Eternal: Chapter Six, Part 8

“I need your help,” I said gently, knowing there would never be a good time. “My movement is starting soon; our first meeting is after everyone’s finals. I want you on my team, for everything you can bring.” As I explained, I watched him carefully, not wanting to risk losing him to his own suffering right now. “School will come first. The only relative downside is we have two years.”

Jake didn’t say anything, which worried me. Everyone had reacted to the two-year limit and he wasn’t even batting an eye at it.

“Are we taking them down?” he asked after a moment.

Nodding, I said, “That’s the general plan.”

“I’m in.”

We sat there for a long while, me wondering if I should ask if he needed anything else, him wallowing in his own thoughts.

“Will I ever forgive them?” he asked softly, gazing steadily at the river. “My family?”

Sitting back on my hands again, I gave the only answer I could think of: “You’ll know in time, though I’d like to think you’ll be able to.”

Nodding, he admitted, “I have another question.”

“Shoot.”

“Can we save her?”

I almost hated the way he was looking at me, as though all of his hopes and dreams depended on the next thing I said. Yet it seemed fitting, as I had done the same thing to Caroline a year and a half ago.

“We’ll do our best,” I promised, unable to give the affirmative. There were too many variables, and how he meant saved may not be the same as just freeing her from whatever facility in which she was kept. “Did you want me to do anything for you?”

Jake shook his head, exhaling heavily. “You’ve done so much for me already.”

“It wouldn’t take much for me to remove your pain,” I offered, wanting to do more. I wasn’t sure if leaving him in this condition was healthy.

“I need it,” he said, holding my gaze. “It’ll make me better.”

“If you don’t let it consume you.”

“I’ll handle it better this time around,” he promised, offering a small smile. That hint of youth hadn’t been an illusion after all. “Besides, I’ll be seeing more of you now, and you can keep me in check.”

Smiling back, I assured him I would. He then excused himself, heading back to campus and leaving me by the river, promising he’d be better when I saw him next.

I watched him leave, not moving quite yet. It amazed me how this had gone from being a general action that needed to be done, to being personal for so many people. Ian needed it to happen so he could make his own contribution. Xenia needed it so she could be herself. Kora needed it so she could live a normal life without having to keep secrets—though I wasn’t sure she realized that yet. Mikael needed it so he’d know no one else would have to go through what he went through. Caroline needed it because it was her goal. Jake needed it so he didn’t feel like it really was his fault. And I needed it because I’d know I didn’t relinquish my dreams in vain.

Two years was starting to look like the least of my worries.

Vampiric: Chapter Twelve, Part 2

“The property was engulfed in flame by the time I returned. At first I was stunned, not understanding what was happening. Then I rushed inside, searching for my sisters. Ashlyn and Avery were already…they were so still when I found them. From what I could tell, they had been restless and playing a game in the parlor. The door had been left barely open and my sisters had been pressed against it as if that is where they had fallen. I carried their asphyxiated corpses outside, unable to stand the thought of them burning. I ran back inside for my parents, finding them dead and bloodied, their skin already beginning to burn. The rancid smell was embedding itself into my skin and burning my nostrils, so I left, unable to do anything more.

“When I returned to where I had left my sisters, she sat there, waiting; my sisters were nowhere to be seen. She taunted me, saying I had brought this upon them. No one refused her, and that was why they had to be taken from me. Then she wrapped her arms around me, beginning her seductions anew. I tried to kill her, not fully understanding what or who she was, but knowing I wanted her dead;” his anger seeped into his words, his voice shaking again but from emotions far more sinister than pain. “Knowing she deserved to be dead.

“I was seized from behind by two of her boys, several more circling us. She traced a finger along my face, explaining how she loved my energy and was glad I had made it difficult for her. Then she bit me.

“When I woke a few days later, I found she had changed me, one of her boys explaining what that meant exactly. He said I was hers, and that meant she could use me however she wished; then he fed me my first meal. I was shocked when he threw the woman at me. She was bleeding from a cut in her neck and I realized how famished I was. That woman was not my last, but each that I fed on, I regretted later,” he said, though I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this. Knowing he had killed people…I understood it was his condition, but it can be difficult to see your hero as…flawed.

