"Yeah." My nerves caught and tangled with our aloneness. It was like fire, the way I wanted to be with him.

He settled on the blankets. Feeling bold, I sat so close my leg pressed against his, and he put his arms around my waist. His skin was hot against mine, even through our clothes.

"You choose what to listen to." I handed him an SED and watched as he scrolled through music. t.i.tles flashed across the screen, pieces I'd heard only once, and pieces I loved so much they made my heart ache.

"Here." His voice was low, husky. "You'll like this one."

He chose a sonata called "Awakening." The piano began, its sound rich and warm as it surrounded me. Like air. Like blankets. Like Sam's arms. That was Sam's playing; I'd recognize it anywhere.

When the flute began to play, soft and low and mysterious, I shivered. "How are you playing both instruments at the same time?"

He gave a soft chuckle. "How can you tell they're both me?"

I twisted and raised my eyebrow. "Haven't you realized? I'll always know."

He smiled a little. "They were recorded separately. This recording was meant to be a test only, but I never got around to finding a partner for it."

"Ah." I let the music envelop me, growing sweeter, bolder, more seductive.

Though they were recorded separately, the flute and the piano blended together to make a new sound that flew through me. It was neither wholly flute nor wholly piano, but it made my heart soar higher than it had ever been. This sound, the way he played those instruments, was too lovely and strange to be real. I wanted to hold it inside of me forever, like I'd wanted the night he'd played my flute for the sylph, the night he'd seemed to conduct the orchestra of nature by simply holding an instrument.

When I looked at Sam, he seemed faraway, somewhen else. "What are you thinking?"

His face flushed. "Nothing. Sorry."

"No, tell me." I shifted so I could meet his eyes, and his hands breezed over my waist, as though he were afraid I'd fly off.

He breathed into my hair and held me tighter. "I've been having this dream since we returned to Range."

I waited.

"It's a little different every time, but in it, I'm always in a forest listening for birdsong. I used to do that a lot. I liked to figure out ways to mimic their calls and try to understand what they meant. But in my dream, I hear something amazing. Not just a bird whistling, but a whole group of them singing with different voices, like an orchestra. Everything seems to join in the performance: the wind and water and leaves, the insects and mammals and birds. It's this beautiful, joyous music that's wild and unpredictable, but my heart feels like every note and beat is the most familiar thing in the world. It makes me feel like home, and every morning I wake up haunted by it. The emotions linger, but the music fades; I can't remember themes or melodies, no matter how much I try."

"That sounds frustrating."

"Incredibly." He sighed. "Now, after having the same dream so many times, it feels more like a memory of something long ago."

Maybe it was. "When Cris and Stef started to remember things in the temple, they said the memories were dreamlike. This could be more of Janan's memory magic shattering. And the way you describe the music . . ."

He looked up, hopeful.

"Remember when we went for a gardening lesson at Cris's house, and we both stopped to listen to the wind in the plants?"

"Yes." A sort of reminiscing sorrow stole his expression. "We both heard music."

I nodded. "And outside the cave, when you played the flute for the sylph? Did you notice anything about that?"

He seemed to search inside himself. "I don't know. Maybe."

"What you described before, about the music in your dreama"that's what I heard that night. It seemed like you were conducting an entire symphony, like magic."

"You did? Ia"It felt special to me, but not like my dream. Not like that."

"I've heard it before, too. When you played *Ana Incarnate' for the first time. I heard lightning and waves and wind. I heard . . . this force. This power that you play with."

His eyes met mine, dark and full of wonder. "Do you think that's it? The phoenix song?"

"Maybe." I smiled. "I think it could be."

"But we still don't know what it is, or how to do it on purpose. What use is it?"

It seemed to me he could call the music whenever he wanted, but I didn't want to pressure him. "We know it terrifies dragons. They think it can destroy them. It must be powerful. It feels powerful to me when I hear it."

He said nothing.

"To me, it sounded like life. The way the whole world seemed to join in, it made me feel alive."

"But dragons think it will destroy them."

