The Bridge Beyond Her World (The Boy and the Beast Book 2) (33 page)

“Take it, for tonight.”

Aven
stared at his sister. “Why?”

“Just take it. Make me happy.”

Aven sighed and nodded. He wanted to rescue his sister. If this would help ease her burden tonight, then he would do it gladly.

“Get some sleep,” he said.

Winter’s head sunk back into her pillow, and her eyes closed.

Aven lifted the glass jar to his face. It was a small jar, half the size of his hand. Winter had cut small holes in the cloth lid. Whisper stood inside, its spindly antennae slowly drifting upward, toward its wings. Exquisite, beautiful wings.

If not for your wings,
thought Aven,
you would be an ugly worm.

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KARIENCE

Karience’s desk was cluttered with the new legislation drawn up by the opposition. The next session of pleadings in the Hall of Discourse was sure to be contentious. The sentiments of the three quorums had shifted in recent months, sparked by a movement of young Royals with new ideas and eloquent arguments.

It was nothing new for an Empyrean. Karience had studied the counterarguments of hundreds of worlds seeking to stay in control of their own planet—they just did not understand how that control was a facade, an illusion in the face of the threat from Beasts. But history had not always been won by reason. Passion won the day time and time again. A united movement with heartfelt belief in its cause was like a black hole, devouring logic.

She wanted to speak to these opposition leaders. Having studied the methods of previous Empyreans, she knew one of the quickest ways to defeat an enemy was to become their friend. And she understood their desire for autonomy, their fear of Guardian control. It required trust in the vast Guardian order of which they knew very little beyond what they were told. They had fears. Questions.

Much like her. How much did she really know about the inner workings of her order?

But as to Loam, she did know that they were vulnerable to the attack of a Beast. If the Royals did not negotiate, Loam could lose its protection. She feared the old opposition would not stop at legal action, and if anything close to war began to brew, it was a required, automatic response that the Guardians depart.

The thought grieved her. Loam’s charter was the work of her life. And, now, she knew Loam’s security was more important than she’d ever guessed.

Karience stood and went to her window overlooking the portal. The sun was close to setting and she realized she was probably alone in the tower. Nephitus would be returning soon from the Royal Palisade, where he’d gone to meet with Princess Liyza and King Darmelion about security matters. The rest of the Guardians would be heading to Aven’s farm.

A smile broke across her face. She was pleased for him. Such a simple dream, so easy to fulfill. If only more of humankind lived with such modest wants, the galaxy would be a kinder place.

The sun touched the water, its reflection bleeding into its true source. She would have to visit his farm sometime. With a contingent of Royal Protectorate, of course. It was too bad Loam was no longer a safe place to walk freely—at least not for Emissaries. She would have to inform Aven that security measures would need to be put in place at his new home. For his safety.

Something thudded against the wall outside the door.

Karience turned, startled.

“Who’s there?”

A moment of silence followed.

Something scratched on the other side of the wall. The door opened in a quiet hush of air, but the entrance was empty.

“Who’s there!” shouted Karience.

Someone rolled off the wall and fell to the ground.

She took a hesitant step forward. From behind a tangled mess of hair, Winter’s face looked up at her. Then she wretched on the side of the door-frame.

Karience hurried to her side. “You’re ill!”

“He took it,” said Winter. “And I’m still having them.”

“I don’t understand? Who took what?”

“Aven took Whisper. But I still saw something.”

Karience tried desperately to understand the girl. She appeared delusional. Feverish.

“You’re in danger,” said Winter. “I saw something. Something at your window.”

It suddenly occurred to Karience that the girl was talking about a vision. Chills crawled up Karience’s spine. It had only been a few days since her and Winter’s last experience, and the horrible memory returned fresh and vivid.

“What did you see?” said Karience.

“I saw a light at your window. And then your room. It turned into a bright fire. Brighter than the sun. You were standing there one moment, and the next, you were burned up. Gone.”

Karience could only think of one possibility. And this time, she had no doubts over the reality of Winter’s foresight.

“We have to get to the ship.”

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AVEN

“Aven, I’m so excited for you,” said Zoecara. “The hills here are just gorgeous. You couldn’t have picked a more beautiful farmland.”

“It is highly unlikely there are not other farms more beautiful,” said Arentiss. “Of course, it would be hard to measure something as subjective as beauty.”

Aven hid a smile.

“You know what else is highly unlikely?” said Rueik. “That you’ll ever understand nuance, Arentiss.”

Arentiss proceeded to provide Rueik with a definition of “nuance.” Aven couldn’t help but feel charmed by her literalness. Up to this point, he was glad she had refrained herself from taking his hand, but now, he had a strange urge to grab hers. Just to comfort her in someway. To let her know he understood her.

Aven placed his hand on her back and rubbed gently up and down for a moment. “Your definition of
nuance
was excellent,” he said.

Her intense brow softened and the corners of her lips turned upward.

“Thank you, Aven,” she said.

“It’s too bad your sister isn’t feeling well,” said Daeymara, coming up beside Aven. “I was
really
looking forward to spending more time with her.”

Aven smiled playfully in Daeymara’s direction, and she returned it with a wink.

He was glad to find her mood had lifted. He put a hand in his pocket and felt the braid she’d given him earlier that day. In the time since then, his hand had reached for it many times, and he had thought of her, and the growing feelings he had for her. The thought of her leaving for her mission saddened him.