“Not long after my awakening, she called me to her; she promised if I behaved she would tell me what had happened to my sisters. Where they had been buried.” He shook his head, clutching my hand between both of his. I hadn’t realized how painful it was for him when I had asked before. Never in my dreams did I think it could be this horrible.

“Years passed in what seemed like days, and each time I would request that one bit of information I wanted, she refused me. She insisted I had failed to be attentive enough. I had yet to accomplish this for her, or that. Somehow, I had managed to displease her. And yet I had done everything she asked of me and more. I abandoned my humanity and buried my feelings of remorse after each hunt; I gave her no reason to despise me. Every time she denied me, though, I grew to loathe her more.”

Drei stopped talking and studied our hands, as though that image gave him strength. As though it reminded him I wasn’t her, and I wasn’t here to hurt him.

“You don’t have to tell me everything now,” I told him. His amethyst eyes held mine, a look of disbelief obvious, as though I was missing something. And I probably was. But how could he expect me to catch all the little things he wasn’t saying when I was worried about what telling me this was doing to him?

“You do not understand what is happening yet,” he whispered, glancing away again. After another moment of silence—in which I couldn’t help but wonder why he felt it had to be done now when we had eternity—he began again. “I overheard her speaking, one day, of how she would never tell me where they were. She treasured my company too much. At dusk, before the rest awoke for a night of ravaging, I killed all of them. Decapitating each one in their sleep, and setting the place ablaze.

“I wandered then, unable to die and unable to live; I avoided feeding until I absolutely had to, and could usually be found drunk and unmotivated, occasionally brawling with drunken humans. It seemed the worst existence to be stuck in…until someone came along and gave me a bit of hope.” A smile cracked his lips. “Gloria found me brawling with a human. She told me to stop searching and then walked away.”

“You followed her,” I said, sitting up. I wasn’t sure how long I could stay sitting up, considering I felt light-headed and ill after doing so. Drei perched on the edge of the mattress beside me, taking my hand in his again.

“Of course. Gloria is how I learned of elementals, clairvoyant vampires, and about the emptiness filling me. She told me not to give up on love because it had not given up on me. But for the meantime, I had to stop seeking it, else it would continue to elude me. It was not until speaking with her, I even realized love was for what I had been searching. The moment she said it, though, I knew it was true.

“After my conversation with her, I recalled the legend of the Lady of the Moon. She had always fascinated me, and I had studied her extensively throughout my living days. So I vowed to her, if she would bring me love someday, I would strive to deserve it.”

“Did you?” I asked, watching him carefully. He seemed so fragile as he spoke, I was terrified he would break and leave me alone in this place. As disappointed as I was that he was here to begin with, having him with me was better than being alone.

“I am not there yet,” he chided gently, squeezing my hand again, a smile barely visible on his lips. “Over the next few hundred years, between trying to locate my sisters while avoiding remembering my actions, bettering myself emotionally, and, in the past few decades, searching for and saving elementals, I began to find a balance in my life. The anger was still there, the first response to anything unpleasant, but it was no longer ruling alongside grief. Stoicism was my aim, and when I came across Valetta, she seemed at first to help that goal be attainable.

“For the longest time, I had thought she was the one I was to love. That was when I built my garden,” he said, holding my gaze again. “It was to help soothe unpleasantness and, in part, be a gift. Gloria stopped my thoughtlessness. She was not the one, nor had she ever been. She provided love, but I had none in return for her as much I longed to—which was a truth I could not deny. I valued Valetta, but I felt obligated to behave in ways to communicate love for her. Valetta did not handle the truth well. For many years, she was understandably upset;” he hung his head and furrowed his brow. “I did not mean to harm her emotions, but I could not allow us both to live untruthfully, and she did eventually forgive me, though, as you might know, her protectiveness is still fierce.”

