I force myself to sit up, careful to stare at her face instead of the many other places I would much rather be staring. "Do you want to be bonded to me?"
"I . . . want you to be happy."
"That"s not what I asked."
She looks away, and now I"m seriously getting worried. "You haven"t changed your mind, have you?"
"No . . ."
Okay, it"s the right word, but the way she drags it out-like there"s supposed to be a "but" afterward-isn"t exactly rea.s.suring.
"If something"s changed, you need to tell me. I don"t . . ." My voice hitches and I clear my throat. "I don"t want you to feel like you"re stuck with me."
She turns back toward me, her expression impossible to read. "I don"t want you to feel stuck with me. Now that you"ve met Solana-"
"Oh my G.o.d-is that what this is about?"
I"m so relieved I can"t help laughing as I grab her and pull her close-which turns out to be a bad idea because I"m still shirtless and holy c.r.a.p her dress is backless. I take a deep breath, trying to remember what I was going to say, and finally manage to mumble, "Solana"s a nice girl, but she"ll never be you."
"But . . . how can you want to be with the girl whose mother killed your parents?"
She dips her chin, but I tilt it back up, forcing her to look at me. "I will never blame you for that, Audra. I"m not even sure if I totally blame your mom anymore. Especially now that she"s . . ."
Audra closes her eyes.
"I"m sorry I didn"t tell you about that sooner," I mumble. "I didn"t know what to say."
It"s a weak excuse even to me, but Audra lets me get away with it. She just sits there, looking so heartbreakingly sad.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"My mother?" She shakes her head. "No. She chose her own path. But . . ."
"But?" I prompt when she doesn"t finish.
Audra sighs, dropping her eyes to the neckline of her dress. I try not to follow her stare-but it"s not easy.
"What is it?" I ask quietly.
"I"m just . . . such a mess. Between my mother and the Gales and . . ." She sighs again and her whole body droops. "Solana"s so perfect and pretty and-"
There"s only one way to stop this insanity. I pull her closer and kiss her with everything I have.
She sinks into my arms, parting her lips as she presses her body against me. The rush of heat makes my head spin, or maybe that"s from all the skin touching skin. Her lips trail down my neck and I realize that if I let this keep going I won"t be able to stop-and we"re kind of running out of time here. So with the last of my willpower I kiss her one more time and break away.
"Now will you believe that I want to be with you?" I ask, grinning when I see the way she"s gasping for breath.
Her smile fades. "You could have anyone."
"Ha! I seriously doubt that. I was hardly a hit with the human girls-and not just because of you, though you definitely didn"t help. But more importantly, are you ever going to stop doubting me? Or do I need to, like, get your name tattooed across my body-because I"m really not a fan of needles, but I"ll put a big "I Heart Audra" right here if I need to."
I wave my hand across my chest.
She shakes her head and I pull her back, resisting the urge to kiss her again as I whisper in her ear. "I choose you. And if anyone ever tries to break our bond, I"ll destroy them-and then I"ll chase you down and beg until you to let me form it again."
She smiles against my neck, giving me goose b.u.mps, before she tilts her chin up and whispers, "Then what are we going to do about Os?"
"I don"t know. But I don"t trust him," I whisper back, feeling better just saying it out loud.
"Me either," she admits after a second. "So you"re not going to teach him Westerly?"
"I don"t think I physically can. I feel like pa.s.sing out just thinking about it. But what about the rest of the Gales? I don"t know how I"ll live with myself if I let more of them die for me-"
"It"s not your responsibility to worry about the other guardians." She traces her fingers along the edge of my bruise, letting her sparks ease some of the ache. "You"re putting your life on the line too-and they knew the risks when they took their oath. They all know their jobs could end in their deaths."
The word feels like it casts a shadow over us.
A battle to the death.
I suppose I could send them away, but I really don"t think Audra and I are strong enough to take all the Stormers on by ourselves. And if the Living Storms get loose in the valley . . .
I feel like I"ve been punched in the chest as I realize what I"m forgetting, and I stumble to my nightstand to grab my long abandoned cell phone.
"What"s wrong?" Audra asks as I switch it on and dial, relieved that it still has a little battery left.
"Someone better be dead," Isaac grumbles as he answers, which makes me realize what time it is. The clock by my bed says quarter to six.
"Hey," I mumble, bracing for how awkward this is going to be. "I know this is going to sound strange, but . . . I need you to head out of town for the next few days. Like now."
I can hear the covers rustle like he"s sitting up in bed. "Are you high?"
"No-and I"m not drunk, either, if that"s your next question. Just trust me when I say that you"ll be much safer if you get out of the desert for a bit.Take Shelby and your family, too. My parents went to Mexico, maybe you can meet up with them there."
"So . . . let me get this straight,"Isaac says after an endless silence. "I don"t hear from you for, like, two and a half weeks-and now you call me at the crack of dawn telling me to pack up and head to Mexico with your parents? And I"m supposed to believe that you"re not on drugs?"
I don"t blame him for not believing me. But he has to get out of town. "Look, all I can say is that c.r.a.p is going to hit the fan, like, soon-and I don"t want you to get caught in the middle of it-" "What kind of c.r.a.p?"
"It"s . . . hard to explain." He"ll never believe me if I tell him the truth. I certainly wouldn"t. "But it"s big, crazy, you-cannot-wrapyour-head-around-it kind of c.r.a.p. So please, just get your family and Shelby out of here-don"t you have relatives you could stay with in Ensenada?"
"Dude, quit tripping and go back to sleep."