Their large party had left the cobblestone roads of the city behind and were deep into rolling hills. The sun was close to slipping out of sight behind the horizon, and ahead, ten soldiers of the Royal Protectorate began to prepare torches for lighting. The soldiers were there because Karience had insisted they accompany Aven and the Missionaries while outside the safety of the Guardian Tower.

“You really want to do more farm work?” said Pike, his eyes taking in the land with a dour expression. “I see those crops and I say good riddance. Then I see you, with pride practically oozing out your ears. How did we end up so different?”

Aven avoided the truth. “Maybe I ate too much dirt as a kid and acquired a taste for it.”

Rueik and Zoecara laughed.

“I can see your farm from here,” said Daeymara as they crested another hill.

“Yes, there,” said Aven. “The hovel is on the other side of that thicket of trees.”

“That’s a lot of land,” said Hark. “What kind of crops are those?”

“Sape. The same that Winter and I have grown our entire lives.”

He wished his sister was with him. He longed to see her face as she looked upon their farm for the first time. He pressed a hand against his chest, where the glass jar with the butterfly inside hung. Had her burden lightened any? Were the dark questions slipping away, like the sun sinking into the earth?

A low thundering sounded from the sky. Aven glanced up at the scattered pink and purple clouds. Strange. There was no sign of a storm.

“That sounds like a starship,” said Hark.

“There,” said Arentiss pointing at a dot in the sky. The soldiers ahead stopped their torch preparation, turning their attention upward.

“Where are they going?” said Rueik, staring at two figures running in the distance, away from their group. “Zoecara! Pike!” he shouted.

Everyone turned as Rueik took off at a sprint after them.

Aven saw confusion on every face that remained, the roar of the ship growing louder. He looked up. The form of the starship was visible—and clearly different in shape than the Guardian’s craft.

“Go!” shouted Hark. “Everyone scatter!”

“Why?” Arentiss questioned.

“It’s a merc ship!” screamed Hark, already running. “They’re after the VOKKs.”

“Headhunters,” said Daeymara. “Run!”

The words hit Aven’s stomach like a fist. He found his feet and spun, turning off the dirt road to run down a grassy embankment. He reached the bottom and now the roar of the ship had changed to a pitched hum and the earth shook. He turned to see a mass of black metal jutting from the hilltop road he’d just left. It looked like a spider, only turned sideways with a half dozen legs pointing out like spears from the main hull.

“Get to the trees,” shouted Daeymara, who was running not far from him. “We have to find cover.”

In their desperation, they’d both chosen a poor route, finding themselves in a large barren field. It was a long run to reach a patch of woodland. But they had a good head start.

A pitched whir, like a hornet, sounded from behind. Against his good judgment, he turned his head again. In the red dusk behind him, lights sped from the ship, racing down the hill in their direction.

“We’re not going to make it,” screamed Daeymara, now much closer to him. “They have riders.” She stopped running, and he did as well, following her lead. Her short black hair was swept over her face. In the gathering darkness, he couldn’t see her eyes well, but he knew by the way her face was set on his that she was calculating something unpleasant.

“Don’t let them take you alive. It will be far worse.” She drew a knife from her belt. “Do you have a weapon?”

“No,” said Aven, her hopeless words echoing in his ears.

Daeymara turned to face the approaching lights.

“Then use your hands,” she shouted.

He looked at his open hands, then closed them into fists. The grinding noise of the riders was almost upon them.

CHAPTER 35

ZOECARA

Zoecara looked back and saw Rueik gaining on her and Pike. Behind Rueik was Dheeg Sar’s ship. She trusted the mercs to take out the Guardian’s Tower, but she didn’t trust them with the opportunity to collect one more VOKK.

Hers.

The Guardians had disrupted the mercenaries’ covert extortion of Loam’s resources. They needed the Guardians gone. Though unpredictable, the mercenaries could prove helpful in securing Loam for her master—as long as they remained ignorant of her ultimate goals. But would they leave her alone to finish her end of the bargain—to ensure the Guardians’ charter would be rejected by Loam’s quorums? If they were smart, they would.

But then, greed ran like blood through their veins, and a VOKK was a valuable prize.

Damn Rueik
. Why was he chasing her?

Zoecara arrived at a barn that stood in the middle of the field. She darted inside the wide opening and found bales of dried crops stacked along the far wall. One corner contained a work bench, the wall behind adorned with tools hanging from hooks.

She hurried over and took a heavy metal blade from the wall. It was well sharpened, a tool for slaughtering animals.

She smirked at the thought of Rueik’s surprised look just before she cleaved him. If Rueik caused any trouble, Pike would be there to help her, as long as the farm boy wasn’t as lame as he was dumb. Either way, when the mercenaries arrived to claim their prizes, two heads would be ready and waiting.

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WINTER

The corridors of the underwater facility were cold. Winter did her best to keep pace with Karience, who had an arm propped under her shoulder for support. A sick churning gripped her stomach. It wasn’t the vision of Karience and the fiery light tearing through her that made her sick—she felt certain she had been able to prevent that fate—but the lingering fear that Aven was in imminent danger. The gory vision of the monster felt nearer and it filled her with dread as they hobbled along. The Empyrean had communicated to Nephitus through the walls by some means she did not know of, warning him of a suspected attack on the facility.

Nephitus had just returned to the Guardian Tower from some errand. His voice issued a reply from the facility walls, “The foreign ship has landed three clicks north of us in the Green Dune Territory. Readings show large amounts of capable weaponry. Our ship’s shields won’t be able to take that kind of beating for very long.”

“They’ll know it, too,” said Karience, entering the starship with Winter. “But if they’re here for VOKKs, they’ll be worried about their precious cargo.”