“I definitely know,” I said, grinning sheepishly as I remembered how cold she had once been toward me. It seemed like forever since I had seen her, longer so since she had despised me.

“When Gloria first told me of you,” he continued, glancing at me again, “I had the most remarkable urge to bring you myself. We had never harbored an air elemental before, and I had thought that was why I was so eager. I had not meant to contact you before you had an inkling of the changes you would undergo, but seeing you struggle those nights to sleep, I could not help myself. You reminded me of my sisters in your restlessness. It was not until later I discovered how unlike them you were—are at times. How troubled and unhappy you were, yet stuck where you had no wish to be, even if you would not admit as much to yourself.

“Before I had reached this realization, your similarity to my sisters was unbearable. I had not meant to…but I found myself biting you.”

“So that was you.”

“You knew all the while,” he said, as though he might have raised an eyebrow at me had the situation been different. “I did not dare trust myself after that. If I lost myself in thinking of my sisters, I was sure to turn you, and that would be unacceptable. I knew that. Yet I could not help but return occasionally and watch your growth. You were never to know I was there, but I could not help but let myself be known when those men proved their intentions were dishonorable. Particularly towards you.”

I brushed a lock of hair from his pale face. “Thank you for that. You didn’t have to, but you saved me anyway.”

“But I did,” he said, shock lacing his voice. “I have already said you reminded me of my sisters, but I had come to realize you were different from them in so many ways. As you healed, I volunteered my stories, hoping they would help you. And as I did, I grew more protective of you, as I had been of my sisters, but…in a way that made little sense to me. It remained that way until it was far too late for me to alter the situation.”

“What do you mean?” I recalled his protectiveness, thinking of it then as unnecessary. Confusion kept clouding my thoughts and I didn’t see how this explained anything.

“I was—am in love with you. With the Council, the emotion is as punishable as the deed,” he said solemnly.

“Drei,” I said, smiling and trying to cheer him up. “We don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

Drei turned from me and his whole body seemed to sag under a new weight. “Abriel, we do.”

Vampiric: Chapter Seven, Part 8

Drei dropped his paper on the coffee table, turning his gaze to me. “How was your meeting today?”

I turned my head from where it rested on his shoulder to return his gaze. “Well, I’m her secretary now.”

“That is quite the promotion.”

“Yes, it is. Apparently, it means I’m privileged to more organizing information.”

Pressing his forehead to mine, he asked, “How do you want to celebrate your success?”

For a moment I didn’t say anything, loving the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. I tried to think of something he might enjoy as well, but all I could think about was kissing him. It was such a strong urge, I thought I understood how she must have felt before pushing her out of my thoughts.

“Kiss me,” I murmured. “Like you did a couple nights ago.”

A devilish grin spread across his lips and I realized he had been hoping I would demand as much. “I cannot recall how it went,” he teased.

“Well, this hand was here;” I placed his right hand on my back. “And this hand was here;” I set his other hand over my shoulder in my hair. “My hands were here, and—”

Our lips met, tender and lovingly. It seemed to infused with the adoration and amazement we shared for each other. I felt enveloped by him—protected, trusted, desired. In his arms, his lips to mine, the emotions washing over me were a reminder of how far I had come in the five years we had known each other, and how far we had come together. I would do anything in the world for Drei—including working with Caroline—if it meant these emotions would never fade.

Then there was music. Unexpected, but the soft piano tune fit the moment so perfectly, it took me a moment to realize it wasn’t supposed to be accompaniment; it was Caroline.

“What is it, Abriel?” Drei asked, sounding dazed.

I motioned to him to wait a moment as I flipped open the phone. “Yes?”

“I need to see you,” Caroline’s voice demanded. I was glad she was back to being bossy, despite how pleasant it had been to see a different side of her. “Where are you?”

“At home;” I started to regret agreeing to this, considering what it had interrupted.

“Your apartment, great. Ian will be there in a little bit. Wait outside.”

The line clicked dead before I could argue. I dropped the phone back into my new purse.

“What is it?” Drei appeared behind me, making me jump.

