by Jodi Meadows
Page 29
Author: Jodi Meadows
Because someone had told her about the meeting last night? Or she just knew?
She went on. “Whoever planted those explosives is already willing to risk Council repercussions, not to mention several lifetimes of people exacting revenge. Hurting—or killing—either of you isn’t going to be a problem. ”
“But the law about killing me—”
She shook her head. “They don’t care, Ana. Any of those unborn could have been newsouls. The law protects them, too, but…”
“There should be better laws. ” I crossed my arms, and neither Sam nor Sine disagreed. “What about Lidea and Anid?”
“Wend took everything they needed to my house. Whoever is doing this won’t suspect Lidea and Anid are with me, at least for a few more days. Hopefully we’ll have answers by then. ”
“I suppose you’ve already questioned the survivors?” Sam asked.
She nodded. “As much as we could. Some were badly burned, and their medication is making them, ah, interesting to talk to. But Geral was asking about you, Ana. And you’ll be relieved to know that, while the shock did send her into labor, she gave birth this morning. They’re both fine. ”
“She did? They are?” I twisted in my chair like I’d be able to see through the layers of silk walls. “When can I see her?”
“Now, if you’d like. She’s in the first room in this hall. ”
I was up and at the curtain before I realized they weren’t with me. “You aren’t coming?”
“We have a couple of things left to discuss,” said Sam. “I’ll join you shortly. ” He sat straight with his hands on his knees. How had they both known to stay? How had one communicated to the other there was something they wanted to talk about without me? There must have been some signal I’d missed.
I hated being new. I hated being excluded. “Okay. ” I shoved the curtain closed behind me, though it wasn’t terribly accommodating with slamming. It swished and floated back into creepy templelike perfection.
I found Geral’s room. There was nowhere to knock, so I swished the curtain around until she laughed and told me to come in.
She reclined on the bed, a swaddled baby in her arms. The medics and birthing assistants had cleaned her up, but there was a bandage on her forearm and stitches along a cut on her jaw. I should have found her sooner, before she’d gotten injured.
“Would you like to come the rest of the way in? If someone else stops by, they’re going to run over you. ” Her smile would have been serene if not for the flinch at her cut. “I was hoping you’d visit,” she said as I crossed the room.
“Oh. ” I tucked my hands into pockets. “I actually came to ask if you saw who blew up your house, but—”
“It was a gas leak and corroded wires. ”
I tipped my face downward and raised my eyebrows. Stef had used that look on Sam several times, and it always made him tell the truth.
She gave a breathy laugh and hugged the baby tighter. It was sleeping, and I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl. “Well, no, I didn’t see anyone. Neither did Orrin. Cris was there a while, but he wouldn’t have hurt us. ”
“No, of course he wouldn’t have. ” I stared at the wall, wishing I knew why the arsonist had chosen last night. Coincidence? My meeting?
“Would you like to see my baby?” Geral whispered, tired and hopeful and sad, and I managed to feel even worse than I already did. She’d just wanted to share her newborn, and I’d been caught up in other problems.
“Sure. ” I stood. “I’m sorry. Everything is just overwhelming. Who did you have?”
“Ariana. ” She tugged the baby’s knit hat downward, though it had been just fine a second ago. “I hope you don’t mind. ”
“Why would I?” And then: “Oh. ” There’d never been an Ariana. It was a new name for a newsoul. “Oh. ” The last came out perhaps more startled than I’d intended.
“I’m going to be a good mother. ” Defensiveness edged Geral’s tone. “And you of all people should be accepting—”
“I am!” I pressed my hand to my mouth. “Sorry. I keep getting surprised. I’m as used to people being reborn as everyone else. I may not have had five thousand years for it, but it’s still been my entire life. ” And that felt like a long time.
Her gaze flickered toward the curtain as someone entered. “It’s all right. After last night, I’m nervous about how people will react to her. I already love her so much. ”
Why couldn’t she have been my mother? Or Lidea? Aside from the fact that they were currently too young.
“I understand. ” I gazed at Ariana, her dark skin and silky hair. I wanted to tell her how she’d escaped Janan, how others hadn’t been so lucky. Even this life where people threw rocks at newsouls—it was better than never having the chance.
And I wanted to tell her I’d do anything to protect her, because we newsouls had to stick together.
I didn’t say any of that, though. Not in front of Geral and whoever else had come into the room. Sam. I recognized the sound of clothes rustling as he shifted his weight. “I was just alarmed by her name,” I said at last. “But I’m honored. ”
“You saved her life. ” Geral blinked away tears.
My face burned. “Next time a newsoul is in danger, I’ll send Sam. So far I’ve got two named after me, and he doesn’t have any. ”
“I am a little jealous,” he said from the foot of the bed. “She’s beautiful, Geral. Congratulations. ”
We chatted a little more, and then it was time to go. “Keep her safe,” I whispered as I hugged Geral. “Don’t trust anyone. ”
Sam and I finished speaking with the other two survivors, but they knew even less than Geral. We left the Councilhouse and sat on a market field bench as the sun dipped toward the west. Not that it made much of a difference. The clouds from this morning had thickened, and delicate snowflakes spiraled toward the ground. I caught one on my mitten, but it melted.
