Nightingale (13 page)

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As I shuffle back to my friends, I plan how to explain to Ryker that he will now be my mate. Telling him fast seems like the best option. The only question is, do I tell him alone or with Maz and Kyra present?

I mean, how do you tell your friend you quite possibly just ruined his life?

Unfortunately, my decision is made for me when I enter the front room and Maz and Kyra are absent.

Ryker lounges on the couch, his head propped against the arm and his legs scrunched up against the opposite end. He looks up from the book he’s reading. “Kyra said to tell you to be at her parents’ home by nine tomorrow. I think she also said something about candles, but it was hard to hear with her lips locked on Maz’s.”

“She wants me to count the candles. For the ceremony. To make sure she has the appropriate amount,” I say softly. Tomorrow, Kyra and Maz will be bound. Their lives will change forever.

And in a few moments, I’m going to change Ryker’s life. Forever.

“Lucky you.” Ryker swings his legs off the side of the couch and sits up. “I told them I’d wait, to make sure you were okay. Are you?”

I rest my hand against the side of my face. How do I tell him?

“My mother is upset about Miss Tully.”

“Miss Tully?”

“The old woman from last night.” I speak softly. “Do you remember?”

He tugs on the collar of his shirt. “Malin didn’t wipe my memory.”

Just tell him. Get it over with.

I grimace. “Mother gave me my own house. Since I have staff.” At least I think that’s what she said. I’m actually not sure at this point.

“And?” He keeps his arms folded across his chest.

If we’re going to be bound, he needs to know everything. It’s the only way this will work. I nibble the inside of my cheek. “Are you loyal? Can you keep a secret to protect a friend?”

“Absolutely.” He pulls on his left ear, a gesture that means this conversation is just between us. He then slips off his wristlet and shoves it in his pocket. I do the same.

A lump sits in the back of my throat and I swallow hard.

“What is it, Lark?”

“Beck and I are already bound.” The words rush out of me. “But no one other than my mother, Kyra, and Annalise know. It’s important no one else finds out. The Light witches tried to kill me when they saw and I doubt the Dark witches would take it any better.”

Ryker’s face is a mask of calmness as if he already knows. “Why are you telling me?”

I glance at the floor and mumble, “You and I are going to be bound. After my birthday.”

Silence.

I lift my head slowly, expecting to find Ryker enraged or perhaps even in shock.

Instead, his shoulders hunch forward and he nods his head. “I wondered when Malin would tell you.”

Every muscle in my body tenses. “What?”

He recoils slightly. “Didn’t she tell you I knew?”

“No.” The overhead lights flicker. “You knew? And you didn’t tell me? “

I creep closer to Ryker with my fists balled. He takes a step back, but his body is rigid. Like he expects me to attack.

“When did she tell you?” I demand.

“The day they brought you home. Malin called me into her office and explained everything.” His palms are upturned, defensive, and his eyes are fixed on me.

“She knew I would pick you! There never was a choice, was there?” I’m saying this more for my benefit than Ryker’s. Anger swells in me and I rush at him. My fist strikes his chest. “Was it all a lie?”

Ryker catches my hand and yanks my arm over my head. A sharp pain pinches my neck and I wince. He doesn’t let go, even when I kick his shin.

He bends so that his mouth is inches from my ear. “I’m loyal, Lark. Never,
ever
forget that.”

14

What is loyalty? I’ve asked myself this a hundred times since yesterday. Is it a commitment to the State? Or to the people in my life? And what if being loyal to one group conflicts with being loyal to the other?

Would I choose Beck over our people? If I’m forced to decide, who would I protect?

Who am I loyal too?

And what about Ryker? He said he was loyal, but he’s hidden things from me. And there’s no doubt in my mind, he works for my mother. Which means he views Beck as an enemy, not a friend.

“Stop looking so
deso
. I’m being bound! It’s time to celebrate!” Kyra stands in front of the full-length mirror in just her bralet and slip. She spins around to face me. “For serious, Lark. Try to look happy.”

She’s right. Today is about her and Maz. Not me and my problems. 

“Hold still, Kyra. This is going to take longer if you keep fidgeting,” her mother orders. She and the hair stylist have been brushing and tugging on Kyra’s curls for at least an hour. So far, I’ve seen no change. Her hair looks as unruly as ever.

“Can’t we just magic her hair into place?” I ask as I study Kyra’s reflection in the mirror. I’ve always thought she looked like a cross between Mother and Caitlyn Greene and now I know why.

Both Kyra and her mother giggle. “Lark, I swear, sometimes you’re too funny.” Kyra’s reflection winks at me. When I continue to scowl, she adds, “We’re being traditional.”

So that’s a ‘no,’ I guess.

Her mother hands emerald encrusted pins to the stylist and he jams them into Kyra’s hair. If it were me, I’d be flinching and crying out in pain, but Kyra doesn’t move.

I sigh. In a few days, I’m going to be the one standing before the mirror. Only there won’t be any smiles and laughter.

