“Really?” I asked. “But—” I stopped myself. There was no way my mom could have shown me that—or even known that. Her clues only took me so far, and we had to piece together the rest. “What happened?”
“She said he was gone all the time, keeping secrets, sneaking around. She was pretty sure he was having an affair. They argued about it a lot. Finally, she told him to get out. She said she told him if he wasn’t going to be the father I needed, he could leave.” Ian’s jaw was set in a straight line. “He didn’t fight. He just . . . did what she said.”
I let the information fill in the blanks of what I already knew. He’d been spending all his time with the Rogues in the cabin in the woods. And my mother begged him to keep their secret from his family. He left his wife and son to keep it safe. And to keep them safe.
“So . . . where is he now?” My breath caught in my throat.
He dug around in his backpack, and held up an envelope. “My mom gave me this. Said this was where the last check he sent her came from.” He pointed to the return address. “Apparently, he changed his name. See? Benjamin Sharpe. That must be why our online searches were pointless.”
If he was a Rogue trying to escape his old life and leave that world behind, if he was trying to sever all ties and connections to his wife and son for their own protection—then it made so much sense to change his name.
“I wonder if that’s why my visions didn’t work either,” I mused. “I was searching for James Harrison, along with the face I’d already seen. But together they wouldn’t have added up to much.”
“I guess it all makes sense now,” Ian said. His voice was hard to read.
“Ian.” I hesitated. “You know he wasn’t having an affair, right?”
“Of course,” he said. “Well, I do now. He was with your mom and dad, trying to overthrow the system.” He looked out somewhere over my shoulder, his eyes unfocused. He was processing so much. “It’s weird though, you know? My mom told me that she kept the truth from me because she wanted me to be mad at him for leaving—not her, for making him. Because he’s the one who left, and she’s the one who stayed. She knew it was selfish. But she did it anyway. To protect me.”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking of the conversation. “There’s a lot of that going around.”
“But I guess what she didn’t know is that he was protecting her. He was protecting both of us. From . . .” He spread his arms out wide, then shrugged. “All this.”
I knew what he meant.
“I don’t know anything about him. All this time, I’ve been angry at him, hated him, for no reason. And now I find out he was doing it for me.” He paused. “I’m so messed up.”
I took his hand. “You know what, though?” I said. “They’re the ones who are gone, and we’re the ones who are here. And it’s time for us to embrace the truth. We have powers, Ian—big ones—”
“I don’t—”
“Yes, you do. You will. They’ll manifest, like mine did, when they’re ready. And you’ll find your place in this world, because there’s no other option. Our parents can’t protect us from the future forever. We have to face this. Now is the time.”
“I know, Skye,” he said. “Which is why I have to go.”
I looked longingly down the hall, in the direction of the final exam I was supposed to take in five minutes.
“Can you wait until after the test? We’ll go together!”
“I can’t.” His eyes showed resolve, determination. “I know this is your Uprising, your battle. But this is my dad. My personal mission. I have to go now. And I have to go on my own.”
“Ian, come on,” I said, starting to feel the fire of frustration burning in me. “You can’t go by yourself. It’s not safe. And also, it’s not fair. I’ve been searching for him, too!” I squeezed his hand. “This is a huge moment, for both of us. We have to go together.”
“No,” he said firmly, pulling his arm away. I could see the Rogue temper building in him—that part of him that was capable of saying things he’d later regret. “This is going to be a couple days’ drive. I’m going now. If I leave in a few minutes, I can be back by prom.” Back by prom? That would mean missing all his finals. “If you want to come with me, I guess that’s up to you. But I’m leaving.” He turned and walked toward the exit.
I stood there, stunned. Should I follow him? Should I stay?
You have to get at least a 98 on three of your exams if you want to keep your GPA where it needs to be. . . .
And I couldn’t just disappear now, in the days leading up to prom. Not when my friends were counting on me.
Maybe I could let Ian do this. . . .
I glanced down at my watch. Two minutes.
Without another thought, I turned and ran down the hall, swinging open the classroom door and sliding into an empty seat just in time for my first final to begin.
21
The clock ticked out the seconds on the wall.
We know where James Harrison is.
Tick.
Ian is going to find him.
Tick.
We’re going do this.
Tick.
I could hear the tension crackling just beneath the surface of my skin. Every cell in my body felt wired to explode.
I looked down at my test booklet and tried to focus on the words in front of me, but the ones in my head were too distracting.
Ian’s dad. The third Rogue. James. The war.
“Skye,” Mr. DeNardo said. “Eyes on your own test, please.”
Right, I realized. I must have been spacing out, staring off into the distance. I looked back down at my own booklet.
Earth. Aunt Jo. Aaron. The fourth. Prom. So close.
“I’ll be back in time for prom,” Ian had said. Clearly I couldn’t just up and leave for a few days, all because I wanted to go with him. Could I? Or what if . . .
The edges of the test in front of me were curling into darkness. And the classroom dissolved with it.
No, I begged. Please, no. This is the worst time for a vision. EVER.
I was moving. Wait—a car was moving, and I was inside of it.
