Untold (12 page)

They stared at each other for a moment of horrified silence. “I told him how to do it,” Ash said at last.

Kami turned and ran away from the lights of Aurimere, down the dark path into the woods. Behind her she heard Ash slam the door of the house and run to catch up.

* * *

The tree branches were limned with ice: it made the whole wood look as if it was made of moonlight, branches shining like icicles in the night. Everything was sharp silver and darkness. These woods had been Kami’s once: in these trees she had seen her thoughts brought to life in real and vivid color. They were not her woods anymore.

Kami went crashing through the debris of dead leaves and fallen tree trunks, scrambling and sliding. A screech and the flutter of ghost-pale wings against the sky made her jump and glance up. She didn’t break stride until she was in the clearing with the Crying Pools, panting. She grabbed a willow to hold herself up. She leaned her face against the trunk, feeling it scrape against her cheek, and stood staring out at the stretch of water and grass.

The grass was broken and dead around the pools, like a metallic spiderweb splintered and scattered in shards over the earth. The branches of the willows by the pools were bare, their outlines reflected in lacy shapes in the frosted mirrors of the pools. The little hollow was utterly silver and silent. Kami thought for a moment that all was well.

Then she saw the crumpled shape by the edge of one pool. She ran to kneel in the icy grass and touch the worn surface of Jared’s leather jacket.

Kami let out a sob and saw the dragon’s-smoke cloud of her breath drift away into the air. Standing by the willow, white and stricken, was Ash.

“The ice on the pool isn’t broken,” she said, and heard her own voice break.

“It wouldn’t be,” Ash replied. “The ceremony is about becoming one with the elements, controlling nature. If he went into the pools, he should have gone in without a ripple. Or without breaking the ice.”

Kami thought of the way Jared had always been drawn to these pools, how when they had found out the truth about what their link was he’d gone diving in one of them. He’d broken the surface of the pool then. He had been human enough to do that, then, and she’d had to save him.

“How can we stop him?” Ash whispered.

“I intend to start by saying ‘Screw this,’ ” said Kami, and cast about for a stone in the woods. Ash watched her in obvious confusion, but she ignored him and found a stone. She hurled it into the frozen pool with all the force she had.

The ice shattered, turning into drowning glints of silver in the black water.

The night water was opaque: Kami could not see Jared or anything else, though she knelt by his jacket again and shoved her hands into the water up to the elbows. It was so cold it burned, and she had to pull her arms out, gasping with pain.

“Kami,” Ash whispered. He sounded horrified. His voice also sounded as if it belonged in this night world, natural as the sound of wings and birdcall, while hers had disturbed the quiet. When he moved forward and toward her, she saw how he seemed to fit into the woods, slim and pale as the wintertime trees.

“He’s in there,” Kami whispered back.

“Yes, he’s in there,” Ash said, and crouched down across the pool from her. “But you can’t reach him.”

“I can reach him anywhere,” Kami told him. “And you’re a sorcerer. Do something! Do magic.”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that!”

Kami glared at him. “You said this was about—about becoming one with the elements. But he hasn’t stopped existing. He’s in there. He’s just on—on a different elemental wavelength. Plane. Something like that.”

In the shadows moving behind the whispering leaves, in a place seen through a glass darkly, Jared was there. She had been able to reach him across an ocean: she had to believe she could find him now.

“You don’t understand,” Ash said hopelessly.

“I understand this,” Kami returned. “Think of where he is, conjure it up, bring it closer. Open a door for me, or I swear to God I will break through a wall.” She stood up and reached a hand across the pool to Ash, whose fingers closed around hers, unexpectedly strong.

His eyes went wide. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going in after him,” Kami said. “Don’t let go of my hand.” She took a firmer hold on his hand, and jumped into the pool.

It was like taking a tumble into the night sky. She felt as if she was falling through fathoms of airless darkness, lost beyond recall.

