Under the Never Sky: The Complete Series Collection

by Rossi, Veronica

  Gren jogs up beside me, so silent he’s almost at my side before I notice him. His ruddy, wavy hair looks like hammered copper in the dimness. He is the biggest joker of the Six. When there’s mischief happening, he’s usually at the helm, so I’m almost smiling before he speaks.

  “Something came up on the afternoon patrol. Intruders were spotted.”

  A little surge of adrenaline shoots through me. I stop. “Intruders?”

  Gren’s mouth is set in a grim line. He nods. “A small group of people. Well inside the northeast border.”

  “Who? How many?”

  “Don’t know for sure. Maybe three or four. Morgan and Pierce were out there. They didn’t get a good look.”

  Morgan and Pierce aren’t Seers. Their vision is half as powerful as mine. I would have seen everything. I should have been there this afternoon instead of serving water to Moles.

  When we moved to this cave, we gave up the Tide compound, but this is still our territory. We still protect our land. We have to defend our food and our shelter; we can’t afford to lose either. Gren’s news could mean real trouble. Strangers on Tide land could mean a raid.

  “Does Perry know?” I ask.

  “Reef’s telling him now. We’re going out for a closer look tonight. You free?”

  There’s a big part of me that wants nothing more than to curl up next to my sister and fall asleep. But I’m a Tider. This tribe is my family, and I’ll do anything to protect it. “Give me a little time to see Clara, but I’ll be there.”

  Gren smiles. “Great.” He walks away, then pauses and turns back. “I told you we needed you.”

  Slipping through the heavy canvas flaps of our family’s tent, I find my mother and sister sitting on bed pads on the floor. Mother is brushing Clara’s hair, and they’re both facing me, their faces glowing with light from the lamp that rests on the small crate beside them.

  Though they look alike, like mother and daughter, like me, with large blue Seer’s eyes and heart-shaped faces, their expressions couldn’t be more different.

  My mother is smiling. She was talking, as she pulled the brush through Clara’s long hair, until I entered. Now her hand has stilled, and her excited, joyful face is lifted to me.

  For the past year, I listened to her cry every night. I wondered if she’d ever be happy again. I wondered if she’d ever stop.

  I won’t be here tonight, but I know she won’t cry.

  Her daughter is back. Her little girl. Her sunbeam, as she calls Clara.

  And Clara is a sunbeam. Bright and golden and cheerful. The child whose shrieks of laughter could always be heard in the compound. The one who always ran from one place to another, never walking. Never doing anything without an extra kick of energy.

  The girl whose hair is being combed doesn’t look golden or cheerful anymore.

  Clara’s face still has baby-fat roundness, but her blue eyes are serious, adult eyes. I glimpse the fearful, lost look in them just before she covers up with a smile.

  “Hi, Brookie,” she says, a sunbeam again. So bright she is blinding. So bright you can’t even see her.

  I cross to my mother and plant a kiss on top of her head.

  She laughs. “What’s that for?”

  I don’t hand out affection easily. “Just because.” Because I want to keep you happy.

  I hold out my hand. “Can I take over?”

  “Sure.” My mother gives me the brush and scoots away. “I’m going to get us some water and a few more blankets. It’s going to be cooler tonight.”

  It’s not. The temperature in here doesn’t fluctuate. It’s always uncomfortably cool. But I know she wants everything to be perfect for Clara’s first night back.

  Mother pauses at the tent flap, looking from me to Clara. The love in her eyes is so strong it feels like an embrace. “My beautiful girls,” she says, and then slips out.

  I sit behind Clara and pull the brush through her hair, letting the silence settle. People are bedding down in the tents around us. With each drag of the bristles through my sister’s butter-blond hair, the sounds of footsteps and voices grow quieter.

  “Do you miss Liv?” Clara asks. Her voice is so soft I almost can’t hear her.

  I don’t know how she learned about Liv. From Talon? From Mother? And what else does she know that will surprise me? Once, I could anticipate everything Clara said and did. A year apart has changed that.