“How do you feel about it?”
I couldn’t tell if Sam was asking about the snowflake or the direction the planet rotated, so I just raised my eyebrows and waited for him to figure out why I wasn’t responding.
“Ariana. Anid. People naming newsouls after you. ”
The temple loomed behind me, already lit with shifting patterns: signs of the evil entity inside. He’d wanted to consume us, the newsouls. So we had that in common already. Now our names. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about it. ”
“Of course it does. ”
If how I felt about anything mattered, why didn’t he tell me what he and Sine had been so secretive about? He could have asked how I felt about not understanding the sylph, or not having had a chance to study the temple books.
Instead, he wanted to know how I felt about newsouls being named after me?
“I think a lot of people whose names sound like Ana are going to consider changing them. ”
“So as not to be associated with newsouls?” He sipped from a bottle of water like he didn’t really care about my answer. I wanted to rip it from him and hurl it across the market field.
There were people out, though. Councilors loitered on the steps—Deborl kept glancing at me—and a couple holding hands walked by. One muttered, “Sylph lover,” and probably wished she had a rock to hurl.
A trio of children caught snowflakes on their tongues; I’d done the same thing when I was that age, but it was surprising to see anyone else do it. These children were five thousand years old. A characteristic of their physical age, perhaps, like people currently teenagers were attracted to other teenagers.
I didn’t look at Sam as I spoke. “We should speak to everyone who was at the meeting last night. Everyone who knew our plans. Not to accuse them of anything. Just—Just to see if they have any ideas. ”
Sam capped his water and checked the time on his SED. “Where first?”
I hadn’t
expected it to be that easy. Maybe he knew better than to argue with me. “Let’s start on the far side of the city and work our way home. ”
“That could take a while. ” Ah, there was the disapproval I’d been waiting for.
“Did you have plans this evening?” I wanted to work on the temple books, but I could do that after he went to bed.
He glanced at the sky, snow dropping harder now, and shrugged. “Best start with Cris. He’ll be out covering the plants, if he hasn’t done it already. ”
Sam set a brisk pace, leaving no breath for talk. No problem. I lengthened my strides, but still had to take two for his every one. Also no problem. It helped stave off the cold.
Darkness loomed by the time we reached Cris’s house, though in the temple light, and light from our SEDs, it was easy to see nothing had been covered or moved into greenhouses like Sam had predicted. Nor could we hear Cris’s movements.
Most flowering plants had closed themselves for winter, but they were still vulnerable to the cold; I’d lost several roses at Purple Rose Cottage before I realized they needed protection, just like people.
“Where is he?” Sam marched down the path and headed toward one of the greenhouses. “Check the other one. If he’s not there, we’ll look inside. ”
I almost snapped at him for telling me what to do, but the last thing we needed was another argument. Fuming silently, I did as ordered.
Inside the greenhouse, warmth and humidity washed over me, a sudden and unpleasant shift from the crispness outside. “Cris?”
There was no response as I walked between the rows of orchids and other flowers I didn’t recognize. This was the second greenhouse, the one I hadn’t been inside yet; I wished Cris were here to tell me what all these flowers were.
I turned off the light and shut the door behind me, and met Sam on the front steps, picking the lock. Why did anyone bother to lock things?
He ushered me in first, out of the falling snow. “I called his SED. He didn’t answer. ”
“He might have gone back to Purple Rose Cottage to get those roses. He said he might. ” I stepped farther into the cluttered house. “Cris?” I yelled again. Only the eerie quiet answered, thickened by the sheet of white forming outside. If he’d gone to Purple Rose, surely he would have covered his garden here first.
Plants and journals filled the parlor and all connecting rooms I could see. Shelves held pots and trays of seeds. Heat lamps stood in two corners, though I couldn’t tell what they warmed. It was practically another greenhouse, though some of these plants looked edible. The whole place smelled green and loamy and floral.
I followed Sam into the kitchen. “What’s that?”
He was in the process of lifting a tray of seedlings and picking out a folded sheet of paper from beneath it. “This is yours. ”
How could he tell? “Yeah, he said he had a few thoughts. ”
The paper was damp and smudged with soil, but Sam carefully unfolded it on the tabletop to reveal the list I’d given Cris after our gardening lesson. “Look. ” He brushed away dirt.
I pressed my shoulder against his and peered at the new lines on the page. “‘Gate or portal? Arch?’” The symbol next to Cris’s guesses did look like an archway, but only if I tilted my head.
“That seems reasonable enough. ”
Hmming, I swept more dirt aside. Damp grains stuck to my fingers. “I remember this one. ” I tapped a symbol that was a pair of vertical wavy lines, thick slashes between them like shading. “‘Shadow. Darkness. Nighttime. ’ I was looking at it the wrong way. ”
“How do you mean?”
Thoughts snapped, clicked together like the first time I’d understood a waltz had three beats, not four. Suddenly it made sense.