"Maybe it depends who's using it, and why. The book said it was the song of life and death. Beginnings and endings. They're all tied up together. It's the phoenix song. Expecting it to be as straightforward as a knife is a little unrealistic." I shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me about the dream before?"

"At first," he said, "I thought it was only a dream, and I didn't want to burden you with it. What we're doing tomorrow night is so much bigger than a half-remembered symphony."

"It's still important to me, if it's important to you."

He leaned his cheek on the crown of my head, his whisper a confession. "Even if we survive the ascension, what about the caldera? How can anyone survive Range erupting? How can anyone survive the ash cloud? It seems like no matter what we do, this is the end."

"If we stop Janan from ascending, the earth might settle, too. No eruption." No more earthquakes. Even now, I could feel a shudder in the ground, a constant reminder of the world's ability to open up.

"Then we could have this." He caught my hand in his, pressing it against his cheek. "A life together. And maybe it's only one, but we can fit a lot into one life."

"We've already done a lot. Flown on the backs of dragons. Discovered millennia-old secrets. Watched newsouls come into the world."

"Found each other at the masquerade." He kissed my fingertips.

"You knew who I was as soon as I arrived." I rolled my eyes. "But I knew you." When he'd shown me old photos, I'd known him in them, too.

"Maybe I knew you."

"Because I was wearing giant b.u.t.terfly wings."

"That was a big clue, I'll admit."

"And I was probably the only person who didn't tell everyone else what they were going as."

He flashed a half smile. "Don't you want me to have known you immediately?"

"Oh, I do." I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. "But I want it to be real. Not because you're a reasonably intelligent person who can recognize a short redhead when she's hiding her face. Besides, I know you don't believe in the matching souls stuff."

"You make me want to believe." He grew quiet.

Even if we lived through tomorrow night, I'd always look like me, even if I put on another costume. Besides, people didn't dedicate their souls to each other after only one life. A dedication of souls was supposed to be forever.

"I've decided," I whispered into the dimness. The sonata's final notes faded and another piece began, all warm lute strings and a clarinet.

"What's that?" His voice was heat, and his breath traced over the curves of my cheek. I never wanted to move.

"Everyone is terrified of the unknown. What happens after? Where do you go? What do you do?"

He gave a slight nod.

"I've decided what I think happens. Everyone is so busy being afraid, no one considers that what happens next might be good, too. Different. But not bad. Not something to be afraid of."

Sam kissed my cheek. "That sounds very wise."

"I don't want to be afraid of something that's inevitable. I don't want to go rushing toward it, because there are so many things I want to experience in life, but being terrified of something natural like that seems like a waste of energy."

"The pain that often accompanies death isn't very pleasant." He kept his voice low, thoughtful. "And pain often is a good reason to fear something. Fear is natural, too. It's what keeps us alive, sometimes."

I nodded. "I don't mean about not being afraid of everything that goes along with death. I'm still for avoiding it. I want to live. But as a whole thing. What happens next. What really happens nexta"rather than reincarnation bought with another's soula"doesn't have to be scary. I choose to believe it's another good thing. Like life. Another beginning. Only different."

"You have a beautiful way of thinking," he murmured, voice as sweet as the duet playing on the SED. He caressed my face, my throat, my shoulders, my arms. Everything melted under his touch, and the soft way he kissed me.

When I climbed onto his lap, our chests pressed together, his kisses grew deeper and more pa.s.sionate. His palms were hard against my spine, pulling me closer as he kissed my neck and shoulders and collarbone. He tugged my shirt askew and caressed the bare skin of my shoulder.

"I love you." His words pooled in the hollow of my throat. "I want to tell you a thousand times how much I love you."

I ran my fingers through his hair and turned his face up, leaned his head back, and kissed him. Soft black strands fell between my fingers, and his hands were up my shirt, palms flat on my back. My ribs. My waist.

My skin burned with our heat. I was melting into him.

Footsteps thundered through the mill, and light spilled across the storage room.