  “Yes. I do miss her,” I answer.

  “But are you going to be all right? Without her, I mean?”

  My eyes well up. Clara is the only one who has asked me that. Everyone else is too worried about the Aether, or about the Dwellers, or about Cinder and Roar. “You’re back, Clara. So, yes. I will be.”

  “I should be too. Because I’m back.”

  I set the brush down on my lap. What she isn’t saying is much louder than what she is saying. I can’t pretend I don’t know what she means. “But you aren’t, are you?”

  Clara shakes her head.

  A lump rises in my throat. “Why, sweetie?”

  Her narrow little shoulders shrug. It was a stupid question anyway.

  Clara wasn’t harmed in Reverie. The Dwellers treated her well enough, it seems. But she was taken away from us for a year and made into a test subject. Now we’ve gotten her back, but the world is burning, the sky is one great blanket of Aether, and we’re living in a rotten, dark, horrible cave.

  Clara isn’t the only one who has changed in the past year. The Tides have. Everything has.

  She has every reason in the world to be scared and lost.

  “Have you told Mom?” I whisper.

  Clara shakes her head violently, and I know we’re thinking the same way. The least she can do—the least either of us can do—is spare our parents any more pain. They have suffered enough.

  It’s the same reason I haven’t told my mother how I hurt over losing Liv. How I ache whenever I see Perry. How I even miss stupid, irresistible Roar, who should be here. Roar is exasperating, but at least he’d understand what I’m going through. But he’s not here.

  My closest friend is dead. Roar is away. Perry has chosen another. There are no other options for me. I can’t turn to anyone else.

  We are all hurting and missing people. Everyone is scared, so you can’t talk about your worries because worries are everywhere. When everyone you know is on the verge of drowning, you don’t stop to tell the person next to you that you don’t like swimming.

  You just don’t.

  I set the brush aside and wrap my arms around Clara. She is bigger than I remember, but she still feels so small. I pull her close and she curls against me, turning so I can see her face. Clara’s wide eyes look up at me. Beautiful Seer eyes. I know what she’s feeling. She’s lost, but I’ll help her. I’ll be anything she needs me to be.

  “It’ll be fine, Clara. You’re here. We’re together. I promise nothing will ever happen to you again.”

  That seems to calm her, so I keep saying it. Over and over. Gradually, I feel some of the tension seep out of her rigid little back, and she relaxes, her weight settling more fully on me.

  I press my nose to her forehead and breathe in her sweet smell. I haven’t seen a strawberry in weeks, but somehow my sister smells of them. It’s her natural fragrance; even Perry and Liv always said so.

  She is a sunbeam that smells of strawberries. Everything to me.

  I kiss her head and hold her tighter. “I missed you so much.”

  Clara doesn’t reply. She has already fallen asleep.

  I hold her for a while longer, feeling grateful. So grateful she is here. And then, like a landslide that begins with a small pebble, my mind turns to Perry, and then to Liv, and then to Roar, and finally to how the four of us used to be.

  I used to feel so carefree and alive when we were together. Lighter than air. Now when I think of them, I feel only the heavy, hot coals in my stomach.

  I have to change this. I can’t do anything about Liv or Roa
r, but I have to let go of Perry. I don’t want him to take up space in my mind any longer. I need to be strong so I can help Clara.

  I decide right then: I’ll do whatever it takes to put Peregrine behind me.

  I am moving on.

  Starting now.

  3

  When my mother returns, I help her tuck Clara in. Then I tell her I’m going out on night watch.

  She understands. She doesn’t ask questions like my father would if he were here. Father would insist on coming with me. He was a great warrior once, but now he’s older, and I’m faster and sharper without him. I grab my bow and quiver, kiss Clara and Mom good-bye, and jog out to the main cavern before he arrives.

  Most everyone has gone to the tents to sleep. Only a few lamps still burn around the perimeter of the platform, illuminating a dozen stray people. I spot a tall figure holding a bow, and my heartbeat stutters. Then he rises to his feet, and I see that it’s just Hyde.