Turning around, I smiled, hoping it was convincing enough. “Caroline,” I said, though I knew that explained nothing at all. “Part of being secretary is when she calls, I go.”

“I see…” His disappointment was far too apparent, considering he usually didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. It was tearing me apart to leave him; I didn’t want to, but he’d told me to go back to working for her, and that’s what I’d done. We would have to take whatever came because of it.

“I wish I could stay—”

“Then stay,” he said, following me to the door. There was an edge to his voice that I hadn’t heard him use towards me in a long while.

I stopped, midway slipping on my flats, and faced him. “I can’t.” I managed to say though the words felt like bricks on my tongue. Why couldn’t he understand? I needed him to understand, to make this easier.

“Then leave already.”

I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

Drei turned away from me, sulking back to the couch. I hated more than anything to leave him like this, but what choice did I have? If I didn’t leave, I was pretty sure that meant I was fired. Without waiting for him to act his usual self and say something to make everything all right—for the time being, at least—I left the apartment, stepping outside just in time to see Ian pull up to the curb.

“Interrupt anything?” he asked, speeding down the half-empty street.

I thought about lying and saying nothing, but I found myself saying, “Yes,” a little more bitterly than I had intended.

He chuckled at me, saying, “You’ll get used to it.”

Even though he’d been doing this a lot longer and ought to know, I doubted him. I couldn’t see how I could ever be accustomed to leaving Drei the way I had. It didn’t seem like a good habit to develop.

Elemental: Chapter Twelve, Part 4

We sat on the couch, the fire dancing until it died down, diminishing into a pale spiral of smoke. Drei held me, my arms wrapped around his waist, and we didn’t need to say anything. Words would have ruined the understanding existing between us.

As the sky outside lightened—a misty gray with hints of indigo—Drei sat a small box on my knee.

“It was intended for Christmas,” he explained softly. “I was uncertain how Nick would have reacted.”

“Thank you,” I said, remembering how I had been grateful when no second mystery gift appeared while Nick still questioned everything.

“I believe it is more fitting as a birthday gift. It is Valentine’s Day.”

It hadn’t occurred to me my birthday was here. The last weeks had been such a whirlwind of information, travel, and emotions, I had lost track of the days except in reference to each other. But if he said it was Valentine’s Day, I was probably the worst person to contradict him.

Opening the box, I found a golden centipede bracelet with chalcedony insets, a match to the angel necklace he had gifted me before.

“Drei,” I gasped, facing him and his contented smile. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It is no match for you,” Drei said softly. He kissed my forehead. “You have grown beautifully this past year.”

“You aren’t just saying that because I finally realized I had what I wanted in front of me all along?” I asked, slightly concerned my words weren’t as specific as I had intended.

He laughed. “The end is not something to judge growth on,” he reasoned. “It is the journey you examine to find the character revealed. Your character is bright and heartwarming.”

“Now you’re just flattering me,” I said. He meant every word though I couldn’t fathom how considering the messes I’d made.

Drei stood, gently pulling me to my feet, smoothing my hair back. His slightly warm hand rested a breath longer on my neck than necessary—not that I was complaining. “You need sleep,” he said before removing his hand. “Valetta and Mitchell have planned a special party for you; do not tell them I spoiled the surprise.”

“Drei,” I joked, lightly hitting him.

The space between us was so awkward in the silence that followed, it was hard to believe we had ever been apart. Being close to him felt natural. From the happiness and longing radiating about him, I knew he felt the same.

“I’d better get some sleep,” I said, moving to leave, only to be stopped as he enveloped me in his arms again.

I didn’t want him to let go; I didn’t want myself to let go. But the door opened behind us and we sprang apart, worried at being caught so soon in our revelation.

It was only Mitchell. If he could have blushed, I imagined he would have; he quickly turned his back to us as though knowing he had interrupted something important. Drei sneaked a kiss to my cheek, then whispered to have sweet dreams. I didn’t need to admit they would be sweet without the worry of destroying an existing relationship. They would be sweet because I wouldn’t wake up feeling guilty.

