Of Breakable Things (41 page)

Alex was feeling more and more lightheaded, and she reached out to stabilize herself against the counter. There was no explanation why she was so similar to this girl.

“Sit down,” Duvall ordered. “You just came back to the land of the somewhat living.” She patted Alex’s arm and continued to mix ingredients. “Raive heard Josephine’s thoughts when she went into hiding, and that’s how he found her. She tried to run from it, and she tried to fight it, but the world wouldn’t let her. Some things are just bigger than us. It’s foolish to think that we can manipulate that.” She bit her lip. “I couldn’t predict Syrus Raive’s future as she could, but I could taste his betrayal.”

Alex felt the desire to tell the truth. “I found letters that he wrote to Sephi. He never said his real name. He signed it Eviar. I had no idea it was him.”

Duvall rested her elbow on the edge of the table and leaned towards Alex.

“He seems pretty young. It’s mainly about school. But I can’t read half of them because they’re written in some strange ink.”

“The ink you questioned me about?” Duvall asked. She analyzed Alex like it was the first time she’d ever laid eyes on her. “When did the ink disappear?”

“After I tried to let Chase read them.”

“Hmm, yes, magic is unforgiving sometimes.”

“I can still see half of them.”

“Peculiar,” Duvall whispered. “May I have the opportunity to look at the letters?”

“I don’t know,” Alex said warily. “The last time I tried to show them to someone else, they disappeared on me.”

“I might be able to find a loophole. Where did you find these letters?”

“In Moribund.”

“Isn’t that interesting?” There was dry humor in her tone. “Were they in a box?”

“Yes. How did you know that?”

“If you were able to see the contents of that box, you must have some connection to Sephi, by relation or not.”

“You said it was impossible.”

“I’m a firm believer in the impossible.”

“Didn’t you say before it could be a glitch? If the person didn’t know what they were doing.”

“Oh, they knew what they were doing.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I created that box.”

“You?”

“Of course. I designed it. And that box wouldn’t have shown itself to you unless it felt some sort of allegiance. Whoever put it there wanted to know if you could see it.”

Alex shifted on the desk.

Duvall mumbled under her breath, raking her fingers through her erratic hair and causing it to stand on end.

“Professor?”

She waved her hand towards to door. “I think that’s enough. Go enjoy being awake for a change.”

The fumes in the ABC room, mixed with her confusion, made Alex woozy. She gladly escaped, picking up her pace the closer she came to the exit. Outside, the sun fell over the town like a spotlight. She’d never seen the city so bright.

Chase’s feet dangled from the edge of the picnic table. He lay sprawled in the sunshine with his eyes shut tightly. The light radiated from him so brightly he could have been an angel. He looked so young. She’d never understand how it was possible to love someone so much that she could ignore how terrified it made her.

Chase turned his head and opened his eyes, finding Alex with a smile. When she reached him, he braided his fingers in hers, and pleasant zings of electricity shook her body.

“How was your chat with Professor Crazy?”

Alex blinked against the glare of the sun. “You weren’t listening?”

“Nah.”

Her mind ached thinking of Duvall’s warnings about keeping one’s thoughts to one’s self. “I have a lot to tell you.”

Chase jumped off the picnic table. He slid his arm around her, leading her away from the shade of the towers and into the rays of the sun. “I have a feeling it won’t be a light conversation.”

“It may take a while.”

Chase let out a small laugh and pulled her in close. “Let’s save it for later. We have all the time in world.”

Alex nodded and curled her hand around the edges of a small note, the one she’d found in her pocket at the medical center. A scrawling of an hourglass. Had someone placed it there? Had her mind created it somehow? She wanted desperately to know, but she held her tongue and stuffed the note deeper into her pocket, saving it for another time. Chase was right. They did have time. A luxury she might never get used to.

She stepped away from him and stretched out her arms, opening her palms toward the heavens. And then, she did something she’d never done in life. She twirled. She threw back her head, absorbing the energy of the sunlight, and she spun and spun until her mind became the clouds and her vision became the whirling wind.

Alex had once believed that when she died everything that made her weak— her love, her sadness, her pain—would all spill out of her body and into the world. And maybe once she really truly died, whenever that might be,
if
ever that might be, her emotions would leave her, since there would be nothing to contain them. They would dissolve into the air until they were nothing, or perhaps even find the closest object to cling to. But not love. Love, she believed, would ride the wind until it found the sky, shining its beauty on the world below.

Perhaps that is the only thing truly immortal.

A. Lynden Rolland

A. Lynden Rolland
is a former high school English teacher and writing tutor. She resides just outside of Annapolis, Maryland.
Of Breakable Things
is her first novel.

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Bromwyn peeked inside the baker’s doorway, looking for a glimpse of red hair. But no—if Rusty was in the shop at all, he was out of her view. If anything, he was probably running ingredients from the basement storehouse to the ovens in the back, judging by the line of customers waiting their turn. Bromwyn smiled as she imagined Rusty covered in enough powdered sugar to turn his hair pink.

As she walked past the bakery, she felt a soft nudge against her back.

Her hand whipped out behind her, and she grabbed hold. There was a yelp as she yanked her arm forward, and now in front of her was a mudrat of a child, whom she held by one skinny arm.

He blinked wide brown eyes at her, looking like quite the waif as he obviously prepared to give her a sad tale of parents lost and an empty belly forcing him to steal. Then something passed over his dirty face, and his eyes became glassy with fear.

“Lady Witch,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was you! I swear it!”

She released him, but he stood rooted to the spot. Maybe one day, she would appreciate people’s fear of her, as her grandmother insisted again and again. But right now, all it did was make her feel tired, and uneasy, and very much the monster.