Their Fractured Light (Starbound #3)(64)
Lilac takes a step forward, moving away from Tarver’s hand, her eyes on my face. “I’m sorry I never came to see you after—” Her voice cracks, and she tries again. “I was only fourteen. I was heartbroken, and it was my fault, and I couldn’t…”
I can feel Flynn’s and Jubilee’s stares, but worse, I can feel Sofia’s eyes on me, and some distant part of my mind wonders how much of this story she’s able to put together from the fragments. Focus on that. Focus on her. Don’t think about Simon. The blood’s roaring in my ears, rushing like wind, like whispering voices. I try to focus on that and not on the girl in front of me.
“I loved your brother, Giddy.” Lilac pauses, not coming any closer to me, though I can tell from her body language that she wants to. “I never wanted anything to happen to him. And I never, never forgot him.”
Behind her, her fiancé is silent. If hearing Lilac talk about her so-called love for another guy hurts him, Tarver doesn’t show it.
“Yeah, well.” I long to shove my hands into my pockets, slouch my shoulders, hide away from all of this. Face-to-face stuff is Sofia’s thing, not mine. “That makes two of us. At least you had no problem moving on.”
“That’s not fair.” Lilac’s voice quickens a little, making the blood surge harder in my ears. “Giddy—Gideon—just because I fell in love with Tarver, that doesn’t change the way I felt about Simon. Simon is—Simon will always be—with me. The same way he’ll always be with you.” She lets her breath out, long and slow. “You look so much like him.”
“Well, you must not think much of either of us, then, if your first thought was that I helped you guys with security just so I could screw you over.”
“Why all the secrecy then?” Lilac demands. “Why hide behind pseudonyms and, and—why not just tell us who you were?”
“Because that’s not who I am anymore,” I spit back, trying and failing to find calm. “Simon’s little brother died when he did.”
Lilac is slow to answer. “Then I have that on my conscience too.”
“Look,” says Tarver, breaking into the conversation gently. “Whatever’s going on here, this isn’t the time or the place to talk about it. From the look of it, we’re not the only ones you’ve been deceiving.” His gaze flicks over toward Sofia, and abruptly I realize that he sees far more than he seems to.
When I follow his gaze, Sofia looks back at me for a long moment, her face wooden. I know I’ve lost her. I lost her the moment she found my brother’s playing card. But now, with this link to Lilac LaRoux, I’ve lost her even as an ally, and I’m not prepared for the depth of that cut, the burn of it in my chest. It’s like a tangible blow, so visceral I can almost taste it in my mouth, a bitter flood of copper.
Flynn Cormac finally finds his voice, though it’s soft. “They’re here for the whispers. They know what he’s doing with them. We have to talk about this.”
“And we will,” Tarver agrees, calm. “But Lilac and I have to get back before we’re missed. She’s still got her speech to make.”
“Right, wouldn’t want to miss the champagne and caviar.” My voice sounds cutting, hateful, even to my own ears. I’m grappling for any handhold. I’m in free fall.
“That’s it,” Lilac bursts out, her eyes looking for just a moment so like her father’s that I take a step back. This fire, she never had that before. I’m not the only one who’s changed since we were children. “For God’s sake, Gideon, do you really think so little of me that you believe I came here to Corinth to celebrate this—this sick display?”
“I don’t know the first thing about you,” I reply quietly. “And I don’t want to.”
“Well, you need to,” Jubilee says, her hand resting on Flynn’s shoulder. “We’re all here for the same reason. We’re all here for this rift, to find out what her father’s doing with the whispers. We’re here to find it out, and drag it into the light.”
“Flynn, how can you—” Sofia’s voice breaks. “She’s his family.”
“Yes,” Lilac snaps, quick and sharp. “So I know exactly what he is.”
I have only the briefest of seconds for that to sink in, the realization that maybe we’re not on opposite sides, that we’re after the same thing, before the roaring in my ears suddenly crescendos. Sofia takes a staggering step back, shaking her head as though to clear it, and abruptly I realize: it’s not my pulse I’m hearing. It’s not in my head at all. The air is full of whispering, and before I can speak, the whispers turn to a scream, tearing down the length of the deck.
It hits Lilac like a gale-force wind, tossing her dress and her hair back and knocking her heavily against Tarver—but it doesn’t touch anyone else. For us, the air has the kind of stillness you only get in space, behind a dozen different airlocks.
“Lilac?” Tarver’s voice is urgent, and I can see him swallowing—he’s got the same taste in his mouth that I do, a thick, metallic tang like blood, or electricity. “Are you—”
“Fine,” she gasps, hands curling around his sleeves as she gets her feet under herself again. “It’s them. I can feel them, trying to…It’s okay. I’m okay now, it’s under control.”