seems to stretch farther and farther away as we hurry toward it. When we’re finally only a few paces away, it opens. Security. Shit.
Paige and I stop. Kyol doesn’t. He grabs the edge of the door, then slams it back at the guard, hitting him in the face.
“Go!” Kyol orders.
I pull Paige past the guard, who’s clutching his nose. He grabs at my leg, but Kyol kicks his hand away.
“That was lucky,” Paige slurs, turning to look back.
“Come on.” I pull her after me, try to make her run, but her legs are so uncoordinated, I’m just throwing her balance off. I settle for a really quick walk, then turn left when an EXIT sign points the way to our freedom.
The door is right there. Kyol’s in front of us. Before I can warn him, he presses the bar to open it.
The building’s alarm is deafening. It’s not exactly a lot of tech—it’s just a lot of noise—but Kyol flinches. A frown creases his forehead, and he’s squinting as if he has a headache. He recovers quickly, though, checks outside, then motions us through.
Kyol heads to the left. I follow with Paige, hugging the side of the building until he leads us away from it. The edge of the property is lit by bright floodlights. A tall wrought-iron fence keeps Bedfont House residents inside. It has two entrances: a gate up front for visitors and clients, and a gate in the back for personnel and deliveries. Kyol isn’t leading us to either of those. I’m about to ask where he’s going when he turns, stiffening.
I follow his line of sight and look behind me. Three of the night guard are exiting the building with flashlights in hand. They haven’t seen us yet, but they’re moving this way. Right before their flashlight beams reach us, I grab Paige and yank her to the ground.
“Ick,” she says, staring at the dew-covered grass an inch from her nose.
“Shh!”
The ground is cold and wet, but I don’t let her get up. We’re in a shallow ditch. If they don’t walk all the way over here, they might not see us.
I hold my breath until they turn away.
“Jesus, McKenzie,” Paige whispers. “Have you had Special Forces training or something? You’re a little too good at this.”
“Paintball,” I say, though I’ve only done that once.
“Next time I need to run from the cops, I’m totally calling you.”
She’s sounding more coherent now. Good.
“Hurry,” Kyol says.
We almost make it. I see the bent bars in the fence. Kyol must have planned ahead, using his magic to heat and bend the metal. They’re just wide enough for Paige and me to slip through, but just when I’m about to increase our pace, I skid to a stop instead. Two guards shine their flashlights directly on us.
“Damn,” Paige whispers.
They must have been walking the perimeter. They move away from the fence now that they’ve spotted us.
“Girls,” the guard on the left says. “Don’t move.”
Kyol steps to my side, but he looks agitated, uncertain.
“McKenzie, I shouldn’t…” He doesn’t finish his thought. He just goes quiet, his jaw tightening.
He shouldn’t take down a human when another human is watching. The fae king doesn’t want anyone to become suspicious that they might be in this world. I don’t think that’s likely to happen just from Kyol knocking someone out. They’ll blame it on me, somehow.
Kyol steps forward. He’s going to ignore that rule. He’s going to ignore it to save me.
My stomach tightens. I swear, he loves me—me, not just the feel of the edarratae—but he refuses to admit it.
Beside me, Paige straightens. “Go. I’ll distract them.”
I shake my head. “We can both make it.”
She laughs. “No, we can’t. I can barely see straight.”
She doesn’t know about Kyol. He’ll make sure we make it.
“Seriously, go,” Paige says. “My eighteenth birthday is in a few months. They have to let me out then. I’ll look you up. We can be roommates or something.”
“I’m not letting you take the fall for this.” She’ll be in twice as much trouble because of this escape attempt.
“It’s my fault we were caught sneaking out in the first place,” she says. Then, before I can come back with another argument, she rolls her eyes, shoves me forward, then takes off across the field. Both guards take off after her.
“Paige!” I yell, when they tackle her.
“We have to hurry, McKenzie,” Kyol says at my side. He ushers me toward the fence. I look over my shoulder, watching as she kicks and flails at the two men holding her down. God, I’m the shittiest friend ever, leaving her behind like this. I owe her, not only for distracting the guards but for keeping me sane while I was here.
Kyol grabs one of the bent bars on the wrought-iron fence. “You can repay her later.”
I meet his eyes. He’s right. Staying behind accomplishes nothing.
I slip through the gap in the fence and run. Kyol stays at my side, directs me to veer left before we reach a road. Bedfont House is out in the country—the rural setting is supposed to be relaxing—but even though there’s a serene little stream to the south of the institute, I don’t think there’s a gate on it. I wish there were because I can’t run any longer. My side hurts, and it’s too hard to focus.
I have to stop. I bend over, intending to rest my hands on my knees, but my legs are like jelly. I sit. Kyol lowers to the ground beside me.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, not even winded.
No, I’m not—I feel like crap for leaving Paige behind—but I just nod. I’m going to owe Paige for the rest of my life for this.
He lets out a sigh. We’re knee to knee in the dew-covered grass. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against mine and cups the back of my neck with one gentle hand.