Ash’s hand stayed tightly clasped with hers, though it made every muscle in her arm scream to hang on. She struck out with her free hand, blackness all around her, skin burning with cold and lungs burning from lack of oxygen. This was a nightmare eager to swallow her whole, but if Jared was here, some part of her could survive. She was not going to give up until this place surrendered what was hers.

She reached out again and again, fingers finding nothing, and then she clawed through nothing. She kept searching: she’d pulled him out of this pool once, he’d saved her from drowning once. Jagged pieces of memory slid through her mind, and she felt that if only she could put them together, she would understand how to get to him.

Except that she did not know how. All she knew was that she was not giving up. Darkness was blotting her out, but she made the thought of finding him her last light and chased it until even that was winked out and lost.

Kami could feel her fingers again when she felt another hand brush hers, and knew whose it was. She held on with all the strength she hadn’t known she had left, entwined her fingers with his, clinging so hard that they would be drowned or saved together. She hung on to him and hung there in space, numb and almost content.

Then she was drawn up through the water, inch by painful inch. When she surfaced, her lips opened and she breathed in mingled air and water. She choked and held on to both boys’ hands so fiercely her fingers felt as if they might break.

Ash was saying something, murmuring words of horror and relief, as he helped Kami out of the water. She knelt in the cold dirt and felt Ash’s hands through the soaked material of her shirt.

“Help me,” she rasped, pulling their white linked fingers apart and plunging her now-free hand back into the water.

Ash reached into the water again too, grabbing fistfuls of Jared’s shirt. Together they dragged him out of the pool and laid him on the moonlit-white broken grass.

Jared lay still as the dead. He should have been dead, Kami realized.

The tiny gold lines of his eyelashes were kissed by frost. His hair in her lap was glittering with ice crystals. But he was still holding on to her hand, grasp sure and strong.

“Jared,” Kami said, desperate and commanding.

Jared opened his eyes suddenly. They were paler than she had ever seen, white and treacherous as the winter ice she had shattered to get to him.

“Jared, can you hear me? How long were you down there?”

Jared’s lips moved, shaping her name. Drops of water landed on the silvery lines of his face. Kami could not tell if it was lake water dripping from her hair or tears.

She bent over him as he shook in her arms and started to breathe like a human being again, in shuddering gasps as if he might live.

“You can’t keep acting like this,” Kami told him fiercely. “You cannot continue to be this stupid.”

Lightning flashed overhead like an answer to her, that he would keep being this bitter sorcerous stranger, that perhaps he had never been anything else.

It bleached the whole world white, the pools turning into diamonds. The drops of water on the planes of Jared’s face, on the pale line of his bared throat, gleamed like broken glass.

Kami covered her eyes with her trembling hand and thought: I can’t keep acting like this. I cannot continue to be this stupid.

PART III

PLOTTING A COURSE

. . . mystery down the soundless valley

Thunders, and dark is here;

And the wind blows, and the light goes,

And the night is full of fear. . . .

—Rupert Brooke

Chapter Eleven

A Drop of Blood, a Single Tear

Kami and Ash helped Jared back to Aurimere as early morning flooded the sky with pale, sickly light, making the woods and even Aurimere look gray as ashes.

Lillian opened the door. When she saw Jared propped up between them, wet hair sluicing tracks like tears down his face, Kami saw her go as white as Jared.

She opened the door wide, holding it with fingers gone white too. They were across the hall and halfway up the stairs when she spoke.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Lillian said, still at the open door. Her back was to them. “I do not want either of you stupid children attempting the ceremony. You’re all too young and too criminally foolish to be of help to me. I can do this myself.”

“Mum,” Ash said from Jared’s other side. Kami couldn’t see his expression.

“No, Ash,” Lillian snapped. “Don’t argue with me. That’s the least you can do. It’s decided, do you understand me? It’s done.”

They put Jared into his room. Ash went to get some of his own clothes. While he was gone, Kami wrestled Jared up onto his pillows and dragged off his soaked T-shirt. He leaned heavily against her, and she tried to steady him, one hand on the nape of his neck and one against his stomach, feeling the muscles there clench. He mumbled something into her hair. It took her a moment to recognize her own name.

