Broken Skies

A shocked look crosses his face for a moment and then he nods. “Fair enough.” His teeth press against his lower lip. “The emotional co

Emotional ties? No time to dwell on that now. There are more pressing questions rushing past my lips. “Does this mean that anyone in the city can get into my head? Can they read my thoughts?”

“No.”

That was a very quick answer. I narrow my eyes. “You seem awfully sure about that.”

He becomes rather fascinated with the seat in front of him and rubs the back of his neck with one hand. “I told you before about the functionality of the kitu as a communication device, so we can communicate mind to mind, but unless you send the thoughts out there, broadcast them, no one else can pick up on them. Well, not without a kiun anyway.”

“What—”

“Not something you need to worry about.”

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” Actually it was, but then a pretty clear image of some sort of fancy headband popped into my head. Wasn’t anything I’ve ever seen, so it had to be from him. Can’t read minds my ass. Or maybe…I can? I squint my eyes and stare at him but nothing happens.

Lir gives me a confused look and raises an eyebrow. “There’s something else. I—”

“How did you hear rumors about me, about what I am, if you guys are supposed to stay in your city?”

He presses his lips together and shakes his head. “I will get to that, but what I have to say is more important right now. The—”

“No. Answer my question.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“The rumors aren’t from the humans. We have rumors of our own about what your friend called our ‘early arrival program.’ Your half-alien heritage isn’t exactly an accident.” At my silence, he continues. “When our planet started to fail, we sent scouts here, to research, blend in, find out if this planet was compatible. They arrived about ten years before what you call the Collapse. The team found that although their kitus allowed them to live comfortably, the atmosphere wasn’t quite right and would not be compatible for any children born here. There were efforts to create a hybrid….” He squeezes his eyes shut and drives his teeth into his lower lip. “…an organism our scientists could study to help us make any necessary adjustments to our own biology. The last transmission we ever received from Earth declared the attempts to combine human DNA with ours a failure. That was only days before the events that led up to the almost total decimation of this planet and the human race. But we had no other options. We came to Earth anyway. Put the dome in place to protect the kitu-less children until a solution could be found. But you… you’re going to change everything. They’ll let you stay—”

Any other words crossing his lips don’t even register to me. Three phrases echo in my head. An experiment. An organism. For study… Flint was wrong about the weapon part but spot on about the carting me off to be a prisoner in this city. I’m across the seat, my back against the door and my fingers scrabbling for the handle almost before I can blink. Far, far away from the traitorous boy who pretended to care. I dig my nails into my palms until the backs of my eyes burn, desperate to stop my hands from shaking.

“Jax…” His voice is soft and his eyes plead with me to understand… What the hell am I supposed to understand? “Let me explain.”

Lir scoots forward. Once he’s in reach, my hand flies out, landing across his cheek with a loud crack. For the lies? For the manipulation? Or for the humiliation for thinking he actually cared about me?

“I don’t want your explanation.” I’m lost, alone and cornered, my words bitter barbs meant to cut and hurt and stick. “Have you been lying the whole time or just since you figured out what I am? Thought you’d just toy with the stupid, stupid girl you could manipulate with a wink and a kiss. And all along I’m some sort of experiment for you to toy with.”

“No! That’s not what you are to me!” The blazing green fire of his eyes stands out against his cheek, bright red with the imprint of my hand. He reaches forward, but I bat away the hand he raises to touch my arm, my cheek, my something.

“Get back!” He doesn’t listen.

“Jax…”

“When they take me will you hear my screams in your head like I hear Jace’s? How far could I broadcast? Can I make you all hear it, feel it?”

A lukewarm cocktail of worry spiked with guilt pours into me. Not mine. I flush it out with my own flaring rage, but without the heat of my anger, frosty fear takes over. Ice in my veins, freezing my limbs but leaving my head to spin. They’re going to put me in that white, white room.

Jace! My brother’s name becomes a chant in my head and my hands start to shake. I’m too frozen to move away when Lir grabs my upper arms and pulls me toward him.

His arms wrap around my back in a tight hug, pressing me against him. “Just listen to me. Please!”

The urge to relax into his embrace wars with my raging desire to flee. Flee the vehicle, flee the road, flee… to where? There’s nowhere for me to go, not without Jace. I force my limbs to relax and pull back.

A heated intensity brews in his eyes. “That’s not what you are to me.” And then his mouth is on mine.

My body freezes at first, but then gradually relaxes against him and his lips move softly against mine. The movement is gentle and unsure, fiery, but not demanding. I tentatively move my hands to his hair, trailing my nails over his scalp and Lir makes a sound in the back of his throat and pulls me closer. When my hand reaches his neck, I trace the scales there with one fingertip, making small circles against them. Every part of him that touches me causes tingles to rise up and race over my body.

There’s more to this kiss, a tiny shift, a spark, a rush of something that I don’t understand, but I lose myself in it anyway, giving myself the luxury of pushing aside all the worries and questions in my head. The co

Lir pulls away, presses another soft kiss on my lips, runs his hand down my cheek and then turns back to the steering wheel. “This isn’t going to be easy. I will do everything in my power to protect you and get your brother back, but you have to trust me. Please.” I nod slowly and he pulls back on to the road without another word.

Stu

TWENTY

The large buildings that towered when they were in the distance seem even more impossibly large as we get closer. I’ve never seen anything like it and my eyes widen with awe. Bridgelake, always so large to me before, is dwarfed by this place. I’m not entirely sure what the city looked like before, but I can’t imagine it was anything like it is now. Shiny, clean and perfect, the city stretches out for at least a few miles. Small buildings line the road, increasing in size toward the center where three large towers are arranged in a circle. The design is almost too uniform. The E’rikon must have done much more than just rebuild. To achieve this, they would have had to raze the city to the ground and recreate it how they wanted it. This is no longer a city built by human hands.