  He joins me, flicking the blond fringe out of his eyes. “You’re with me tonight. The others headed out ten minutes ago.”

  Hyde is the middle brother of the Seers. I rarely see him without Hayden or Straggler. “You were left behind by Straggler?” I ask.

  Hyde smiles. “It happens.” He shifts the bow and quiver on his shoulder. “Ready?”

  “Yes, Hyde. I am ready.”

  Since I made my decision about Perry, I’m feeling much more optimistic. I am finished with grief and rejection. Tonight I’m not just driving away intruders from Tide territory. I’m driving away unwelcome, unhealthy, unhappy thoughts. I’m reclaiming the territory of my mind and heart.

  We leave the cave, trading the smell of sage and standing water for the outside smells: burning forest mixed with fresh ocean scent, and that peculiar prickle of the Aether, which isn’t a scent so much as a creeping, crawling sensation over your skin.

  It’s much brighter outside, thanks to the Aether churning in glowing blue eddies above us. That sight used to send us running for the shelter of our homes. Now we are accustomed to it. Now we live in a cave.

  “Fierce,” Hyde says, his eyes on the sky.

  “I’ll protect you.”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe that.”

  His tone is light, but I know he means it. I might not be six and a half feet tall or weigh two hundred pounds, but I fight as well as any of the Six.

  We cross the small strip of sand to the switchback path that climbs to the bluff above.

  Hyde’s bow bounces gently on his wide back as he walks. It’s a beautiful bow, fashioned from a slender, straw-colored piece of yew. It matches Hyde. His build and his hair. An expert bow for an expert archer.

  Hyde is one of the best, like me. I smile to myself.

  My plan is working. Already Perry’s words don’t hurt as much.

  We crest the bluff and head due east, following the route Reef described to Hyde earlier. Then we walk an hour and a half until we reach the top of the gentle slope, which affords a clear view of the easternmost border of Tide land.

  This area is one of the few places in our territory that hasn’t succumbed to fires from Aether storms, and the oak trees along this ridge are majestic and ancient. Hyde and I settle on a fallen branch that’s as large as an ordinary tree.

  We can see miles away—toward our eastern border. If there are intruders crossing into Tide land, we’ll spot them from here. Now there’s nothing left to do except that all-important job of being a sentry—waiting.

  Before us, the valley slopes down to a grass clearing woven through by a line of trees that follow a dry creek bed.

  My eyes wander to the largest tree.

  The first time with Perry was there.

  That night comes back to me with perfect clarity, and my face warms as I remember how he looked and how I felt. How we were both trembling and trying not to laugh in our fumbling, breathless eagerness.

  Then my memories sink deeper, and I am with Liv earlier that night. She’d pulled me behind the cookhouse after supper.

  “I love him,” she said. “I’m ready. Roar and I are ready.”

  That was the moment I decided Perry and I were ready too.

  “Brooke, you two don’t have to just because we are,” Liv said.

  “I love him too,” I told her.

  Liv just stared at me, and I remember thinking, She knows. She knows Perry doesn’t love me. She would scent it, as a Scire. Know it, as his sister.

  It was the kind of thought that flew like a sparrow through my mind. There and gone. I didn’t want to trap it and examine it then. Perry and I were happy. We had fun together. And I wanted to believe that fun would lead to better things. Deeper feelings between us.

  So I hoped.

  It’s strange now to think the four of us lost our virginity on the same night. It’s the sort of thing that would reinforce the Dwellers’ view of us as savages, if they knew. But I wouldn’t have had the courage any other way. I knew Perry would never hurt me. Even if he didn’t love me the way I loved him, he cared for me.

  And I wanted to keep us all together, our paths heading in the same direction. My world was perfect when I was with Roar, Liv, and Perry. All I ever wanted was for us to stay the way we were.

  “I’m sorry about what happened.”

  Hyde’s voice pulls me from my memories, thankfully. I’m doing a rotten job at moving forward.