My binding is going to feel like a funeral.

All morning, I’ve been trying to decide if Kyra knows about Ryker, but it’s hard to tell with the way she’s bouncing around the room. Part of me believes she has to know. There’s no way Ryker didn’t tell Maz, who of course would tell Kyra. Plus, she made all those comments about Ryker and me.

Still, Kyra’s never been good at keeping secrets. And this is a big one.

She twists and turns before the mirror, admiring her reflection.

There’s no way she knows. Which means I have to find the right time to tell her. I know she’s going to think it’s a wonderful idea. But I don’t want to hear about how much sense it makes, or how perfect Ryker and I are for each other.

I want my best friend to at least try to understand how binding to another boy, even if it’s in name only, makes my skin crawl. I want her to hold my hand and let me cry on her shoulder. But Kyra won’t do either of these things. She’ll tell me to stop dwelling on Beck.

“Did you count the candles?” Kyra says, breaking my train of thought. “There are supposed to be one hundred and twenty-three.”

My main tasks, so far, have been running errands, double checking candle counts, and trying to keep the bride and her mother, Tabitha, from murdering each other. We both can’t wait for Tabitha to leave, but for different reasons.

“Everything looks perfect,” I say as I walk over to retrieve Kyra’s gown. It hangs from the back of the door, ready to be worn, and her shoes sit below it. The whole thing looks a little like a ghost wearing a dress.

A quick glance at my wristlet confirms the ceremony starts in thirty minutes. We have to hurry up.

“Leave us. Go greet guests or something.” Kyra bats her mother’s hand away from her hair. I shouldn’t be surprised her mother and the stylists do as they’re told. Not with Kyra’s ability to control people with her touch.

And yet I am.

A slow realization washes over me. Kyra can make her
mother do what she wants
. My hand hovers in the air, holding the dress high. What if…

The hanger slips from my fingers and I dart my hands out to catch it before it crumples on the ground. Kyra will never forgive me if I ruin the dress.

“Careful, Lark!”

I grasp the hanger and hold it high over my head so that the bottom doesn’t drag on the ground. Kyra’s several inches taller than me and even with heels on, the dress is still too long for me.

“Sorry.” Hope bubbles in my heart as I unlace the back of the dress.

What if I can force Mother to change her mind? Is it even possible?

“I thought they’d never leave.” Kyra pats down an imaginary stray piece of hair. “I’m so happy I only have to deal with her a few times a year. Can you imagine having to be with your parents all. The. Time?”

“I can, because I live with mine.” I bend down and hold the dress open so Kyra can step into it.

“Malin likes it, you know.” Kyra grabs hold of the bed’s footboard.

“Likes what?” I ask as my fingers fumble with the lacing up the back of the dress. I tug and pull, and Kyra sucks in her already flat stomach.

“That you’re almost as strong as she is.” Kyra lifts the hem of the gown and holds out her foot. I kneel and tie crisp bows around each of her ankles. “Annalise says you’re like a new toy for Malin. She has no idea what you’re going to do. And it excites her.”

“That makes two of us. The unpredictableness, I mean. Not the excitement.”

Kyra spins and the dress billows around her. She’s always been adorable with her dark curls and big eyes, but today she looks radiant. “Speaking of Malin, what did she want yesterday?”

It’s the question I’ve wanted her to ask since I walked in the door, but seeing her so happy, so giddy over the upcoming ceremony, I think it’s best to wait. I don’t want to ruin her moment with my bad mood.

“Just going over a few matters of State.” It’s true…in a way.

Kyra puts her hand on her hip and juts out her bottom lip. “You’re lying.”

If I wanted, I could claim confidentiality, but I need my best friend. I sigh. “She demanded I pick a new mate.”

Kyra’s hands fly over her mouth and she squeaks. “What’s his name? Is he cute? When is the ceremony?”

She doesn’t know. That small fact somehow makes me feel better. Still, I scrunch up my face and pry one eye open. “It’s Ryker.”

Kyra shrieks as she jumps up and down, clapping in delight. “I knew it! I told Maz the two of you would be paired off! And why shouldn’t you be? You’ve been raised together, you both need mates.” Kyra’s switched to rapid fire mode and I find myself growing dizzy from her assault. “This is so exciting! We’re going to have to get right to work. Tomorrow. We can pick out your gown and your shoes. Who do you want to attend? Our old housemates? The Dark ones, obviously. But what about the humans? Do you think Malin will mind? Obviously we can’t invite Lena.”

I don’t want to talk about this, but I don’t want to upset Kyra either. “How about we wait until after today? We have more important things to do, right now.” I pick up her wrap from the back of a chair and hand it to her.

Kyra grins at me. “If you insist. I do have a little thing called a binding to get to.” She giggles again and covers her shoulders with the wrap. 

Suddenly, the smile fades from her face and panic replaces it. She paces to the far corner before wandering back to me.

“What if I mess this up? Say the wrong thing or something?”

