by Jodi Meadows
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Author: Jodi Meadows
There had to be a dozen sylph outside my bedroom, and though they were eyeless, I could feel them looking at me.
A whimper escaped my throat.
A gasp sounded in the front room, and blankets crumpled to the floor. Soft thumps made their way to my bedroom door. Sam. I knew the cadence of his footsteps.
I raced to the door and dragged it open.
In the dimness, Sam glanced me over, as though to make sure I wasn’t bleeding—why would I be bleeding?—and then swept me up in a tight hug. “Are you all right? I heard you—”
He stilled as the sylph sang outside, echoes of music he’d composed.
“Oh. ” His breath rustled my hair as he released me, and together we made our way back to the window. Warm air pushed inward, smelling faintly of ash and ozone.
One by one, the sylph finished their music.
One by one, the sylph drifted down the cottage path, leaving nothing more threatening than a song.
“What does it mean?” Sam whispered. He cocked his head, as though listening for sounds of Cris stirring in the other bedroom, but relaxed. Cris must have been a deep sleeper, or tired from walking everywhere.
“It means I need to stop avoiding Menehem’s research. The sylph were terrified of him during Templedark, and it was his research on the sylph that affected Janan’s temple. I need to understand why. And why they’d sing outside my window. ” Though it was unlikely Menehem would be able to answer that question. As far as I could tell, he’d never been concerned with thoughts or feelings or motivations of others; he couldn’t grasp them.
Sam dropped back his head in resignation. Our peace was too short-lived. “What do you want to do?”
I stared into the darkness, but nothing moved, and the sylph odor abated. “I wish we could stay outside of Heart, just playing music all the time. But in houses. I don’t want to walk around for four years like Cris. ”
“Pianos are too heavy to carry in a backpack, anyway. ” He kissed my forehead, stubble scratching my cheek. “You know people there like you. ”
“Sarit, Stef, Sine—other people whose names begin with S. ”
He chuckled. “Armande, Lidea, Wend, Rin, Orrin, Whit. Lots of others. Templedark was horrible, but it did show people you cared. How many did you save that night?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. The night had been so frantic, and mostly I’d been looking for Sam.
Warm fingers curved over my cheek, and he drew my gaze upward. “Are you worried they’ll change their minds about you?”
How did he always know my real fears? “No one calls me nosoul anymore, but how long will that last when they find out sylph don’t chase me anymore? Cris saw them reacting to my playing. ”
“He won’t tell anyone. You can trust Cris. ”
I wished I had Sam’s confidence that people would remember I wasn’t out to destroy their existence. Maybe that was why I was reluctant to look into Menehem’s research, but I couldn’t let fear of others’ reactions stop me anymore.
“All right. We go east of Range, where Menehem did his experiments. ” I closed the shutters, locked them. “I don’t want anyone to know we’re going there. The Council won’t like it. ”
“No,” Sam whispered darkly. “They won’t. ”
“We leave as soon as Cris does. ” And then, I hoped, I would find out what Menehem had done to the sylph, and their connection to Janan. But mostly, I needed to find out what they wanted from me.
3
SCORCH
CRIS LEFT THE cottage as the sun rose. I lay in my lumpy bed, listening to a stranger move through the next room, through the washroom, through the front room. I was still getting used to other sounds in this house belonging to Sam, not Li, and Cris’s sounds were different yet. His steps were longer than Sam’s, and not…heavier, but more solid somehow.
Just as I realized I should see him off, low voices came from the front room. “Will you tell Ana I said good-bye?”
“She’s awake, if you want to tell her yourself. ” Sam’s voice was groggy, but he’d probably awakened as soon as Cris’s feet hit the floor.
“I’m sure she’d rather go back to sleep. I’ll see you both in Heart. ” Cris hesitated. “You mentioned she’s taking lessons from people. Perhaps she’ll want to try gardening. ”
“Perhaps. ” Sofa springs made their someone-sitting-up groan, but it wasn’t Li’s motion. It would never be Li again. Sam’s voice came almost wistfully. “It was good seeing you again, Cris. ”
“And you. ” A moment later, the front door squeaked and shut.
It was hard to find time to practice while traveling, but Sam insisted there was more to music than playing an instrument. Theory was just as important, and we listened to as much music as we talked about, our SEDs synced to play the same things.
Sonatas, minuets, arias, symphonies: these things accompanied us through the forest, all golden-green woven with the fire of oncoming autumn as we walked northeast through Range.
“Are you worried sylph will hear the music and come after us?” I asked Sam once.
“No. ” He paused. “Not too worried while we’re in Range, at least. And we have sylph eggs. Purple Rose Cottage is at the edge of Range, so there weren’t as many traps between them and us. It’s unlikely they’d follow us. ”
Unlikely, but not impossible. Sylph had been doing all sorts of unlikely things lately. A few heat-sensing traps might not make much of a difference. “What about when we get to Menehem’s laboratory?” I asked. The map he’d included in his diaries indicated the building was just beyond the border of Range, drifting into troll territory.