As I shrugged into my coat, Mitchell smiled approvingly, saying, “It took you long enough.”

“But I got there,” I replied, pleased when he nodded, smirking.

“You are learning…and on your own.”

I felt like I was walking on air—which may not have been an exaggeration. It had all fallen into place after all. I still had questions, but there was time. And with Drei’s love in my heart, I felt like there was nothing—not even the unknown challenges ahead—I couldn’t face.

End Book One

Elemental: Chapter Eleven, Part 7

Drei woke me before we left, leading me back through the trees to where the rest were just beginning to stir. I felt guilty; I hadn’t meant to sleep up there. Then again, it hadn’t really been my choice, either.

Valetta and I spoke again that night. She didn’t ask what Drei and I had discussed; she knew already—or at least, that was impression I received from her. I was glad our relationship hadn’t been ruined, and chided myself for not asking about the moon and promises—specifically, Drei’s promise.

A few days later, as the camp tumbled into dreamland, Valetta asked, “Why do you deny yourself?”

I was more than slightly confused, unsure what I had been denying myself. From my standpoint, I had been rather greedy, considering for what I was responsible. “What do you mean?”

“Drei,” she said simply; the word was heavy and her voice was laced with anguish. I hated it was evident enough even she knew. It shouldn’t have been; I should have been able to hide it better.

“He has you,” I said, shrugging, vainly hoping she’d let the topic go.

Valetta laughed, a surprisingly flighty sound. “He has not wanted me for a long time.”

My mouth fell open at this news and I was utterly lost for understanding. “But you know each other so well, and do everything together. You’re his right hand, always catching what he misses. You two—”

“—have never been together,” she insisted quietly; though her voice revealed how hurtful this truth was, I couldn’t believe it. Not after having convinced myself so thoroughly they were perfect for each other; they deserved each other.

“That’s not—not—” I floundered, unsure how to finish, or even really begin.

“He wanted me with him when he began this project, but we have never been together—not for lack of trying on my part, either. I love Drei,” she confessed solemnly, her dark eyes boring into mine. “Drei has never loved me; he has been holding out for someone else. Someone more akin to him, or possibly less. He has never told me.”

“What about our friendship?” I asked, worried. Her companionship meant so much to me. Just because she deemed it okay didn’t mean she’d still talk to me afterwards. I’d seen enough friendships ruined over relationships in high school to last me.

“Abriel,” she said sternly. “He loves you, and it seems you are the sole person yet to notice it.” Tears welled in her dark eyes; she closed them, inhaling to collect herself. “Our friendship will persevere. But you are an air elemental…who knows how long you will have with him.”

“But—”

“If I have to say it once more, and end up in a mess of tears, you will see our friendship jeopardized.”

“How do I approach him?”

She shook her head, a tear falling onto her pale hand. “You will know,” she softly said. “It is part of who you are to know when the time is right…and everything should be natural. If it does not come naturally to you…maybe he was wrong about you after all.”

Elemental: Chapter Eight, Part 2

I jumped away from Nick, instantly recognizing the voice. I could have sworn my heart stopped two beats too long. Moving was probably my greatest mistake; Drei went straight for Nick.

“You have no right to be here,” Drei said, his voice deep and sending tremors through my skin.

Nick was shaking, but his jaw was set in defiance. “I have just as much right to be here as you do;” he held Drei’s harsh gaze steadily.

“Not with her;” Drei’s hand jerked in my direction.

“She likes to be here with me.” Nick stood, falling just short of Drei’s height. I felt horrible he was in such a position, but even worse they were fighting. My two favorite people in the world—so similar, and so different—were fighting because of me. “Which makes sense since I don’t go around bullying everyone and scaring the kids shitless,” Nick continued, his green eyes seeming to darken.

“I at least know better than to take advantage of a girl,” Drei growled. “You have no idea what she has been through. You are both poor judges of what is right for her.”

My sense of injustice had stirred and overcome my fear of Drei’s anger; Nick wasn’t some mindless hooligan. But Nick jumped in before I could.