“What?” she whispered back. She wanted to hold him, but he wasn’t a part of her anymore. She couldn’t keep pretending he was.

He murmured, “Make it stop.”

Ash returned. Kami smoothed a sheet over Jared’s shoulder before she left; it was the last gesture she permitted herself.

Kami texted Angela and rescheduled the meeting at Rusty’s for the next day. She went home and found her father sleeping on the sofa. She walked upstairs in the sleeping hush of her home and climbed into her cold bed. When she woke, it was evening, and she called Ash. He said that Jared’s room was empty; the bed did not even look slept in, as if he had never been there.

Kami sat looking at the phone in her hand. Lillian’s voice echoed in her mind, saying
It’s done.

* * *

On Thursday morning Kami walked her brothers to school with her father. Dad had to pry Ten’s hand out of his.

“You’re not going in?” Dad asked.

Kami hesitated, because “I’m skipping school” was never a good thing to say to parents. Though this was an unusual situation and it was possible Dad would write her a note saying “Excused due to sorcerers.” She looked up at her father.

He was young for a dad, and had always looked young to her before, carefree and easygoing. Today his face seemed older. Kami wondered if she wore her own dark night the same way.

“Were you hoping to talk to me?” Dad said before she could think of how to answer his first question. “I’m sorry, honey. I can’t talk to you right now. I just don’t know what to say.”

It had not occurred to Kami before that her father might blame her, too, for keeping the secret from him. The possibility of that, of being locked away from his love, shocked her so much she could not speak.

Dad nodded at her as if they were acquaintances who had met in the street; then Kami watched him walk back toward home and the woods. All the trees were bare and lonely as abandoned bones. She waited until he was gone, then set off for the High Street, and the rooms above Hanley’s grocery shop where Rusty held his self-defense classes.

Rusty’s gym did not appeal to her the same way her headquarters did. It consisted of two small rooms, painted an unsightly shade of turquoise, which you reached by walking up small dark stairs leading from the grocery store. Rusty claimed the ladies of the town often paused in their shopping and took trips up the stairs to look through the door, which was half glass and wire mesh, to admire his manly form.

Right now it was a bright square in the dark, the lights on inside. Kami had walked briskly through the streets, able to nod to people as she passed and act normal with no conscious effort. She was surprised to find she could not stand the idea of facing her own friends.

She sat down at the top of the stairs and cried instead, thinking of her mother and father and her home, that she had never known how true the word
broken
could be for a home, how a home could be left useless and in pieces. She cried thinking about Jared under the ice, and cried for how alone she felt.

She cried quietly, hands pressed to her eyes, and as she cried she was almost relieved. Here she was, lonely and miserable, and she was still going to go into the gym and do what needed to be done. She had wondered who she was without Jared, stripped of all her supports and forced to stand on her own. She had worried that she would break if her heart broke, but she wasn’t broken. She had lost everything, but she was not lost. It seemed a worthwhile thing to know.

Kami started at the sound of the door below slamming. She wiped her eyes hastily on her sleeve, but the thunder of footsteps up the steps was too fast for her: she had barely managed one swipe before Rusty was kneeling on the step at her feet.

He was the usual Rusty, a gym bag slung over his shoulder, hair rumpled and wearing a pink T-shirt that read
I’M TOO PRETTY TO DO MY HOMEWORK
. His expression was different, though.

“Kami,” he said, and his voice sounded different too. “Are you crying?” Rusty knelt there looking up into her face, hazel eyes clear and serious. He lifted his hand to her face, and his fingers captured a tear.

“I was just—” Kami batted him away, embarrassed. “It’s nothing. I’m all right.”

“You’re not all right!” Rusty said. “You’re crying. Come here.”

“No, really,” Kami said, pushing him gently back. She smiled at him, and rubbed her sleeve across her face, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with one sleeve edge. “I’m fine. It’s okay. You don’t need to make a fuss. We should go inside.”

Rusty kept hold of her shoulder, his move to take her in his arms cut off, but apparently not quite ready to let go.