The Complete Midnight Fire Series

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by Kaitlyn Davis


  Kira stopped breathing so she could listen closer. This wasn’t about her at all. Maybe he would have even let her drown.

  "Good thinking," Jerome praised him.

  What was she to them? She would never let herself be used by anybody, ever. The fact that they thought she would was more proof that they were the ignorant ones—not her.

  "I don’t think it’s as simple as you make it sound, Tristan." Diana spit out the words, and then put her hand on Tristan's, making him meet her gaze. "I see the way you’ve looked at her. The way you held her when she woke."

  "Don’t be absurd." Tristan looked back down, brows knotting, unable to hold Diana's gaze for too long. She threw his hand away from hers and off the board, so he couldn’t hide behind it.

  "Jealously doesn’t become you," Jerome said to Diana.

  "We’ll see," was all she replied.

  Kira didn’t want to trust her ears. Tristan's concern had seemed so real on the beach. But, maybe Diana was right. Maybe he was helping just because he wanted to protect her. Maybe there were things he didn’t want his friends to know. Maybe—Kira started but then her tippy-toe balance failed her and she knocked the shelf, letting a few soccer balls fly off and bounce down the aisle.

  Crap, she thought and ran to another aisle to escape before they caught her. Kira heard one of them say to separate and check on who was listening, so she dove into the best hiding spot she could find—a tent that had been set up in the camping section. She zipped it halfway, to prevent from being too obvious, and hid behind the closed part of the flap.

  Kira barely breathed for ten minutes until she saw the misfits walk past her tent with a surfboard and head for the cash register. After they left, she slowly emerged from the tent and calmly walked out the door.

  "Miss, miss!" She turned to see an employee from the sporting store running after her. "I’m supposed to give you this." He handed her a small piece of paper and turned back toward his store. Kira stared at the folded note, unsure of whether to open it or let it fly away in the wind.

  "Hi, Kira. Nice hiding spot. Tristan."

  A shiver ran down her spine, of fear or of excitement, she didn’t know. But she did know one thing—he didn’t rat her out to his friends or they would’ve confronted her, which meant Tristan was keeping secrets.

  The question was really how many and from whom?

  Chapter Four

  For the next three weeks, Kira ignored Tristan. At school, she built her friendships with Luke, Miles, Dave, and Emma. At home, she played with her sister and practiced for culinary school. She was determined not to think of him and the drama he would bring into her life. Instead, Kira focused on all of the people and things she did have and let that little part in the back of her head that longed for him get quieter and quieter. But she couldn’t completely erase the nagging wish that he would be the one to break the silence and approach her.

  On the first Saturday of October, Kira decided it was finally time to start working on her term paper about Charleston’s role in the War of Northern Aggression, more commonly referred to by the rest of the world as the American Civil War. Her history teacher had assigned the entire class a research paper due before Christmas about Charleston’s local history and involvement in the war. The open-ended question was to be interpreted in any form she wanted, and Kira thought it was more than annoying that most of the students had a lifetime of knowledge about the city compared to her meager month and summers spent mostly at the beach. Today would be her day to wander around and explore until something interesting caught her eye.

  Battery Park was the first stop. Kira figured she would start from the southernmost tip of Charleston and move north. As she walked along the wharf that ran parallel to the park, Kira noticed that the Civil War monuments still stood but their meaning had been left behind. Statues had been erected to honor past heroes of the South and cannons were placed facing the open water as if still waiting for an attack to defend against. However, the mounds of cannon balls were now a play place for children pretending to be soldiers, and the statues were a challenge to little adventurers hoping to climb something more than a tree. The North had long since moved past the Civil War, but even in Charleston, a city engrossed in its own history, the past was beginning to be left behind.

  Kira leaned against the metal fence, facing the sea. In the distance, almost like a mirage, stood Fort Sumter, the ultimate spot of Charleston’s Civil War history. It seemed hard to believe that such a small island fortress had been such a huge stronghold and spot of aggression. But she knew it was too easy of a pick for her paper and figured almost everyone in her class would be writing about it.

