Infini (Aerial Ethereal #2)(116)

I’m not mad.

It must be an hour when I finish, and I sob into his Pillow Pet again, hugging it tight. Brenden rubs my back in a circular motion, and he wipes a fallen tear quickly so I don’t see.

I saw, obviously.

“I’ve been afraid to tell you,” I reiterate for the millionth time.

“I would be too,” he says. “I don’t know if I would’ve ever…I don’t think I could’ve crossed AE.” Then again, he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble in the first place.

Knees tucked to my chest, I rest my cheek on the pillow and look at Brenden, my waterworks slowing. He keeps his warm palm on my back.

“I’m sorry for lying,” I whisper, “and for all the times I made your life harder.”

Brenden shakes his head like I don’t need to apologize for the twentieth time. “I love you, Bay. If I lost you with Mom and Dad…” He tries to sniff his tears away, and he wipes the corners of his eyes with this thumb. “You’re my heart.”

“Literally.” I eye his tattoo.

His lips curve high.

“I love you too,” I breathe, and the talk of love draws questions in his gaze.

“I didn’t know how much Luka meant to you, you know?”

I nod once. I couldn’t ever tell Brenden.

“You’ve never talked about him like you just did. Never. I mean, the way you just described the guy and all the time you’ve spent with him…it kind of reminded me of Dad’s novel.”

My eyes widen, surprised that he brought up Dad’s books first. “Which one?”

“Bones Against Bones.”

I know the quote before he says it aloud, and I shut my eyes and listen and feel the incoming words.

And Brenden recites, “I have lived partially. Halfly. Incompletely. To be whole, I did not know until my bones thundered and bellowed for more.”

More, I mouth the word.

Brenden hugs me to his side, and I lean my head on his shoulder. He’s the one who says, “Regardless of Luka, there’s hope in the future, Bay. I know it might be hard to see or feel right now, but it exists. You have to believe in it. Not a lot. Just a glimmer. Hold onto it.” He glances down at me. “You holding?”

I take a stronger breath. “Yeah. I am.”





Act Forty-Two

Baylee Wright




In the performance gym, I stretch on the blue mats with Brenden and Zhen, yawning in my armpit. We stayed up most of the night and early morning talking, and then 7:30 a.m. hit and we needed to leave for work.

What’s strange is that more than half of Infini’s cast is late. All of the Kotovas are straggling, and other artists loiter around the locker room longer than normal.

I barely reach for my foot. I’m distracted by the constant mutterings from passersby. The side-glances and even some pointing. All directed at me.

I don’t believe Brenden shared my secrets, but I grow antsy and turn to them. “You are seeing the same thing as me, right?”

Brenden and Zhen scan our surroundings.

“Maybe one of us has toilet paper stuck to our ass,” Zhen quips and checks his butt. “Not me.”

Brenden lifts his ass up to Zhen.

“Not you either.”

“I thought for sure it was me.” Brenden plops down with a grin.

I say, “I’m serious.”

“We know,” they both reply in unison.

I elbow Brenden and crane my neck for answers. Dimitri. I see him speaking to his brothers hastily by a water fountain, and they’re all nodding in agreement.

They must all be distraught over Luka quitting.

I frown deeply at the tiny squared windows of the blue double doors, leading into the hallway. Offices on the other side.

I spy bodies darting down the hallway. I just see flashes of people through the windows. Moving quickly. Hurriedly. None of these bodies enter the gym yet, so I assume they’re slipping into offices instead.

I have a nagging feeling something big is happening.

Zhen rises to his feet. “I think I should…ask around.” He sees what I see.

“Good idea,” Brenden says, zoned in on a group of girls gawking at me. “Try Reesha and Lanie. They look like they know something.”

“Already there.” Zhen waves us goodbye, even though he’s going thirty feet or less.

I think Brenden would follow if I didn’t soak his Pillow Pet with my snot. Meaning, he wants to keep me company while I’m blue.

Brenden scoots closer, and I half-heartedly stretch my arm over my chest. I could text Katya, but if it’s just everyone upset about Luka’s departure, I don’t want to poke at her wounds.

Brenden takes out his phone. I kept mine near too, but I don’t retrieve it.

“Can you text Luka?” I ask hesitantly. “See if he knows something—”

“I’m already on it,” Brenden tells me.

I nod, but I’m still uneasy.

Zhen returns slowly, like he just saw a hoard of naked people, and he’s unsure of how to relay the image.

I frown at him. “It can’t be that embarrassing.”

He opens his mouth but then tilts his head, quizzical? I don’t know that look.

“I’ve heard all your boner stories,” I say to prove a point. “Ninety-percent were boring, Zhen. Okay, so whatever’s going on—it won’t faze me. I’m cool.” I feel like I’m trying to convince my older brother’s best friend that I’m part of the “cool mature club”—which, really, is what’s happening.