“Perry,” Aria said, her breath warm on his cheek.
He made a sound that he hoped passed for yes.
“Something’s going on between Hess and Sable.”
He froze.
“Are you all right?” She drew back, concern in her eyes.
He let out a breath, struggling to recover the power to think. “Yeah . . . I didn’t, um . . . I didn’t expect you to say that.”
“I wish I didn’t have to, but Loran’s coming back. He’ll be here any moment, and we should talk about this while we can.”
“Right . . . we should.” He pulled the hem of her shirt down and concentrated on Hess. Sable and Hess. “I noticed the same thing earlier. Hess is scared out of his mind. I scented it. Sable has him by the throat.”
Aria bit her bottom lip, her eyes losing their focus. “I thought Hess would have the upper hand, since he has all the resources. All the ships and weapons. Food and medicine, too. It all came from Reverie. It’s all his.”
“None of that matters anymore, Aria. He’s in our territory now. Out here he lives by our rules, and he knows that. Maybe he was different before he came out here—”
“No,” she said. “He wasn’t. He’s always been a coward. When he threw me out of Reverie, he had Guardians do it. He had me spy for him. I was the one who set up his connection with Sable. And when he abandoned Reverie, he just walked out and left all those people. If there’s any danger or conflict, he runs as far in the other direction as he can.” She looked at Perry’s arms. “He never would have done this.”
Perry’s mind returned to that room, seeing the concentration—the care—with which Sable beat him. Obviously, Sable didn’t mind violence, or taking matters into his own hands.
He had fallen silent for a few seconds, remembering. Now he jolted back to the present and found Aria staring into his eyes, her temper filling with rage.
“I’m going to kill him for this,” she said.
“No. Stay away from him, Aria. Find a way to get us out of here. Use Hess. If he likes to run from problems, let’s give him somewhere to go. Another option. But promise me you’ll stay away from Sable.”
“Perry, no.”
“Aria, yes.” Didn’t she understand? He could endure anything—except losing her.
“What if Roar was right?” she said, her eyebrows drawing together. “What if Sable is a problem until we do something? Until we stop him?”
He wanted to tell her I will. He’d handle Sable. But he couldn’t say it. Not half-naked, blue and beaten. When he vowed to take Sable’s head off, he wanted to be on his feet.
She shot away from him, her feet landing on the floor with a quiet thump. Half a second later, the door opened.
The soldier, Loran, stood at the threshold. “Time’s up,” he said to Aria.
She moved immediately. Pausing at the door, she glanced back at Perry and put a hand to her heart.
Then she stepped out, and he numbed himself again. Shutting out the pain in his muscles. Ignoring the intense ache he always felt without her.
Loran lingered a second longer, sending Perry a cutting glance before he followed.
Perry stared at the door for long minutes after they’d gone, breathing in the residual scents in the small room. Noticing how strange the soldier’s temper was, dense and heavy. A brick wall of protection. Stranger still was the glimmer of warmth behind it.
Carefully, muscles quivering, Perry rolled onto his back, absolutely certain.
Loran was more than a soldier. He wondered if Aria knew.
25
ARIA
I thought you were going to talk to him,” Loran said in hushed tones as he escorted her back through the Komodo’s corridors.
“We did talk,” she said.
It had taken all her willpower to leave Perry in that room. Even now, she wanted to turn back, but something stopped her. A nagging feeling about the man walking three paces behind her.
“That looked like more than talking.”
Aria spun, facing him. “Why do you care?”
Loran stopped short. He frowned, opening his mouth to speak, then seemed to reconsider.
“Why did you take me to see him?” she pressed. “Why did you help me?”
He looked down his slender nose at her, his lips pressed tight, like he was trying to keep himself from speaking. She was desperate to understand why he’d taken a risk for her. Why he seemed so intent whenever he was looking at her. Why his dark gray eyes seemed so achingly familiar.
He had a deep musical baritone—a beautiful voice.
And he was old enough—
He was old enough—
She couldn’t even let herself think it.
His head whipped to the side. Aria heard Kirra’s voice, her sultry purr grating and unmistakable. Was she always roaming these halls?
Loran grabbed her arm and pulled her down the corridor. He stopped before a door and pressed at a keypad, yanking her inside as it opened.
Across a small room was another door with a rounded window made of two thick panes. Blue light came through it. Electric light that moved like a living, starving thing.
Aether.
“This way.” He stepped around her, opening the door, and suddenly she was stepping outside, onto a platform framed by a metal rail, her hair lifting in the wind.
It was night. She’d had no idea. That meant she’d been in the Komodo almost two days. A sea of metal surrounded her—the roofs of the Komodo’s individual units—and funnels of Aether twisted above. She saw the red flares. They had spread so much in just the time she’d been imprisoned. Everywhere she looked—east and west, north and south— the funnels lashed down to the earth, in some areas no more than a mile off. She felt the familiar prickling in the air and heard the shrieking sounds of the funnels—the sound of the Aether charging closer.
They were running out of time.
“We need to talk,” Loran said behind her.