  Kira turned back toward Battery Park just as a modern day horse and carriage rode past her. She tried to picture two women with hoop skirts and floppy hats riding around, probably pulled by a slave, and envisioned men wandering around in uniforms with muskets to patrol the streets against a potential Northern invasion. She imagined a way of life come crumbling down, imagined the mansions in front of her exploding with cannon fire, and all the beautiful trees around her lighting up in flames.

  For a moment, she saw all of that, until someone's breath tickled her neck and a whisper made its way to her ear.

  "Lost in thought?" Tristan’s deep voice sent a shiver down her spine, and a secret smile played upon her lips—he was officially the one who broke the silence. Since she had tested her own willpower and won, Kira decided it was perfectly fine to talk to him now.

  "I was until you so rudely interrupted," she said playfully while turning her body to face his. Kira took note of his dark-washed jeans and how they completely opposed her own white tank top and flower-covered skirt.

  Tristan shrugged and said, "Since I’ve already annoyed you, I guess there’s no real reason to stop." She couldn’t help but laugh, and he smiled in return. "What were you thinking about?" He leaned back against the rail, so his arm lightly brushed against hers.

  "Hoop skirts and muskets," she blurted out.

  "What?" He lifted one corner of his mouth and furrowed his eyebrows in a half-question, half-laugh.

  "Oh, sorry, my Civil War paper." Kira frowned and looked beyond Tristan at Battery Park. "I see all of the history here, but I can’t seem to find a topic that really stands out to me."

  "Come on." He put an arm around her shoulders and guided her toward a cannon across the street. "Who better to show you around than a Charleston native?"

  After not speaking for three weeks, Kira had never expected to have Tristan as her own personal tour guide, but it was perfect. He seemed to know everything about the city, and spending the afternoon with him was exactly what she needed to get the paper done. It also happened to be exactly what she wanted in her heart.

  Tristan led her around Battery Park first, pointing out a huge mansion that was a wedding gift from a father to a daughter after the war, and another beautiful town home that still had a piece of shrapnel lodged in the roof from a Northern attack. He explained that Battery Park had been Charleston’s first line of defense against any ships that made it past Fort Sumter and had not always been so picturesque. They kept walking as Tristan pointed out famous cemeteries where Confederate soldiers were buried and tons of buildings that had been preserved during the war that were truly from historic Charleston. They walked to the old slave market, which was now a flea market where local artisans could sell their goods. He showed her where the slaves had been kept, how they were sold, and where they were eventually set free. He painted the picture of a graceful city with an ugly undercurrent of racism that still needed to be weeded out.

  "How do you know all of this?" She questioned him after two hours.

  "You pick up a lot when you live here." He shrugged. "Charlestonians are very proud of their history."

  "I guess, but you describe it like you lived there."

  He breathed out a laugh, one that almost sounded like a sigh. "Do you actually believe that’s possible?" His squinted eyes caught he
rs at that moment and she knew there was more to this question, some deeper meaning. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it possible?

  "Of course not,” Kira looked away, flustered, and focused on the old woman sitting on a blanket on the sidewalk weaving a straw basket. She could have been from a different era and almost seemed out of place near the busy intersection where cars zoomed by behind her.

  Kira looked back at Tristan. Did he fit into the scene? His constant brood made it seem like he was years older than he looked. She knew he had more on his mind than the average seventeen-year-old, but was that enough to start believing impossible things?

  "Come on." He nodded to the side making his hair slip to shield his eyes. When the piercing blue was hidden in shadow, Kira finally felt she could breathe and stopped her mind before it dreamed up even crazier theories. "I want to take you to my favorite place in the city."