Am I Ian? I wondered, my pulse quickening. Is something about to happen to Ian? I glanced around his dashboard for any sign, any clue, as to what was about to happen. It was surprisingly clean, clear of all the debris that usually cluttered his car.
As my vision crystalized and came into focus, it dawned on me that this definitely didn’t look like Ian’s car. So who the hell did it belong to? I felt it turn sharply, switching lanes suddenly. Too suddenly.
There’s going to be an accident.
Out the windshield, I could see that I was almost perpendicular now to the rest of the cars on the highway. I was barreling forward—on purpose—toward one car in particular. A hunter green Subaru. Ian’s.
I happened to glance in the rearview mirror then. And found myself staring into a narrow face with an evil grin, framed by long blond hair. Lucas.
The Guardian who’d tried to pick a fight with us in the cafeteria when I was still a Rebel. The Guardian Devin warned me was now Astaroth’s right-hand man. Raven’s replacement.
“He’s going to hit Ian!” I screamed.
“Excuse me?”
I blinked. The entire class was staring at me, pencils poised in midair, mouths hanging open.
“Ms. Parker, do you have something you’d like to share with the whole class or should we let you get back to that exciting dream?” Mr. DeNardo did not look as amused as my classmates.
“I have to go,” I whispered. “I—I’m sorry.” I gathered my books and my bag, and sprinted through the door and down the hall. Screw the test. Who was I kidding, anyway? I had given up any semblance of a normal life a long time ago. Right about the time Asher and Devin showed up in my life.
The night of my seventeenth birthday.
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself as I ran down the front steps. But instead of hitting the bottom, I spread my w
ings and took off.
Something broke painfully inside me as I left my dreams of a future behind.
I had to save Ian. I only hoped I wasn’t too late.
I flew on silver wings along the highway.
Come on, I thought. He can’t have gotten too far.
I narrowed in on the cars below. In the vision, Lucas had been about to cross three lanes of traffic to ram Ian’s car. So Ian must be driving in the right lane, bordering the trees. I looked for any spot of green I could find.
And then I saw it—all unfolding before my eyes. A tan, inconspicuous sedan, its engine revving as I watched, veered sharply, too sharply, into the lane next to it. Right toward a hunter green wagon.
I swooped down, hoping to make it in time. The sedan’s engine roared. I sped closer and saw Ian glance out the driver’s side window. His eyes widened as he took in the scene that was about to unfold. I pounded on the window for him to open it. No—we didn’t have time. I spun around.
The tan sedan was veering toward me, picking up speed. Heart pounding, I raised both hands out in front of me and summoned my powers. I had no idea if it was the power of the light or of the dark that I was calling—and I didn’t care. All I knew was that a huge gust of wind burst from my hands and pushed the sedan backward. Lucas’s eyes grew wide as the sedan narrowly missed a car speeding toward it, then rolled off the highway in the other direction.
Ian pulled his car onto the shoulder of the highway, and I came to a rest beside him. He opened the door and got out on shaky legs. Relief welled up in me as I flung my arms around him.
“Okay,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath. “You win. I’m taking you with me next time.”
“Next time?” I said, pulling away. “What about this time?” I extended my wings, and didn’t care who on the highway saw me. “Come on. Let’s go find your dad.”
Ian grinned. He took my hand, and we left his car where it was on the side of the highway. I grasped him tight, and together we flew.
Turns out, Wyoming was a lot easier to get to when you had wings. The several-day journey Ian had planned took no time at all when I was carrying us through the air.
The landscape in the southern part of the state was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Vast green brush swept across the land, and every now and then huge burnt sienna buttes jutted out at odd angles, like some giant had dropped his toys and forgotten to pick them up.
I remembered Asher telling me that angels—particularly Rebels and those with Rebel blood—gravitated toward wild beauty and natural landscapes. I could see why James would want to escape to somewhere like Sunset Peaks, Wyoming.
We followed the return address on the envelope and found ourselves in a community of small, rustic houses that bordered a lake so big, we couldn’t see the other side.
I glanced at Ian. “Do you want to knock?”
There was no answer. The lights weren’t on, and there was no car parked in the drive.
I nodded at the lake.
“Down there,” I said.
We rounded the path, and the wide, blue water stretched out before us. The clouds above were reflected in the glassy surface. “Skye,” said Ian. “Look.” The lake fed into a wide, flat river that ran down along the houses we’d passed. And dotting the river was a group of fly fishermen—maybe twenty or so, at first glance.
“Do you see him?” Ian whispered. I looked around for a tall man with hair the color of hay and a smattering of sun-faded freckles. But we were too far to really see what any of them looked like.
“Wait—there,” I said excitedly. I pointed to a man in a navy blue fly-fishing vest with bright orange piping. A khaki fishing hat shielded his face from the afternoon sun. But it wasn’t his taste in fishing gear that caught my attention. It was the way the water moved around him—not just rippling, but swelling, breathing. Like he was moving it with his mind, or—
“Rogue powers?” Ian said.
“I think so.”
Ian looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“Well,” he said. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“What are you going to—”
“Dad!!!” He shouted, standing on his tiptoes and waving his arm at the man.
