In the Amherst square, we sat on a park bench for a couple of hours and made up stories about everyone who passed by—the woman in a red jacket was a secret agent, and that gray-haired man getting into a car nearby had the confidential files she needed to save the world. The old lady across the street had once been a showgirl back in the fifties, dancing around Las Vegas wearing a feathered headdress and sequined bikini. We knew the whole time that our lives were probably stranger than anything we could make up for anybody else, but that didn’t make the game less fun.
At the bookstore, we compared notes on our favorite childhood novels. It turned out we both loved the Chronicles of Narnia.
“I never realized that they were Christian,” I confessed. “Looking back, it’s so totally obvious that I feel stupid for not getting it. But, you know, my parents—it’s not like they were taking me to church much.”
That was Lucas’s cue to laugh. Instead, he studied me gravely, and I thought I detected a slight uncertainty in his eyes. “Does it affect you now? The God stuff in the books, I mean.”
“Reading about it? No. It probably never will, either. I can remember Mom reading Voyage of the Dawn Treader out loud. It’s the visual symbols that are the problem.” We were sitting on the floor of the downstairs textbook section, away from most of the customers. As it was the middle of the term, no students seemed likely to interrupt. I risked asking, “Have you felt anything different? You know—your powers?
“I feel stronger. Run faster. A couple people here have commented on it, but not like they’re suspicious. They just think I’m working out. I mean, I’m strong, but it’s not like I’m doing anything supernatural. Mrs. Bethany said I’d start feeling some drawbacks as well as some benefits, but nothing.”
“Maybe not yet, but someday.” Hope flickered inside me like a candle. “You’ve already said you’ve thought about leaving Black Cross.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what would come after that, for me. Could I just—get a job? This is the only thing I know how to do, and I don’t think there’s a whole lot of openings in the field.” He sighed. “Bianca, I never even went to high school, unless you count that year at Evernight. I’ve read and studied on my own, but it’s not the same. All these college textbooks—this is like a foreign world to me. A place I couldn’t ever get to go.”
“There are ways to do it without high school. You could earn a GED, easy.”
“Then what? No scholarships for GED students, and there’s no way Mom would ever pay. What money she has is for Black Cross. That’s the beginning, middle, and end of the story. Maybe I could work my way through, but—I don’t know.” He swallowed hard, and I could tell he’d thought about this a lot. “I guess I haven’t given up the idea. But it doesn’t seem likely.”
There was nothing for me to say that was equal to how trapped he felt; I had no information to share, no comfort to give. I simply took his hand. “What would you study? In college, I mean.”
“Law, I think.”
“Law? I can’t see you with a briefcase and three-piece suit.”
“I’d wear it if it meant I got to put the bad guys away.” Lucas tried to smile. “Wore that stupid Evernight uniform, didn’t I?”
“Don’t laugh. I still have to wear it.”
He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “I don’t have to ask you. You’d study astronomy.” I nodded. “What is it that you love so much about it? You’ve showed me every single constellation, but you never said why it is you watch the stars.”
I put my arms across my knees and rested my chin against them, considering. Although I knew the answer, it was important to tell Lucas in a way that he would understand. “My parents told me what I truly was when I was very small, as soon as they thought I could keep a secret. They made it sound like something special. A big adventure. I thought it was like in the fairy tales, when the girl who sweeps out the cottage finds out that she’s really a princess and one day the prince is going to come for her. Like the secret inside me was magic.”
Lucas looked as though he wanted to ask a question, but he must have seen that I was struggling for the right words, because he watched me in silence.
“The first time I realized that it wasn’t just fun and magic—the first time I knew there was anything bad about being a—” I glanced around. This area of the bookstore was still empty, but I talked around the V word anyway. “—anything bad about it was the first time I realized that I would never die, but all my Arrowwood friends would. Carrie and Tom and Renee—they were all going to die. All of them. They would get old and be gone, and I’d be alone. It scared me, because I realized that of all the people I loved in the world, there would be so few I would ever get to keep.”
Softly, Lucas cupped my cheek in one hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept going. “So I tried to think what I could keep. If there was anything that would stay with me always.”
“The stars,” Lucas said. “You knew you would always have the stars.”
I nodded, and I knew he understood everything. He took me in his arms and held me so tightly that I could believe Lucas would be with me forever, too.
In the late afternoon, Lucas drove me back to Evernight Academy in Kate’s old pickup truck. We got there at dusk, though the weather was so gloomy that it seemed almost like night. Fog had crept into the hills, obscuring everything more than a few feet away and painting the world milky gray. It wasn’t like Lucas could drop me off at the front door, but he pulled up on a side road on the edge of the nearby woods. From there it would be easy for me to hike back—ten minutes’ walk, tops. I knew I needed to put in an appearance soon to keep Raquel from asking questions, but I lingered in Lucas’s embrace as long as I could. We kissed until the truck windows fogged up inside, and I didn’t want it to ever end. But I could feel the nearness of Evernight, as if the building’s shadow were falling over us.
“I can’t go another six months without seeing you,” Lucas murmured into my hair. “We have to meet up soon.”
“Anytime. You know that. Just e-mail me—I can give you my Hotmail account, and it’s not like Mrs. Bethany has the password to that one.”
“Won’t work. We aren’t allowed to have laptops or anything, not since we got caught out three years ago by a couple of vampires who had learned about hacking.” Lucas sighed. “I could try to get to a library sometime, but I never know when we’re going to go into lockdown. When that happens, we get stuck in the cell so that we can’t go out for any reason.”
o;Reading about it? No. It probably never will, either. I can remember Mom reading Voyage of the Dawn Treader out loud. It’s the visual symbols that are the problem.” We were sitting on the floor of the downstairs textbook section, away from most of the customers. As it was the middle of the term, no students seemed likely to interrupt. I risked asking, “Have you felt anything different? You know—your powers?
“I feel stronger. Run faster. A couple people here have commented on it, but not like they’re suspicious. They just think I’m working out. I mean, I’m strong, but it’s not like I’m doing anything supernatural. Mrs. Bethany said I’d start feeling some drawbacks as well as some benefits, but nothing.”
“Maybe not yet, but someday.” Hope flickered inside me like a candle. “You’ve already said you’ve thought about leaving Black Cross.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what would come after that, for me. Could I just—get a job? This is the only thing I know how to do, and I don’t think there’s a whole lot of openings in the field.” He sighed. “Bianca, I never even went to high school, unless you count that year at Evernight. I’ve read and studied on my own, but it’s not the same. All these college textbooks—this is like a foreign world to me. A place I couldn’t ever get to go.”