  They walked for a while, lightly chatting to avoid any serious topics, before Tristan stopped in front of a huge building. Four round columns shot upward into a huge triangular frieze that reminded Kira of a Roman temple, until she looked further up and saw the top of a steeple. The building was huge but rather plain with large wooden doors and sweeping windows, but no ornate decorations marred the beauty of the architecture. The yellow-tinted stone created a beautiful contrast against the blue sky, and Kira tried to take it all in before she looked to her left to read the sign that stated Saint Philips Episcopal Church. Kira was a little shocked. She had never figured Tristan as the religious type.

  "I know what you’re thinking, but it’s because of the view." He started to enter and she had no real choice but to follow. When she walked inside, the sanctuary took her breath away. Huge white columns rose toward an arched ceiling that was also a polished white. The marble floor led her eye past the ivory pews toward a huge stained glass window behind the altar. With the sunlight beaming through, the window acted almost like a kaleidoscope, casting colors around the otherwise bare room. Kira looked up at the balconies that ran parallel down the sides of the church and were composed of carved mahogany, creating a striking contrast. And when she turned, an organ took up the majority of the back wall, and she could almost feel the music coming from the great instrument.

  "Kira, come on." Tristan stood beneath the organ and waved her over. "This is nothing."

  He walked over to the wall at the left corner of the church, and Kira watched him dubiously. Suddenly, what had seemed like solid plaster creaked open as Tristan found the secret latch he had been searching for. He pulled the thick door and moved his arm toward the opening as if to say, “After you, miss.”

  "Is this allowed?" Kira asked while she peered into the darkness.

  "Rules are made to be broken," Tristan said with a wry smile. She knew it was a challenge—could she drop her usually straight-laced mentality?

  Kira smiled back and started walking. As she passed through the hidden entry, she found a wooden staircase that creaked when she put her weight on the first step. She saw the light disappear and heard the door shut as she continued to climb with Tristan following behind her.

  When she reached the top, she could see the structure of the arched ceiling and knew they were above one of the balconies. Kira tried not to touch any of the dirt and dust, which she was sure held tons of nasty insects she would rather keep away from, and followed Tristan’s exact movements as he confidently strode toward a second door. Cobwebs draped from the handle, and Tristan swiped them away. They were definitely not supposed to be up here, but she was too intrigued to see what waited at the end of the climb and too scared to turn around and face the darkness alone.

  Kira’s breath became labored as they walked farther and farther up the never-ending staircase that she could only assume belonged to the steeple. Finally, she saw light and as she turned around the circular steps, a window appeared. She peeked through the grimy glass to see that they were well above the city skyline.

  "We’re almost at the top," Tristan looked back to tell her as if he had heard her stop.

  Kira started climbing again, energized by the fact they had almost reached their destination. At last, the steps gave way to a wooden platform, and Kira was greeted by church bells and a long rope that hung through a hole in the floor. She followed Tristan through the maze of bells, until he finally sat down on a cushioned bench right next to a huge window. Using his sleeve, he cleaned the dust away. When Kira looked outside, she could see for miles.

  "Wow," was all she could say.

  Kira glanced toward the harbor and saw Fort Sumter and Battery Park for the second time that day, but now it was from above. The mansions seemed small, and even the trees looked like toys from so high up. She swore she could see all the way to the ocean, and she counted the sailboats in the harbor. From this vantage point, they looked more like white speckles than large ships.

  "I know, it’s pretty amazing right? Best view in the city." Tristan motioned to the other side of the bench. She sat down while still soaking in the scene.

  "How’d you find out about this place?" Kira looked at him and noticed he was just as caught up by the sight as she was.

  "My mother showed me.” He paused, and Kira saw his eyes lose focus as he jumped back into his own memory. "It was a long time ago," he said after a few moments of silence.

  "Do you miss her?" she asked, guessing she must have died when he was young. Tristan nodded and she saw him retreat again.