His touch sends a bolt of heat down my spine. I’m aware of how close his lips are. Is he aware of mine? Does he know how much I need to close that distance between us? To kiss him? It takes everything in me to stay completely still. He rejected me the last time we kissed, said he couldn’t be with me, couldn’t touch me tenderly anymore.
He’s touching me tenderly now.
The lingering drugs in my system make me brave. I tilt my chin up, whisper, “Kyol.”
“Kaesha.” The word comes out as a sweet sigh. He’s called me that only a few times before, and though he says there’s no translation for it, the affection in his voice is absolutely clear. Tension leaves his body. He gives in, pressing his lips against mine. The cool air doesn’t touch me anymore. There’s only him. His touch. His heat. His chaos lusters. But I know before he deepens the kiss that he’s going to end it soon. His arms move to my shoulders, tighten as he battles with what he wants to do and what he should do.
I try to hold on to him, make him hold on to me. It doesn’t work. Just when the kiss reaches the point where it might turn into more, he pulls away. Now, he’s breathing hard.
I draw in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “I was starting to believe you weren’t real.”
He helps me to my feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”
“It’s okay. I…Thanks for finding me. For taking care of me.”
He gives me one of his rare smiles. “I’ll always take care of you. Always.”
THIRTEEN
I’VE RELIVED THE same memory a dozen times now. Something’s wrong. Instead of feeling hot from Kyol’s touch, I feel numb, cold, and oddly distant.
I
turn my head to the side. It’s dark that way, too, but I feel a presence there. Someone’s gaze. My confusion finally begins to dissipate, and by the time I realize all I need to do to get rid of the darkness is to open my eyes, I remember Rhigh.
My eyes snap open. I’m in my room at the palace. This is where I’ve always stayed when I’ve remained in the Realm overnight. It’s not a large space, but there’s enough room for the bed, a nightstand, and the chest of drawers that’s pushed against the wall beside a small bathroom. It’s simple and it’s comfortable, and ever since the rebels took the palace, I’ve started to think of it as mine.
“Here,” Lena says. I slowly turn my head to the right, see her sitting in a chair beside my bed. She’s holding out a glass.
“Cabus?” I ask. She nods. My hands shake as I take it from her. I hold my breath, take a sip, and do my best not to spit it out.
“It’s not that bad,” she says.
It is that bad, but I’m parched, so I force myself to take another sip. It burns down my throat. It’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation considering how cold I am. Cabus is used to replenish a fae’s energy if they overexert themselves by fissuring too quickly or using too much magic. It’s supposed to help rehydrate and reenergize humans, too. Personally, I think a glass of Gatorade would do the same thing, but I can’t exactly run out to a convenience store to buy some.
“Where’s Aren?” I ask.
“I sent him away.”
I lift an eyebrow.
She scowls. “He wasn’t doing you or anyone else any good sitting here waiting for you to wake up.”
“How long was I out?”
“A few hours,” she says dismissively. Because, you know, people fall into icy rivers and lose consciousness all the time.
“What were you doing in Nashville?” she asks.
Nashville? It feels like it’s been days since Trev picked me up from there. And what did he tell me? That Sosch went to Lena with a message attached to a collar. Apparently, Lorn didn’t sign that message.
“I was repaying a favor.” I roll to my side, then try to sit up. I’m surprised when my body actually cooperates.
“A favor to whom?” Lena asks.
I’m a little dizzy. I wait for the room to settle then focus on her. She’s dressed in a long, white dress. A wide jaedric belt encircles her slender waist. A series of abira trees are etched into its surface at even intervals. They each have seventeen branches, one for each of the Realm’s provinces, including the ones Atroth dissolved years ago.
“Lorn,” I tell her. By her lack of reaction, she already knew that. “He said you guys had an argument.”
She hmmphs, and her already unsmiling face turns stony. She reaches up and tucks a long strand of blond hair behind her ear. It’s an action I’ve rarely seen her do, and it makes her look…Softer is the best word I can think of.
“You read the shadows for him, I presume.” After I nod, she asks, “Whose?”
“A fae named Aylen.”
“And who was this Aylen?”
“According to Lorn, an associate,” I say. Then, I remember the connection to the fae in Rhigh. “She fissured to Eksan.”
Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows go up. “The same Eksan that’s on the southern edge of the Daric Ocean?”
“I tried to tell Aren, but he fissured out before I could. Then we had to figure out how to get out of the city and—”
“And you found out about his connection to Thrain.”
That’s not what I was going to say, but now that it’s out there, I shrug. “Yeah.”
There’s a knock on my open door. A magically lit orb on the corridor wall outlines Aren’s lean frame in a soft, blue light. He looks like something out of myth standing there. Appropriately so.
“Is it okay if I come in?” he asks. There’s a cautious note in his tone, like he’s afraid I’ll say no and send him away.
Lena rises before I answer. I try to stand up, too, but my head spins when I lean forward.
“Easy, McKenzie,” Aren says, coming to my side. He places a hand on my shoulder, keeping me still. “You hit your head hard when you fell.”
