“A display on the history of Matching,” Xander says quietly. He looks at me as though there’s some meaning there I should understand, but I don’t. I wasn’t paying close enough attention to the Official.
“Nine minutes,” he says without looking up.
“I still can’t believe they let you come,” I tell Xander. “I’m so glad they did. ”
“The timing was optimal,” Xander says. “I’m leaving Oria. I’m only passing through Tana on my way to Camas Province. ”
“What?” I blink in surprise. Camas is one of the Border Provinces, right along the edge of the Outer Provinces. I feel strangely untethered. Much as I love looking at the stars, I never learned to guide by them. I mark my course by people: Xander, a point on the map; my parents, another point; Ky, the final destination. When Xander moves, the geography of everything changes.
“I have my final work position,” Xander says. “It’s in Central. Like yours. But they want me to have experience in the Border Provinces first. ”
“Why?” I ask him softly.
Xander’s tone is sober. “There are things I need to learn there for my work assignment that I can’t learn anywhere else. ”
“And then to Central,” I say. The idea of Xander in Central feels right and final. Of course he would belong in the capital of the Society. Of course they would see his potential and bring him there. “You’re really leaving. ”
An expression of what looks like anger flashes momentarily across his face. “Do you have any idea what it’s like being left?”
“Of course I do,” I say, stung.
“No,” he says. “Not the way Ky left you. He didn’t want to go. Do you know what it’s like for someone to choose to leave you?”
“I didn’t choose to leave you behind. We were Relocated. ”
Xander exhales. “You still don’t understand,” he says. “You left me before you left Oria. ” He glances over at the Official and then back at me, his blue eyes serious. He’s changed, since I’ve seen him,
become harder. More careful.
More like Ky.
I know what he means now about my leaving. For Xander, I began to leave when I chose Ky.
Xander looks down at our hands, still clasped together.
My gaze follows his. His hand is strong, the knuckles rough. He can’t write with his hands, but they are quick and sure over the cards and in the games. This physical contact, though not with Ky, is still with someone I love. I hold on as if I won’t ever let go, and part of me doesn’t want to.
The air in the main hall feels cool and I shiver. Would you call this season late fall? Early winter? I can’t tell. The Society, with their extra crops, has blurred the line between seasons, between when you can plant and harvest and when you must let things lie. Xander takes his hands away and leans forward, looking at me deep. I catch myself gazing at his mouth, remembering our kiss back in the Borough, that sweet innocent kiss before everything changed. I think Xander and I would kiss differently now.
In a whisper that brushes along my collarbone, Xander asks, “Are you still going to the Outer Provinces to find him?”
“ Yes,” I whisper.
The Official calls out the time. Only a few minutes left. Xander forces a smile, tries to speak lightly. “You really want this? You want Ky, whatever the cost?” I can almost imagine the words the Official taps into the datapod as he watches us now: Female Matchee expressed some agitation, soon after the male Matchee told her about his field assignment in Camas. Male was able to console her.
“No,” I say. “Not at any cost. ”
Xander draws in his breath sharply. “So where do you draw the line? What won’t you give up?”
I swallow. “My family. ”
“But you don’t mind giving me up,” he says. His jaw tightens and he looks away. Look back, I think. Don’t you know that I love you, too? That you have been my friend for years? That I still feel Matched to you in some ways?
“I’m not,” I say softly. “I’m not giving you up. Look. ” And then I risk it. I pull open the bag and show him what’s still inside, what I kept. The blue tablets. Though he gave them to me to find Ky, they are still Xander’s gift.
Xander’s eyes widen. “You traded Ky’s compass?”
“Yes,” I say.
Xander smiles and in the expression I see surprise and cunning and happiness all mingled there together. I’ve surprised Xander—and myself. I love Xander in ways that are perhaps more complicated than I first expected.
But it’s Ky I have to find.
“It’s time,” the Official calls. The Officer looks in my direction.
“Good-bye,” I tell Xander, my voice catching.
“I don’t think so,” he says, and he leans down to kiss me the way I kissed him earlier, right near my mouth. If either of us moved a little, everything would change.
Chapter 5
KY
Vick and I lift one of the bodies and carry it toward a grave. I recite the words I say over all of the dead now:“For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place