circle, and my familyâs singing âHappy Birthday.â The candles are lit, and thereâre seventeen of them.
For the first time in years, my wish doesnât have to be please, let me live .
I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and blow the candles out. When I open them, Jasonâs watching me. I canât read the look on his face.
I cut the cake, slicing through the ship in the center, and giving him the piece with the squallwhale. I give each of my parents some clouds and Eli a stormshark. I give myself a piece of sky with nothing in it, so I can imagine Aza Ray Quel on my piece, and Caru singing with her.
So I can imagine everything I canât have.
Later, I walk Jason to his car, and we look out at the sky together, thinking our own thoughts, maybe the same, maybe not. I can see Magonia, because Magoniaâs everywhere. No Caru, but also no visible badness. A catamaran moving dozily across the clouds. A small pod of squallwhales, too far away to hear theirsongs. The moonâs full and yellow, and I almost cry, but I donât.
âShooting star,â Jason says abruptly, and points. We both watch it arc across the sky, shockingly bright. It could be a message from one Magonian captain to another, or maybe itâs just a piece of rock hurtling through the atmosphere. Sound and fury signifying zilch.
âWhatâs going on with you? Really. What arenât you telling me?â Jason says, his left eyebrow so on point that I canât evade it. I feel like his brain has bored a hole in mine, and now heâs wandering through all the skull passageways that, for anyone else, would only be accessible with six sets of keys and a series of increasingly arcane lock combinations.
Okay, then. Look at my soul if you want to look at it. Itâs a pissed-off soul.
I let loose. âAre you ordering me around on purpose?â
âWhat do you mean?â
â Youâre not going anywhere , I quote. Let me just say, if I was going anywhere, itâd be my business. Even if I was going to see if I could find Heyward.â
I donât know why Iâm so irritated. Jason can be obnoxious. This is a thing I know. I can also be obnoxious. But thereâs something in the way heâs been lately, something about how heâs like . . .
So convinced he knows whatâs good for me. How does he know? I donât even know. But the more he acts like he knows everything about my future happiness, the more Iâm like, THERE MAY BE DEVELOPMENTS.
âYou donât know what Heywardâs like,â he says.
âI donât? You mean I didnât have a giant battle with her lastyear? On a ship? Apparently it wasnât me who did that. Wait, was it you?â
âI spent more time with her than you did,â he says. âShe tried to KILL me .â
Yeah, I want to say. She tried to kill me too. But I nearly turned her to stone using only my voice . If anyoneâs got the skills to fight her, itâs me. I compromise.
âMaybe I want to find her because Iâm worried she might try that again, on you, on Eli, on my parents. Did you think of that, or did you just think I wanted a random adventure?â
Jason relents.
âPlease,â he says. âJust . . . donât go looking for her tonight.â
I feel prickly all over. âShould I just sit here and wait for her to show up and hurt someone I love?â
âMaybe we should tell someone?â
âWhat someone would that be?â
âThe authorities. There must be someone who could help.â
I stare at Jason. âWHAT authorities ? Which ones? The ones in charge of Magonia? No one down here knows thereâs anything up there! Seriously? You want us to get hauled into some psych ward? Because thatâs whatâd happen. Or theyâd just think we were hoaxing again. Weâve hoaxed before, Kerwin.â
âMaybe things are changing up there,â he says.
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