“From the sound of it, you don’t know her at all.”

“I know her better than you,” Drei countered; something in the way he held himself changed, as though he became taller and more hunched; he emitted a threatening hiss, advancing on Nick. I didn’t know what to do, let alone how to help; I couldn’t even comprehend what was happening.

Nick backed away from Drei, his eyes wide in horror. When they had circled around, Nick took off running just as Drei lunged for him. The leaves and flowers jostled noisily in their sleep, protesting at being disturbed in such a manner.

Seeing Nick chased off like a lout awoke such a vivid passion I couldn’t see for a moment. Whatever was happening, it wasn't right.

“What was that?” I demanded, standing and rising to my full five feet six inches.

“It is for your own protection,” he whispered, turning quickly away from me.

“Don’t you dare;” I spun him around, adrenaline pumping through my veins so quickly I feared if I stopped I’d fall down. “Why don’t you want me to be happy?”

“You do not know what will make you happy. As I said, you are not capable of judging such things currently.”

“You don’t know that!” The night replayed in my mind from the peaceful chatter to the abrupt interruption and ensuing madness.

“What would make you happy, Abriel?” he asked, quickly adding, “Besides Nick.”

For a moment I wanted to say Drei, but immediately felt guilty. Valetta had been kind to me the last month or so; she was really making an effort to be friendly. She knew about Nick, though I never admitted anything; and I knew about Drei, though she kept equally quiet.

Being forced to think allowed the anger to blow over. I felt exhausted and weak in the knees, but he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of my needing him now.

“You should just be happy for me,” I said softly, feeling tears close at hand. “Nothing I do will ever be enough to repay you for what you've done for me, but that doesn't give you the right to make my decisions. I will not give him up just because you don’t like him.”

Drei stiffened and in the next instant his face contorted, amplifying every crease in his frowning visage as he loomed over me, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “You will not see him,” he seethed, but I wasn’t afraid after the initial shock of the change; I had almost forgotten he was a vampire, but now the truth was before me and I couldn’t imagine ever choosing him over Nick; Nick wouldn’t try scaring me into submission, let alone threaten me.

“If you want me to be happy,” I stated calmly, turning away from him, “leave me alone.”

I felt the air thicken in his disappointment, whether it was directed at himself or me, I couldn’t be sure, but I wasn’t sticking around to find out.

Elemental: Chapter Eight, Part 1

Chapter Eight: Waiting for Peace

The garden was our date locale most nights. During the day, we’d sit together talking about random things or join in the games. The children accepted Nick because I did, but they were wary of him, as if his skin or breath were poisonous. I had asked why, one day, and they all pretended to know nothing about it.

Some nights we sat and shared the past, his arms curled around me to protect from the cool weather. Other nights, our chatter was dispersed between kisses and laughter over funny faces and even more amusing jokes. I didn’t know what you could call what we had. For me, I wasn’t sure if I would call it love; but it was such an extreme affection, I knew he wasn’t just a friend I regularly kissed. Nick never said what it was for him; the look in his eyes before he kissed me, the crooked curve of his lips when we were together during the day, or the way he’d hold my hand said it all.

I warred with myself whether it was fair to Nick that I didn’t know how I felt about him. When I was with him, none of it seemed to matter. Perhaps it was my power or some other force I wasn’t aware of that caused me to feel as though he was part of me, and I was part of him. That every time our lips touched or his hand slipped into mine, we were melding together.

The month passed as such—a not-so-secret relationship and a series of private meetings. When Drei happened to be around while we were playing games, I couldn’t help but notice he always glared at Nick. I had a sinking feeling that the thought of us together was more dangerous than bounty hunters. At least in the case of Drei. Perhaps that had some impact on my uncertainty.

One night, I sat in Nick’s embrace, my arms crossed loosely and resting lightly on his. My head lay on his shoulder, my eyes closed as he spoke to me. Not because I was tired, but just because his voice had a different quality that way.