"Ana! Sam!" Sarit's voice was high and wild. Then she squeaked. "Oh. Oh no, I'm so sorry. I forgot. I can go away."

I scrambled off of Sam's lap, smoothing my clothes as my face ached with a blush. Sam pulled his knees to his chest and shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh, you guys." Sarit covered her face. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe Ia"Yeah. I'm going away."

"It's fine," Sam said, his tone clear that this was not fine. His clothes were crooked and his skin flushed. "Just tell us what's going on."

Sarit bit her lip, glancing between us.

"There are so many things I could say right now." Stef appeared behind Sarit, wearing an expression of awkward amus.e.m.e.nt. "I hope you both understand what a great effort it is for me to withhold comments."

"And we appreciate it." Sam's voice was tight.

My heart thuddeda"not in the fun waya"and every bit of me burned with embarra.s.sment. So much for having the whole night alone. "Maybe you should just tell us whatever you burst in here to say."

Sarit and Stef sobered as they exchanged glances. "We found out what's in the cage," Sarit said.

Sam looked up. I didn't move.

"It's a phoenix."

27.

FLAMES.

THE SPRING EQUINOX dawned cloudless and bright, with the whole world holding its breath. Even the constant rumble of earthquakes paused, leaving everything strangely silent and muted for the hours Sam and I moved throughout the mill, discussing our plans again, touching the supplies we'd carry tonight.

Using sc.r.a.ps she'd found in the nearby mills and factories, Stef had constructed gloves and boot covers that would help us scale the Councilhouse. She'd wanted to attempt making copies of the key, in case one of us was held back, but Sam wouldn't let her take it apart in case it wouldn't work again. Anyway, it seemed to me the key was imbued with magic, and despite all of Stef's talents, she'd never be able to replicate that.

Sylph trickled through the mill halls, moaning and singing anxiously.

-They don't like waiting for Soul Night,- Cris said. -They'd rather attack now.- "There's nothing we can do now." I spoke quietly to keep from waking Stef and Sarit; they'd stayed up longer than Sam and I had, going out a couple more times to check that the mill was secure, and to set remote-activated diversions. "If we release the poison now"a"which we didn't even havea""Janan would overcome it long before Soul Night started and we'd have wasted everything."

-They don't like trusting the dragons to bring the poison.- It was a little late for us to worry about that. "We just have to trust that the dragons want Sam and his phoenix song destroyed. They'll help."

"That's not rea.s.suring," Sam muttered.

-What if the dragons spot the phoenix and think we've betrayed them?- I shook my head. "It's still covered. Deborl is supposed to unveil it only when Janan allows, right? So the dragons won't see it unless it wakes up and breaks free of its bonds."

What did Janan even want the phoenix for, though?

-What if- "Stop." I held up my hands. "We're not going to do this. We're not going to second-guess everything at the last minute. We're not going to wish *if only we had more time' or *if only we had a better plan.' This is what we have. We need to make the most of it."

Cris started to drift away.

The last thing I wanted to do today was fight with my friends. I made my voice softer. "I know they're all worried. They're all counting on me to stop Janan so they can stop being sylph."

-I am, too.- "I know." Again, I remembered Cris lying on the altar, the flash of silver as he raised the knife, the gold of the phoenix blood still marking the blade after five thousand years. It was my fault he was trapped like this. He'd chosen what he thought would be death. But thisa"as a sylpha"no. For saving my life, he bore the same punishment as those who'd tortured a phoenix in their quest for immortality.

As much as I wanted to help them, free them from this existence, the idea of so many depending on me was staggering. I was only beginning to learn how to do things for myself. I'd done everything I could for newsouls, which hadn't turned out like I'd hoped, and now sylph needed me, too.

Another hour pa.s.sed talking with Sam and Cris, trying to comfort one another, and encourage. But the sylph were right: waiting was the worst.

We were sitting in the weaving room when Sam looked up and scowled. "Did you heara""

The door flew open. Daylight flooded the room, and all the sylph swarmed toward the door, heat billowing off them.