Part 26 (1/2)

My parents try to run-try to scream-but the Storms are too fast, too merciless as they scoop them up like paper dolls and spit them to the ground in crumpled heaps. Leaving only me, standing in a circle of dead trees as the Storms unravel and Raiden marches forward with an almost gleeful smile.

”I know how to break you,” he tells me, and I want to run somewhere safe.

But everything's gone.

There's nowhere left.

He laughs, tossing back his head as he says, ”Now you die.”

Searing pain rages through my head, and I feel my body thrash but I can't pull away, can't pull my mind back from the horror as Raiden binds me in his wicked winds. Not until a warm breeze whisks inside me and melts away the thick fog.

I tear open my eyes and jump out of bed-so relieved to be in my undestroyed bedroom that my brain barely registers that it was Solana leaning over me instead of Audra.

I collapse to the floor, shaking my head to shove away the dream or nightmare or whatever it was. But as the images replay in my mind I realize it wasn't any of those things.

It wasn't even a warning.

It was a promise.

CHAPTER 30.AUDRA.

V.

ane wouldn't wake up for me.

I tried screaming his name. Tried shocking him with the heat of our connection, like I've done in the past. Nothing helped. Not even a kiss.

Then Solana heard my panicked screams and rushed in, shoved me aside, and crawled on top of him. She sent a Southerly into his mind, whispered a command I'd never heard and . . .

Vane woke up.

His dad cheered and his mom cried and all I could do was stand in the corner like an outsider, wondering why he wouldn't wake up for me.

”Are the Gales back?” Vane gasps, rubbing the sides of his head as he pulls himself up off the floor and leans back against his bed.

”I heard Gus arrive in the grove about an hour ago,” Solana answers, and Vane whips his head toward her.

”Oh,” he mumbles, ”I thought you'd left earlier.”

”No. I started to, but . . . I had nowhere else to go.”

Even I can't help feeling sorry for her. Though my sympathy turns to unease when Vane asks, ”You brought me out of the nightmare, didn't you?”

She blushes as she nods. ”Your mind put up more of a fight this time, but I found a way to entice you back.”

”Thank goodness,” Vane's mom whispers, her voice thick.

”Yeah, we owe you,” his dad adds.

Solana practically glows from the praise-or maybe it's just the tears I feel burning my eyes. But all Vane says is ”We need to tell Gus to call everyone.”

The pain in his tone snaps me out of my wallowing and I move to his side, feeling everyone watch me as I try to figure out what to do.Touching him almost seems wrong now, but when I reach out my hand, he grabs it and clings to me like I'm the only thing tethering him to the earth.

I drop to my knees on the scratchy gray rug and wrap my arms around him, surprised to feel that he's trembling. I catch Solana watching us before she runs to the front door to call for Gus-but I'm too shaken to feel triumphant.

Why did he wake up for her?

I know we're bonded-but that only means he shouldn't care about someone else. Not that he can't.

And they clearly have some sort of connection.

And when I first came back in the room last night, I heard them whispering about him talking to the Gales-seeing if anything could be done. . . .

”What's wrong?” Vane asks, pulling me into his lap.

I s.h.i.+ft my weight, struggling to keep the too-short s.h.i.+rt I'm wearing adjusted. ”I'm just worried about you. You . . . wouldn't wake up.”

I manage to stop myself from adding ”for me.”

He reaches up, tucking my hair behind my ear. ”I do that sometimes, remember?”

I force myself to return his smile, but the words only make my chest heavier.

I used to be the one he needed.

He leans his forehead against mine and I can feel the hum of our bond rus.h.i.+ng through me like a jet stream. I soak in the warmth, promising myself that I will not be one of those silly girls, worrying about a boy. Especially a boy holding me on the floor of his messy room, looking only at me.

”What's going on?” Gus asks, making Vane and me jump as he runs into the room, slightly out of breath from his sprint across the lawn. ”Another nightmare?”

”This time it felt more like Raiden was talking straight to me. . . .” Vane's voice trails off and he pulls me closer. ”He's coming.”

Gus grips the hilt of his windslicer. ”When?”

”I don't know. But I doubt he'll wait long.”

His mom covers her mouth and leans against her husband.

”But . . . that doesn't make sense,” Solana says after a second. ”Why would he warn us? Why give us time to prepare?” ”The same reason a cat plays with his prey,” Gus grumbles, looking like he wants to punch something.

”Fear is one of the most powerful weapons,” I add quietly. ”Though I wouldn't be surprised if there's a trick, too.”

”Probably,” Gus agrees. ”What exactly did he show you, Vane?”

”Just your basic I'm going to destroy everything you care about with my army of Living Storms nightmare.”

I try to fight back my s.h.i.+ver, but it rocks my shoulders anyway.

Raiden talked about building an army, but in order to do that he'd need . . .

”Os said the Stormers captured twenty-nine Gales yesterday,” Gus tells us, like he knows what I'm thinking.