  "You can talk to me." She reached out to grab his hand. He met her gaze when their fingers touched. Sadness laced his melancholic blue eyes, but Kira didn’t know what to do about it.

  "I believe you," he said, grasping her hand tighter, and they remained quiet for a moment, just feeling comforted by one another’s presence. Kira looked at her palm resting on Tristan’s lap and wondered if she could have ever guessed that the day would lead her here.

  In the corner of her eye, she noticed something peeking out of Tristan’s pocket—something she hadn’t seen when he had been standing.

  "What’s that?" she asked, and he followed her gaze to see what she meant.

  A second later, he pulled a small moleskin notebook from his pocket and handed it to her. "It’s just sketches, you can take a look if you want."

  "You draw?" She opened the book.

  "Just as a hobby."

  Kira imagined more than saw his shrug because she quickly became engrossed by his small pencil drawings. There were pages of hands that were perfectly shaded and seemed to leap from the paper. There were outlined sketches of people playing in parks, dogs running, and children hanging on swings. She came upon a series of pages dedicated to different people sitting on benches—one an old woman whose laugh lines told the story of a beautiful life, another a homeless man who was draped in newspapers for warmth, a third a couple holding hands and staring out toward their future.

  "Tristan, these are amazing," Kira told him without pausing to look up. She continued to flip through the small notebook, slowly taking in his work. "Seriously, this isn’t just a hobby."

  "Thanks," he told her when she gave it back.

  "Have you ever thought about art school?"

  "Not for me." He shook his head while stuffing the notebook into his pocket.

  "Why not? You should let people teach you. Those drawings have a real personality to them. I can tell exactly who the people you are picturing are just by the expressions you give them." Tristan shrugged in response, which just made Kira push the point even more. "I get the whole bad boy thing you do, but I know it’s just a front. You really care about people. I can tell from the drawings that you choose people you feel for in some way."

  He sighed when she finished talking, as if he had known she would notice that but had hoped she wouldn't. Then his expression changed so his lip curved up and his eyes gleamed in a mischievous way. "A front, huh? I just broke you into a church."

  "You broke me into a church to show me a beautiful view and a place that is sacred to you. Not exact
ly the same as breaking and entering," she challenged back.

  "Ah, but we used the trap door, which most people don’t know about. I could have just taken you up the janitor's steps."

  "Would those have been cobweb free?" He nodded and Kira slapped his arm. "Jerk."

  "Come on, it was much more adventurous my way. Admit it, you were scared but secretly excited."

  Kira smiled, whispering, "That’s generally how you make me feel."

  The words popped out of her mouth before she had time to think. She cringed and silently cursed herself for basically admitting she liked him.

  "Me too," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

  She looked up, but Tristan gazed out the window. She knew his thoughts were churning, and she wished she could peek inside of his head for just a minute.

  "Tristan?" she asked to see if he was listening.

  "Yeah," he said distantly.

  "Why did you save my life? You know I heard what you said to your friends, but for some reason I can’t believe it."

  He turned to look at her now, and Kira was certain he could read the confusion on her face. His chest expanded slowly in a prolonged breath and his eyes remained closed for an instant too long. He was thinking about how to tell her something. Kira could almost see the secrets floating in his head and could feel him struggle with how much to say. "I saved you because I wanted to protect you, and I still do. Some small part of me won’t stop believing you are precious to me, even if I’m not supposed to feel that way."

  She inched closer, trying to read his mind with her proximity. "Who says you can’t? Your friends?"

  He laughed bitterly. "No, my so-called friends are the only ones making sense. We just can’t ever be, Kira."

  "Why?"

  "Someday, you’ll understand." He leaned back against the wall, away from her presence.

  "God, I am so sick of everyone telling me I’ll eventually understand all of this stuff. Luke keeps telling me that, like some patronizing father who knows everything about my life, but won’t give me any insight. And now you! I never expected this from you. What happened to ‘Mr. Breaking the Rules’?"

 

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