"I"m not tripping, I-"
He hangs up on me.
I call back and it goes straight to voicemail. Same with the next time. And the time after that.
I"m tempted to call his house, but if I can"t convince my best friend that I"m not drugged out of my mind, I doubt I can convince his paranoid mother. And his girlfriend Shelby hasn"t spoken to me since the Hannah-from-Canada debacle a few weeks ago.
Which leaves me with only one option.
"You"re going to get him?" Audra asks, proving how well she knows me as I grab the nearest shirt and throw it over my head.
"I have to try to get him out of here. If something happens to him, I won"t be able to live with myself."
"You will do nothing of the sort," Os says from the doorway. "We have precious little time for you to teach us what we need-and that is the best way to protect everyone."
I glance at Audra and she nods. "Listen, Os, about that-"
"Don"t you dare-you already agreed."
"I know. But I can"t. You saw how sick I got."
"Then don"t get sick."
"It"s not that simple."
"Yes, it is."
"Not when I don"t trust you!"
I can see Gus and Solana standing behind Os, looking pretty dang shocked that I would admit that. But it"s the truth. Might as well lay it all out there at this point.
"You don"t trust me?" Os growls. "I am your captain!"
"Yeah, and less than an hour ago you threatened to torture me and break my bond. I"m sure you can see why that might make you seem a little shady."
"Is that what this is about? Some sort of blackmail to force me into accepting your relationship?"
"Of course not-we don"t need your approval. You don"t get to-"
I stop myself and take a deep breath, focusing on the Westerly still floating around my room. It"s singing that line again about not fleeing from the path, and I think I finally know what it means.
"Look," I say, trying to make sense of the chaotic thoughts in my head. "Everyone"s always talking about how I"m the one with the power to fix everything. But I"m not. The Westerlies have the power. Every single time they"ve managed to save me it"s because I stepped back and listened to what my instincts were telling me to do. And my instincts are telling me not to teach anyone else my language, so I have to trust them. I know it"s scary-but it was pretty freaking scary when Audra was trapped in a drainer and my instincts told me to make an ultra strong wind spike and launch it at her, and it was even scarier when we were cornered by Raiden in Death Valley and we had to drop our only shield and unravel our only weapons and hope that the few tired drafts we had would come through for us. But they did. So fine, maybe you don"t trust me and I don"t trust you, but can we both agree to trust the wind?"
Os"s mouth forms one word. Then another.
When he changes his mind again, I say, "You know you agree with me. You just don"t want to."
He reaches up and smoothes the hair around his braid. "I do agree that your instincts are important, Vane. But that doesn"t mean they"re always perfect, either-or that you"re properly understanding them. Yes, you felt ill thinking about teaching us, but how do you know that"s not just nerves resulting from a life-changing decision?"
"Because it wasn"t."
"But how do you know-and don"t give me some pointless answer like "I just do." You"ve never given teaching us a chance. How do you know it won"t feel differently if you try?"
"Because I didn"t feel like that with Audra!"
Gus cringes, and I realize he never told Os that important detail-which was probably the right call.
"What does he mean?" Os asks, reeling on Audra. "Did he teach you Westerly?"
Say no! I want to beg her. Lie to cover my mistake.
But Audra squares her shoulders, glancing quickly at me before she turns to face Os and says, "Yes."
CHAPTER 34.AUDRA.
I.
could"ve lied.
I almost did.
But in the split second that I had to think, I realized there"s a bigger secret that I need to keep. And this is the best way to hide it. "Yes, he taught me," I tell Os, silently begging Vane and Gus to go along with this. "After we bonded. He wanted to make sure I had extra protection, but I was only able to learn a couple of commands." "That didn"t trigger a breakthrough?" Os asks.
"I"d hoped it would. But no." I"m proud of how smooth the lie sounds. "I"ve memorized the words, and I know what they mean because he translated them for me. But the language is still a mystery." Vane frowns, and I can tell both he and Gus are trying to figure out what I"m doing. Thankfully, neither of them corrects me. If Os knew that Vane pa.s.sed his heritage to me through our bond, I"m sure he would expect the same phenomenon to happen with Vane and Solana-and the possibility alone would sway the Gales to vote to break our bond and try it.
Maybe it would work.
Maybe it wouldn"t.
But Vane is mine.
Solana has pretty dresses and a pretty gold bracelet and the pretty future the Gales promised her. But I have a lifetime of knowing Vane, protecting Vane, sacrificing everything to keep him safe.
And he chose me.
I won"t let the Gales take him away.
I won"t let them know how powerful I am, either.
As much as I hate to be underestimated, it can also be an advantage. And if Os is harnessing the power of pain, I need all the advantage I can get.
"Did you know about this?" Os asks Gus.
Gus shrugs. "The battle was so chaotic it was hard to tell what was going on."
Os looks less than satisfied with that answer, but he turns back to Vane. "And you won"t teach me the same commands you gave her?" "I told you, my instincts won"t let me."
"What about Solana? Her family was chosen as our royals for their kind, generous manner, and she"s been the only one able to calm your nightmares-twice now."
The reminder of my earlier failure cuts deeper than a windslicer.
So does the hope shining in Solana"s bright eyes.
But Vane"s words heal the pain. "I only trust Audra." Os reels back toward me, his disgust so obvious it might as well be a sign around his neck. "And what commands have you been privileged enough to learn?"
"Why do you care?" Vane demands before I can answer. "Because I"m trying to strategize! If you won"t teach the rest of us, the least you can do is tell me her strengths so I can organize our formation accordingly."