“Stealthy,” I said.
The man’s head turned, quickly, to look at us. He seemed to squint against the sun.
“What if he doesn’t recognize me?” Ian asked. “I’m older and manlier now.”
“That’s true.” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe yell, Dad, it’s me, Ian!”
I didn’t expect him to take me seriously, but he did exactly what I suggested.
“Ian!” I hissed. “Well, I think it’s safe to say our cover’s blown.”
But at Ian’s words, the man froze. His fishing rod dropped into the river and was swept away by the current.
“Do you think he saw us?” Ian asked.
Ian’s question was answered when the man began to make his way toward us. When he got close enough that I could see his face, I gasped. Short, sandy hair. Freckles scattered across his nose from being out in the sun. Like Aaron Ward, he was easy to recognize from my vision—the same, but older.
Like us . . . but older.
He regarded Ian with a mix of fascination, wonder—and caution. Like Aaron, he, too, seemed on edge at the mention of something that could tie him to the Rogues.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“Ian?”
“Dad.” Now that we were here, face-to-face with him, Ian seemed unsure of what to say. For a minute, the two men stood there, silently, regarding each other.
And then in a flash, they embraced each other tightly.
“Son,” said James, his voice cracking slightly. “How did you—did your mother—what do you—”
“Know?” Ian asked. “Everything, Dad. I know everything.”
“I wanted to tell you,” James whispered into his ear. “But I knew I had to protect you. And that meant leaving. When your mom told me to get out, I didn’t argue. But I couldn’t stay with those Rogues. It was just too hard, and being around that little girl of theirs, well, it reminded me too much of you.”
I smiled. I could feel tears springing to my own eyes. All this searching, all this waiting, wondering if and when we would find James Harrison—Ian’s dad, the third Rogue my parents had gathered together—had paid off in the best possible way.
“That little girl?” Ian said. “She’s right here.”
James stared at me. “You’re Skye?” He turned to Ian. “Mer and Sam’s daughter?”
“That’s the one.” I grinned.
“God, you’re so grown-up! Both of you are.” He wiped his eye with the back of his hand. He had the same open, earnest energy as Ian, and I couldn’t help but immediately like him. “Do you kids have time to stay? Because—” He saw the look in our eyes, and his face fell. “I guess there’s a reason why you know all about me now.”
Ian looked at me for support, and I nodded.
“There’s a lot we have to tell you, Mr. Harrison—er, Sharpe,” I said.
“It’s James, Skye. I guess it’s time I go by James again.”
I nodded. “James. Ian and I have to fill you in on what’s going on.”
We did exactly that.
James didn’t seem quite as resistant to the idea of coming back with us as Aaron had—but then, Aaron had reasons to be nervous about his return to River Springs. James had left because of his secret, but now that he didn’t have to hide it from his son anymore, he had nothing to fear in returning. His biggest concern was helping us.
And that was how I gathered the whole group back together again—with some new additions, of course. James flew back with us to River Springs, helping me along with boosts of power when I needed it. He decided to stay with us at Aunt Jo’s, not quite ready to face Ian’s mom, the one person who still didn’t know his secret. He, Aunt Jo, and Aaron began to practice combining their powers, preparing for what wa
s to come.
I learned more about the Rogues and the kind of power they harnessed every day. They drew from the Rebels, but as only half angelic, they couldn’t harness the full power of the elements. Instead, each Rogue, I learned, had some small spark of talent or skill. Aunt Jo was able to manipulate the earth in small ways, which apparently was the reason she had started running excursions out of Into the Woods Outdoor Co. in the first place. Aaron had some power over the wind and sky. James, as we’d seen in Wyoming, was handy with water. When the three of them combined their powers, they could do some serious damage. One afternoon, they actually forged a river through the field behind our house.
And now that the three of them were back together, we were one step closer to calling a Rogue army.
In the middle of all this, final exams ended. And I didn’t go back to school after the very first final I ran out on. Aunt Jo called to tell them I was out due to a family crisis, which wasn’t even a lie, and that I would have to take an incomplete. I could finish the credits in summer school. Of course, none of us knew if we would make it till then. But wasn’t that kind of the point?
I could see into the future—see flashes and signs of things to come. But my visions only took me so far. I couldn’t see how it would end. I didn’t know who would win. Just like the dream I’d had over and over, I was hovering on the edge of a great precipice. The biggest, steepest, most challenging ski slope of my life. And I knew that now, the time had come for me to strap on my skis, pull down my goggles, and take the plunge into the unknown.
I couldn’t control everything in my life anymore. I had to just let go.
Junior year was almost over—the weirdest, hardest year of my life—and senior year stretched out before us. But while everyone else was preparing for prom and summer vacation, my friends and I prepared for some kind of epic battle. And none of us knew if we would survive.
We gathered every night during finals week, in the days leading up to prom. Our house was fuller than ever before—and I loved it. It had been me and Aunt Jo, just the two of us, for so long. But now, I didn’t ever want to go back to those cold winter days where the house was empty and I stared out my window at the moon, alone. I wanted a full house, and everything that came with it.
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