“We’ll have to be more careful there, but I’m sure the building itself is well protected. ”
“Hmph. ”
I shouldn’t have been worried, though. When we arrived at the coordinates Menehem had left, we found an ugly iron building the size of a barn. Solar panels covered the roof, while cisterns hugged the sides.
Trees stumps dotted the area, some as big as dinner tables. Here and there, the grass had been scorched black. Not by lightning. Sylph? But how?
I knelt and dragged my fingers through fine, midnight powder. Ash. It trickled away in a gust of wind, leaving my fingers stained with dusk.
Sam stopped beside me. “What do you think happened?”
As if I had any clue.
“Not sure. ” I pulled out my SED and made a quick video of the entire area. “Eerie,” I muttered as I saved it in a private, protected folder Stef had taught me how to make. I doubted she realized exactly what I’d be doing with my privacy, though; she’d probably assumed it was simply because I didn’t want to risk any of them finding my secrets, since I hadn’t yet started a diary for eventual sharing like everyone else.
A message flashed in the corner of my screen. Sarit had sent a photo of a jar of honey with a teal ribbon tied around it, and “For Ana” written in her flowing script.
“What are you smiling about?” Sam nudged me with his elbow.
“Sarit. ” I showed him the photo. “I think it must be a form of bribery. ”
“She misses you. I would, too. ” Sam gazed up at the monstrosity of a building while I sent a message back to Sarit, letting her know her bribe would have more effect if I hadn’t remembered to pack a small jar. She would try again when I ran out. “Ready to go in?” Sam asked.
“Ugh. I can just imagine how comfortably we’ll be living until we go back to Heart. ”
He chuckled and motioned toward the cloudy sky. “At least we won’t get rained on. Do you want to take the bags in and I’ll put Shaggy in the stable?”
I looped bags over my shoulder and blew Sam a kiss as I headed for the front door. Menehem had left me a key and a code, though it could have been easily broken by anyone who cared enough to try. A soul-scanner would have been more secure, but maybe he
’d been planning on leading me here; I wasn’t in the main database and wouldn’t have been able to get in. He couldn’t have predicted I’d have Sam with me.
Inside smelled like something had died months ago. Certainly the building was protected from sylph, thanks to all the iron, but it wasn’t protected from dust, small animals, or general grossness.
Lights flickered on as I dropped the bags and stepped into the front section, filled with cabinets and rickety furniture for a parlor, bedroom, and kitchen. Another room—a washroom, I hoped—was blocked off in the back.
Beyond the front area, I found a lab with tons of equipment I couldn’t identify, huge glass and steel containers, and stuff. It looked like Menehem had been collecting lab-type junk for a lifetime.
A stair to the upper story revealed a dark data console and a small library’s worth of research. It seemed he’d also stored off-season clothes and supplies here, because I discovered crates of jackets, skis, and other things. The scent of cedar—to ward off bugs—flooded the area.
“Ana?” Sam’s voice came from below, and I clomped back down the stairs. “Anything exciting up there?” He was gazing around the lab when I found him, probably looking for a mop or button that would miraculously clean the layers of dust and grime. Menehem hadn’t even been gone a year, but it didn’t take long for nature to start reclaiming things.
He probably hadn’t been the cleanest person to start with.
“Just lots and lots of research and junk. ” I sighed. “This is going to be like reopening the cottage, but even worse, isn’t it?”
“Do you want to sleep in here with everything like this?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“We could sleep outside. I’d risk the sylph. ”
“How about cleaning the living area today, then we’ll worry about the rest?”
“Fine. ” I dragged out the word, but mostly I was complaining to complain. I didn’t mind cleaning up if Sam was nearby. “But my cooperation comes with a price. ”
“What’s that?” His posture relaxed, voice warming like he knew already. And when I smiled and tilted my face upward, he kissed me so sweetly my entire body hummed with adoration and desire. Could anyone else ever make me feel this complete?
No. Only Sam.
It had always been Sam.
Almost a week later, we’d tossed out a decaying raccoon and scrubbed the living quarters and lab until they didn’t make us want to run back to Heart and shower. Sam fished twigs, dead bugs, and a snake out of the cisterns—I double-checked that the water purifier had new filters and solution—and finally we were able to get started on the research we’d come to do.
We sat at the splintering kitchen table, diaries and papers spread out around us. I pointed at a notebook. “This journal matches up with what we already know: he’d been trying to find ways to stop sylph. He started with iron and was looking for ways to make sylph power the eggs with their own life force; that way they’d keep sylph trapped long after the batteries ran out. But that didn’t work, so he went back to chemicals. ”
“He was always best with chemicals,” Sam agreed.
“During the first Templedark—the night Ciana died—he was doing his experiments in the market field. ” Then Ciana hadn’t been reborn. I’d replaced her.
“Because, of course, that’s a logical place to do experiments. ”
“You know Menehem. ” My heart pinched for only a moment—if Menehem hadn’t been so irresponsible, I wouldn’t be here—but Sam touched my hand. His knee bumped mine. His comment had been only about Menehem, and involved zero regret about the way things had turned out, even though the world had lost Ciana. I tried to smile.
Strong fingers tightened over mine, and he lifted his eyebrow, waiting for something. Acceptance. I was getting better at reading Sam, if not many others.