“One day, Kit was running around with Kate’s doll, her favorite one,” he started, his voice excited as he launched into the tale. “Kit insisted it was hers and she should be able to play with it and the white jeep Mom had bought her for Christmas. Of course, Kate was crying when she came to me; our parents were at some company party my dad had to attend. When I yelled for Kit to bring the doll with her, she showed up sniveling and saying she was sorry. They were in preschool and I guess they hadn’t learned about sharing yet. She kept muttering apologies; Kate only plugged her ears and started yelling that she’d never forgive her again.”

“Oh dear. What did you do?” I had a feeling I knew what he would say already. It was really similar to another story I’d heard before.

“We sat down together, Kit still crying a little because she had been found out, Kate still stubbornly pouting, the picturesque victim. I asked Kate why she wouldn’t accept the apology, and she insisted that it wasn’t sincere. So Kit started crying full out again until I stopped her and told her Kate didn’t mean it. Kate complained I was lying, but I asked if she loved Kit, and she stopped. Then she apologized for being stubborn and mean. Kit hugged Kate, telling her she was sorry.

“That night when my parents returned, they found I’d been cornered into playing dolls with them to keep the peace—which unfortunately also involved playing dress up,” he finished, a blush in his voice as I laughed. “It never happened again. Dressing up, that is.”

“It’s still funny,” I insisted, turning to look at him, less mystified by his ending.

He smiled down at me, that special curve to his lips; “Have I told you you’re beautiful?”

“Never.” I smiled and waited for what came next.

“Well you are,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me.

“What are you doing here?” a vicious voice snarled from a few feet away.

Elemental: Chapter Seven, Part 5

I had left after the other lights flickered out in the cabins, not wanting to explain what I was doing or why. That’s spontaneity for you, never a rhyme or reason, but it always feels so right in the moment. It was the moment after the action you had to watch out for.

Nick called out when he arrived in the chaotically tranquil garden. I sat up from the patch of grass where I had been stargazing, supposing he had waited for Mikael to fall asleep before chancing to leave.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, lying beside me.

“Aren’t the stars beautiful?” The black and white of the sky was bordered by curious leaves; they were either questioning what was going to happen, or what the heavens looked like close up. I doubted it would look more lovely than it did now.

“My dad used to teach me to read constellations, but I never really took an interest.” He shrugged beside me, his arm brushing against mine, surprisingly warm. Or perhaps I just hadn’t realized how chilly it was.

“My dad and I never did anything over our last several years together; he was busy working and staying away from my mother.”

“What are you thinking about?” Nick inquired, shifting to his side, rushing past my sorry statement. He didn’t change the subject in a way that suggested he was disinterested, but in a way so as to lighten the mood. The jade eyes burned into me and I again felt he could see past the skin and bones to something more. It frightened me. Mostly because I couldn’t be sure what he saw.

“Everything,” I said instead of talking about how much this smell reminded me of Drei and all the circumstances in which I’d inhaled it. “Anything.” I avoided admitting I missed Drei, even if I was the one pushing him away. “And nothing.” I shoved away the confession that, as much as I liked him, I wished he was Drei.

“That’s quite a boat load,” he replied.

I didn’t say anything, just rolled onto my side to face him, going over again how he was different from Drei, and what it was about Nick I liked. What it was that made him mysterious and easygoing.

“You’re beautiful,” Nick said, his shaggy hair pushed up by his palm.

Before I could think of a response, his lips were on mine and I felt alive. Not like breathing alive. I was fully aware of everything around us: the whistling breeze, the flowers sighing in sleep, the stars twinkling in an undecipherable code…everything.

My heart raced and my brain tried to find something to ground me. I pushed him away, just so our noses barely touched.

“This isn’t going anywhere,” I warned, praying he’d understand what my lack of words seemed to say in my own mind.

“I wouldn’t dream of taking it anywhere,” he whispered before his lips found mine, and the breathless feeling of life—real life—filled me again.

In that moment, I forgot about my feelings for Drei. All thoughts ceased to pass through my mind except for one: now I knew what the leaves had been waiting for.