Vanish (Firelight #2)(13)

“I meant an adjustment for you,” he smoothly inserts, his voice as slick as oil.

The pulse at my neck skitters erratically. “Me?”

His shoes scrape loose gravel on the path. The sound frays my nerves. “Yeah. You’re not top dog around here anymore.”

I quicken my pace through the town center, past the school and meeting hall, eager to reach Nidia’s. “It was never like that.”

“Yeah, it was. But now there’s two of you. You’ve got some competition.”

I stop and face him even as a part of me just wants to walk faster and leave him far behind. That or punch him.

He arches a golden eyebrow. “I’m just saying.” He waves a hand. “Cassian can’t have both of you.”

I stare hard at him. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even look away.

I cross my arms over my chest and decide to get to the point. “Meaning you have a shot at one of us now?”

He smiles that non-smile again, and I suddenly loathe him—this grasping, greedy boy that sees me or my sister as a way to climb the ranks. I despise that he thinks he can possess whoever Cassian doesn’t want. Because it’s as simple as Cassian choosing. And Corbin taking, seizing the leftovers like any foraging dog. My muscles tense in anger. Like hell.

I snort and turn, start walking again, my steps faster, hard nips into the ground. “It’s not going to happen,” I toss over my shoulder.

“You can’t run from it, Jacinda. Not anymore.”

“From what?” I whirl around, wanting to be perfectly clear on whatever he’s implying.

“If you don’t pair up with Cassian, my uncle will look to me next. We could be good together, Jacinda.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

His chest swells with self-importance. “My bloodline has led this pride for the last four centuries. Even your father could not usurp my family’s power.”

“What do you know about my father?” I charge forward.

“Just what I’ve been told. Before he disappeared, he was constantly challenging my uncle. To no avail. My family is the best suited to rule this pride. We’ve always been the strongest . . . and we’ll only grow stronger with a fire-breather and a shader added to our line.”

I feel my face grow clammy-cold at the thought of Corbin and me, and I admit to myself that the idea of Cassian never made me feel this ill.

“You’re nuts.” I continue walking, relief flooding me when he doesn’t follow.

“You don’t get to decide anymore, Jacinda!” he calls after me. “You lost that chance. It’s going to be me or Cassian.”

I know this is not an idle threat. He’s Severin’s favored nephew, after all. He would know things. Things I wouldn’t. And unlike Cassian, he’s not trying to help me behind the scenes.

I tell myself to be glad he told me his plans. Now I can work to make certain that they don’t happen. Tamra and I aren’t going to be bullied into bonding with anyone. Unless we want to, of course. I wince, thinking that Tamra would most definitely want to bond with Cassian.

Corbin’s voice follows me through the mist. “Tell Tamra I’ll stop by later.”

And this makes me shiver.

I suppose I should want him to pair up with Tamra. To spare me from the awful prospect of him. But I wouldn’t wish him on my worst enemy, much less my own sister.

I stride toward Nidia’s with determined steps, working to convince myself that the pride isn’t some fascist regime where its inhabitants suffer total subjugation. It isn’t. It’s the only place my draki can live in freedom. I slow as I approach the cottage, noticing a lone figure standing guard just inside the arched entry to the township. As I approach, I recognize Gil, a friend of Cassian’s.

I wave at him in greeting.

“Going to see your sister?” he calls.

I nod, then frown at the goofy grin splitting his face. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Hi,” I echo.

Gil had never paid any attention to my sister before. As far as I know, he’s never even spoken to her before. He’s one of the many who looked through her rather than at her. Now he wants me to pass along a hello?

Disgust washes through me. Just like it was with me, no one really cares about Tamra. They don’t care about the girl, just the talent.

At my knock, Nidia answers the door. With a wave, she motions me inside her cottage that always smells of herbs and baking bread. My refuge so many times. Especially after Dad died. Now it’s Tamra’s refuge.

I step into the welcoming warmth. And stop cold.

I’m not the only one visiting this morning.

My sister lounges on the couch. A blanket is tucked around her and she holds a steaming mug in her hands. She no longer looks like my twin. Icy hair, red no more, flows past her shoulders. She still manages to coif it perfectly, better than I could ever fix my hair, and I wonder whether Nidia owns a flat iron. It’s amazing how her new hair color changes everything about her. Even her face looks different, bears little resemblance to mine. Especially with those frosty gray eyes.

My gaze skips to her visitor, sitting so close, relaxed on a foot stool beside the couch. Cassian smiles at my sister in an easy, unguarded way. It’s a smile he wore often when we were carefree children.