  “With Liv,” he elaborates. He turns toward me slightly. His legs seem so much longer than mine. Like they go on forever. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  I guess I was wrong about no one caring how I feel about Liv. “Thanks . . . It feels like I lost her a long time ago, though.”

  “When she left for Rim?”

  “Yeah.” In a way, I’ve been grieving for Liv since she left to marry Sable, the northern Blood Lord she was betrothed to. The day she walked out of the Tide compound, I knew I’d probably never see her again. The difference is that now I’m sure of it.

  A lump rises in my throat. I shouldn’t say anything more. But the way Hyde is watching me, like he really wants to know, to listen to me, makes me feel safe.

  “We did everything together. Me and Perry and Roar and Liv. The cave? We used to sneak out of the compound and go there, the four of us. Just to get away from the tribe and be alone.”

  “I heard that,” Hyde says.

  I stare at him, questions flitting through my mind. What exactly did he hear? From who?

  “Reef mentioned something about it once,” he rushes to say.

  It’s a poor cover-up. Reef is the last person in the world who would discuss something so trivial. Hyde just doesn’t want me to feel gossiped about, but I don’t really care. People gossip. I’m guilty of it too. But unlike Hyde, I never pass up a good teasing opportunity when I see one.

  “Reef was telling stories about the adventures Liv, Perry, Roar, and I had in the cave?”

  “Maybe it was Gren or Hayden.”

  “Or Twig or Straggler?”

  “Er . . . yeah.” Hyde grins sheepishly, knowing I’ve caught him. “One of those.”

  He has a softer-looking face than Perry, I notice. His nose and jaw are more sweeping than starkly cut. Kindness rests easily in his eyes.

  “It was a long time ago,” I say lightly. Only six months, actually, but I don’t want to look like I’m stuck in the past. “We used to think it was the greatest place. Well, Roar, Liv, and I did. Perry never liked it much. But Liv and I . . . we felt like it was a whole new world that we’d discovered. We used to see it as someplace magical.” I laugh a little, picturing the dark hovel we just left behind. “I can’t believe we used to think that.”

  Hyde scratches the scruff on his chin. “I can.”

  “You can believe it?”

  He lifts his shoulders. “Sure.”

  “No, you can’t.”

  Hyde laughs. “I really can. Isn’t that what magic is? Something you see when you shouldn’t?”

  “If that�
��s your definition of magic, then it’s everywhere.” I wave at the sky, which shouldn’t be the way it is either. “Even up there.”

  Hyde looks up, his expression turning pensive as he considers the Aether.

  “You’re kidding, right?” I say, watching him. “You can’t really think there’s magic in the Aether?” I just see destruction.

  “What if it’s not what you see, but how you see it? What if the magic is in your perspective?” He gestures to the plateau that spreads in front of us. “What if real magic is about having the right outlook? The right view on life?”

  I feel like he’s just become someone different before my eyes. Someone poetic. Someone intriguing. All I can do is stare at him.

  After a moment, he looks away.

  “Why did you do that?” I ask.

  “Do what?”

  “Turn away from me.”

  “I was regretting what I said.”

  “Why?” What he just said was beautiful. I can’t believe he regrets it. “What do you have to lose if you say what you want to say?”

  Hyde is suddenly fascinated with pulling a bit of leather from the frame of his quiver.

  “Hyde?” I prompt.

  “I don’t know how to act around you sometimes,” he says, winding the leather around his finger.

  “Sometimes?”

  “Alone,” he says. “When we’re alone.”

  “I intimidate you?”

  He lifts his head. “Completely.” His eyes hold steady on my face. “I don’t want to ruin my chance to know you, Brooke. That’s why. I don’t want to ruin it by saying the wrong things.”

  My stomach does a somersault.

  Up until this second everything felt normal. We were just two sentries, passing the time with conversation. But now he is no longer just Hyde. He is Hyde, who says he wants to know me, which feels so much more profound than to get to know me. Hyde, who asks me how I’m doing without Liv and talks about magic like it’s in your eyes, not in the world.

  I search for it now. I search for magic in his blue eyes.

  I don’t see it, but what I do see is just as surprising.