Let the Storm Break (Sky Fall #2)(71)

“If something’s changed, you need to tell me. I don’t . . .” My voice hitches and I clear my throat. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck with me.”

She turns back toward me, her expression impossible to read. “I don’t want you to feel stuck with me. Now that you’ve met Solana—”

“Oh my God—is that what this is about?”

I’m so relieved I can’t help laughing as I grab her and pull her close—which turns out to be a bad idea because I’m still shirtless and holy crap her dress is backless. I take a deep breath, trying to remember what I was going to say, and finally manage to mumble, “Solana’s a nice girl, but she’ll never be you.”

“But . . . how can you want to be with the girl whose mother killed your parents?”

She dips her chin, but I tilt it back up, forcing her to look at me. “I will never blame you for that, Audra. I’m not even sure if I totally blame your mom anymore. Especially now that she’s . . .”

Audra closes her eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about that sooner,” I mumble. “I didn’t know what to say.”

It’s a weak excuse even to me, but Audra lets me get away with it. She just sits there, looking so heartbreakingly sad.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“My mother?” She shakes her head. “No. She chose her own path. But . . .”

“But?” I prompt when she doesn’t finish.

Audra sighs, dropping her eyes to the neckline of her dress. I try not to follow her stare—but it’s not easy.

“What is it?” I ask quietly.

“I’m just . . . such a mess. Between my mother and the Gales and . . .” She sighs again and her whole body droops. “Solana’s so perfect and pretty and—”

There’s only one way to stop this insanity. I pull her closer and kiss her with everything I have.

She sinks into my arms, parting her lips as she presses her body against me. The rush of heat makes my head spin, or maybe that’s from all the skin touching skin. Her lips trail down my neck and I realize that if I let this keep going I won’t be able to stop—and we’re kind of running out of time here. So with the last of my willpower I kiss her one more time and break away.

“Now will you believe that I want to be with you?” I ask, grinning when I see the way she’s gasping for breath.

Her smile fades. “You could have anyone.”

“Ha! I seriously doubt that. I was hardly a hit with the human girls—and not just because of you, though you definitely didn’t help. But more importantly, are you ever going to stop doubting me? Or do I need to, like, get your name tattooed across my body—because I’m really not a fan of needles, but I’ll put a big ‘I Heart Audra’ right here if I need to.”

I wave my hand across my chest.

She shakes her head and I pull her back, resisting the urge to kiss her again as I whisper in her ear. “I choose you. And if anyone ever tries to break our bond, I’ll destroy them—and then I’ll chase you down and beg until you to let me form it again.”

She smiles against my neck, giving me goose bumps, before she tilts her chin up and whispers, “Then what are we going to do about Os?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t trust him,” I whisper back, feeling better just saying it out loud.

“Me either,” she admits after a second. “So you’re not going to teach him Westerly?”

“I don’t think I physically can. I feel like passing out just thinking about it. But what about the rest of the Gales? I don’t know how I’ll live with myself if I let more of them die for me—”

“It’s not your responsibility to worry about the other guardians.” She traces her fingers along the edge of my bruise, letting her sparks ease some of the ache. “You’re putting your life on the line too—and they knew the risks when they took their oath. They all know their jobs could end in their deaths.”

The word feels like it casts a shadow over us.

A battle to the death.

I suppose I could send them away, but I really don’t think Audra and I are strong enough to take all the Stormers on by ourselves. And if the Living Storms get loose in the valley . . .

I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest as I realize what I’m forgetting, and I stumble to my nightstand to grab my long abandoned cell phone.

“What’s wrong?” Audra asks as I switch it on and dial, relieved that it still has a little battery left.

“Someone better be dead,” Isaac grumbles as he answers, which makes me realize what time it is. The clock by my bed says quarter to six.

“Hey,” I mumble, bracing for how awkward this is going to be. “I know this is going to sound strange, but . . . I need you to head out of town for the next few days. Like now.”

I can hear the covers rustle like he’s sitting up in bed. “Are you high?”

“No—and I’m not drunk, either, if that’s your next question. Just trust me when I say that you’ll be much safer if you get out of the desert for a bit.Take Shelby and your family, too. My parents went to Mexico, maybe you can meet up with them there.”

“So . . . let me get this straight,”Isaac says after an endless silence. “I don’t hear from you for, like, two and a half weeks—and now you call me at the crack of dawn telling me to pack up and head to Mexico with your parents? And I’m supposed to believe that you’re not on drugs?”