His palm warms my skin through my thin, fae-made shirt. I’ve been changed out of my wet clothes. The pants I’m wearing are black, loose, and comfortable. I sit on the edge of the bed and face Aren, feeling my strength slowly seeping back into my muscles.
“You scared me,” he says. There’s a glimmer of leftover fear in his silver eyes. I don’t know what happened after I went under the water, but I know I didn’t get out of the river on my own. He must have dragged me out, dragged me through the gate, and brought me here.
“I told you your plan was insane,” I say.
A small grin. “I thought we’d have a few more seconds before they reacted.”
If I wasn’t still a little dizzy, I’d roll my eyes. Instead, I give him an exaggerated glare. His smile widens, then his gaze goes to my lips. Suddenly, I’m conscious of them. I’m conscious of just how close he is. His hand is on my side instead of my shoulder now.
There’s an exasperated sigh from the doorway.
“We’re meeting with the high nobles after sunrise,” Lena says. “Don’t be late.”
Aren just nods, not taking his eyes off me. When she leaves, closing the door behind her, he asks softly, “Are we okay?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. It’s the truth. I haven’t had a chance to process his connection to Thrain yet. What kind of person follows a false-blood? The only answers I can come up with are the foolish and the cruel. Aren doesn’t fit the first category—he’s smart and observant—but he doesn’t fall into the cruel category either. He’s always taken care with me, and he’s a healer. He helps people by taking their pain away.
“I just…I need time, Aren.” Time. That’s what I’ve been asking for these last two weeks, and it’s the one thing we don’t have much of. He said he understood, but if the shadow that moves through his eyes is any indication…
I want to make that shadow leave his expression. I want to lean forward, press my lips against his, and let my edarratae chase away his fears, but kissing him is dangerous. I wouldn’t want to stop, and as ridiculous as it is to be a twenty-six-year-old virgin, I need to be 100 percent sure about Aren before we’re together. So, instead of closing the distance between us, I slowly push my way to my feet. Aren moves back to give me room to do so, but he stays close enough to help me when I sway.
The dizziness passes in just a few seconds. I actually don’t feel that bad. I think I’ll be fine if I walk some. My equilibrium will return.
I start to tell him that but stop when my gaze settles on the chest of drawers beside the restroom. Or rather, when it settles on what’s on top of the chest of drawers.
“Is that my…” I stop because it’s not just my favorite pair of jeans. It’s my favorite pair of jeans, my sketchbook, and my photo album. Not the entire contents of my suitcase, but it’s the important stuff.
I cross the room, pick up my photo album.
“It’s all I could bring without risking some of it being lost to the In-Between,” Aren says behind me.
The In-Between can be temperamental. In general, it lets a fae fissure with what they can easily carry, but if they start trying to take armloads of clothes or boxes stuffed full of food or supplies, it’ll steal random things. It’s safer to use a gate if you’re carrying multiple items. “I can go back if you need something else.”
I turn to face him. “You went to my apartment?”
“Trev told me you’d packed a suitcase. I was there and back within a few minutes.” His gaze drops to the photo album in my hands. “I flipped through that. I hope you don’t mind.”
I look down. I’ve opened the album to a random page. My mom and dad are there, both holding shovels in our backyard. They’re planting a tree—a peach tree, if I remember correctly. I was twelve or so, and I’d just gotten a camera for my birthday. A photographer, I am not. My
parents are off center, and the whole image is crooked, but the memory makes me smile. I was young then. Happy and innocent. I miss that life. I miss my parents.
“I would meet them,” Aren says.
I clap the album shut. “What?”
“I would meet your parents,” he says, taking a step toward me. “If you wanted me to.”
God, this man loves me, and all I can do is stare at him, feeling my heart thump against my chest. Every time I start to question why I want to be with someone like him, he shows me why. He shows me he loves me, and underneath his half smiles and his laid-back attitude, he’s considerate and caring. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking why I want to be with him. Maybe I should be asking why he wants to be with someone like me.
“You’ve only known me a month,” I say, placing the photo album back on top of the chest of drawers.
“Yes,” he says, giving me a small smile that suggests he knows where I’m going with this.
“How can you be so sure of the way you feel about me?”
“You’re human,” Aren says. “You’re the weakest person I know.”
The warm, fluttery sensations in my stomach disappear. “Geez, thanks.”
He laughs and takes my hands in his before I turn away. “And that makes you the strongest. The most courageous. When I found you on your campus, you fought me. You didn’t give in even though you knew you were outmatched. I was halfway in love with you before we reached Germany.”
And the sensations are back. His touch excites my chaos lusters, making them spark across my skin. He reaches up, touches the side of my face. It’s so, so hard to keep my distance from him. Back in Rhigh, he told me he wasn’t a mistake. Maybe I should just take his word on that. Maybe now is the time we should be together.
A warm, pleasant ache flares up low in my stomach.
“When is sunrise?” I ask, moving closer to him.
“Soon,” he says. “Now, probably.”
Which means we have zero time together. I close my eyes, stifling a curse.
Aren’s thumb traces the line of my jaw. “Come with me.”
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