“Then we’ll laugh and you’ll still be bound to Maz at the end of the day.”

She grabs my hands between hers. “The binding, does it hurt? When you combine magic?”

My throat tightens and I force words out. “No. It feels amazing. Like you’re being made complete.”

She drops my hands and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you, Lark. For being my best friend.”

Without waiting, like she knows I need a moment alone, she hurries to the door and disappears into the hallway. I dab the corner of my eye with my thumb.

“And when you’re ripped from one another, it feels like you’re dying every day. With every breath,” I whisper into the emptiness around me.

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Kyra’s head touches Maz’s as she leans closer to him. His hand slips around hers and their fingers intertwine. Kyra’s father, Liam, lays a hand on each of their shoulders and Maz’s mother sprinkles scented water over them. The drops splatter across the silk of Kyra’s gown like tiny teardrops.

“To you, I give my heart, my soul and my life,” Kyra says. Her voice catches slightly, but she’s beaming. This is what she’s waiting for since we were twelve and Maz called her bossy. I smile, marveling at how they’ve moved from enemies to
this
in just a few short years.

Maz places his hand over Kyra’s heart. “I pledge to always honor these vows until my last breath.”

Their parents kiss both of them on the forehead before turning the new couple toward the assembly.

“The newly bound couple!” Liam announces.

Maz’s eyes shine as he smiles down at Kyra. Like the boy who got the prize. Thank goodness he already knows what a handful she can be.

As they proceed up the aisle to the back of the hall, the attendees crowd around them, trying to touch the new couple. It’s considered good luck, but the throng makes Kyra nearly trip. My arm darts out as she passes and I touch her.

“Good fortune to you,” she recites automatically without realizing it’s me.

I don’t care. I’ll take all the luck I can get.

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Candlelight bathes the reception hall in a warm yellow, and wax runs down the tall pillars, puddling at the bases.

Maz and Kyra each sit at opposite ends of a twenty-person banquet table. It’s tradition to keep the new couple separated until they leave for the night. Kyra’s guests sit near Maz, and vice versa. This is so the families can drill their new member. Which makes sense, considering most of us are brought into families knowing little about them beyond what our intended has told us.

I study Kyra’s father and her grandfather, looking for any sort of resemblance to my family. I don’t see it.

Half-eaten steamed dumplings cover my plate and I push them around so that it looks like I’ve eaten more than I have. I don’t want to appear rude or ungrateful.

Kyra’s father stands and clinks the edge of his fork against his champagne flute. “It’s time to bid the new couple good night!”

The guests break into applause and rise to their feet. Even from this distance, I can see a hint of redness creeping across Kyra’s cheeks. No wonder. Everyone here knows what happens next. In the morning, they’ll both be surrounded in matching aura’s confirming the night’s events. But only Dark witches will be on hand as witnesses. The human world isn’t privy to our private matters.

I’m happy for Kyra and Maz. I really am. But Beck and I will never have this, and I want it so badly. The assembly. The celebration. And most importantly, the blessing of all involved.

And we could have had it all if we hadn’t been cursed. Couldn’t we?

My eyes flit across the room to where Ryker stands with Maz’s family and the jagged scars covering my heart bleed. This will be us next week. And then what? Will everyone applaud as we leave for
the
night? Will they give each other knowing glances and laugh at our nervousness? Will Ryker actually want to consummate the relationship? How far will our charade go?

Mother squeezes my shoulder as if comforting me. Or maybe she knows I’m trying to hold myself together and this is an attempt to fill me with a different emotion. Does it really matter anymore?

“They make a lovely couple, don’t they?” she says.

“Yes.”

Maz lifts an unusually shy Kyra into his arms and carries her toward an open door along the sidewall.

“I’d like you to formally introduce me to Ryker,” Mother says as we shuffle along behind Maz and Kyra. Calls of best wishes ring out around us. “It’s only proper.”

Mother has decided to announce our pending binding tonight, after Maz and Kyra depart. Which is now, I guess.

“I thought you’d already met,” I answer.

“Briefly.” She allows a hint of irritation to cross her face. “Annalise has been our primary family representative.”

I sigh. Of course Annalise has been reporting back to Mother on Ryker and me. That’s what she does: spy on me.

Mother holds her hand out. “Shall we?”

I take a few shaky steps in the general direction of Ryker. He’s standing with a group of boys I don’t recognize, but all of them have to be Dark witches. Mother refused Kyra’s request to include our human housemates.

“Don’t be nervous, Love. I won’t bite,” Mother teases. Ryker notices us and breaks away from the group. He stops a respectable distance away from us and waits for Mother to invite him closer.

“You may approach.” She’s switched into her distant and authoritative Vice Head of State role.

Ryker strides confidently forward, and without waiting for Mother’s permission, pecks her on both cheeks. “Malin,” he says.

My mouth drops open at his informality. But Mother acts unsurprised. She smiles politely and moves so that Ryker and I have to stand closer together. “Annalise has already met with your parents and they’ve worked out the details of your binding.”