"If you're willing to slice my head off with a dull rock then it's best I not keep you around. I'm rather attached to my head. So go. Fight the pointless fight. Die with the others. But do yourself a favor. Take a detour through Death Valley. It's to the east of here, where Raiden has his-actually, I won't ruin the surprise. Just look for the sailing stones and you'll figure out what I mean. And maybe if you see what Raiden does to resisters, you'll finally grab your little boyfriend and head for the middle of nowhere and hope the Stormers never find you."

I can't believe he's letting me go. But I'm not going to give him a chance to change his mind. His cloak slips to the floor as I stand on shaky legs and stumble away.

"And if Raiden ever does catch you, look for the guide I carved into the wall. If you're as smart as I think you are, it'll tell you how to get out."

I stop at the mouth of the cave. "You could come with me. The Gales would-"

"It's too late to save me, darling," he interrupts. "Besides, how could I leave such fine accommodations?"

"If you change your mind . . ."

"I won't. And I wouldn't go telling anyone where I am. Next time I find a stranger on my beach, you can bet I'll kill first and ask questions later."

"Your secret is safe with me," I promise.

Then I turn back and exit the cave.

Taking my first steps of freedom.

CHAPTER 17.VANE.

A.

udra's apology has played in my head on autorepeat all night, and I still have no freaking idea what she means.

Sorry for what?

And why send a Westerly to tell me?

Why not just come home?

But there's a worse question festering in the back of my mind. I'm trying to keep it there, trying to lock it away and pretend it doesn't exist so I won't have to answer it. But as I stare out my window at the empty sky, I have to whisper it to the pa.s.sing breeze. "Is she breaking up with me?"

The words should sound stupid. We're bonded. Of course she wants to be with me.

But . . . why isn't she here, then?

My room starts to spin and I have to get out.

I shred my shoulder on the thorns as I climb out my window, but I barely feel the pain. A terrifying numbness is swelling inside me, like my body is already accepting what my head is fighting to resist.

I have to fight harder.

"Where do you think you're going?" Fang calls as I race across the gra.s.s.

Honestly, I have no idea, but I shove past him and head into the date grove.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised when he follows me. Or when I end up back at the burned-down shack. But if I'd been hoping to find another message-one that magically explains everything-I'm completely disappointed.

There's nothing left.

No warmth on the wind. No wisps of the draft I felt earlier. I can't even feel the pull of our bond, but I can't tell if it's just because I'm freaking out or because she's finally run far enough away to break free.

I'm not letting her go that easily.

I reach for the winds and tangle them around me. I have to find her. Fix this.

My feet barely lift off the ground before someone tackles me.

"What are you thinking?" Fang shouts as I try to wrestle him away. "Have you lost your mind?"

Maybe I have.

Or maybe this is a dream-another trick from Raiden to trap me-and I just need to find a way to break free.

I bite my thumb, waiting for the sharp pain to rip me away. All it gives me is a b.l.o.o.d.y wound and an iron taste on my tongue.

"Hey," Fang says, yanking my hand away. "Tell me what's wrong. Let me help you."

The kindness in his voice is so un-Fang-it has to mean this isn't real.

It can't be.

But . . . it hurts too much to be fake.

I stop fighting and Fang loosens his grip and lets me to crawl to the corner. I grab a few of the palm leaves Audra used to sleep on and curl up with them, not caring that they're covered with bugs. Even if I could get away from Fang, what am I going to do? Fly around the world hoping I can track her down?

And then what?

Beg her to take me back?

I would. She's worth begging for.

She's worth everything.

But I know it won't help. Once Audra makes up her mind . . .

Has she though?

I don't know.

I don't want to know.

I'm too tired to think anymore. Let Raiden's winds find me-the nightmares can't be worse than this. . . .

I can hear Fang shouting at me again, but his voice is too far away. I can't understand him. At some point I hear others around me too, but I don't have the energy to listen. I just want to sleep.

Maybe I get my wish, because I feel a strangely warm breeze sink into my mind, filling me with its sweet rush. And as it swirls around my head, I feel a memory untangle from the chaos.

A white, snowy forest. Cold and quiet and way more wet and slippery than I expected. I don't have boots or a coat, and my fingers and toes are freezing, but right now I just need to get away.

Snow soaks through my jeans, turning my skinny legs numb-but it feels good to be outside after so many days trapped indoors.

I'm never going back to that cabin again.

No more hiding from the wind.

No more listening to my parents fight through the walls, trying to guess why I keep hearing my name.

I run until my lungs feel ready to explode, and when I stop to catch my breath, I'm shivering so hard my teeth chatter. I hug myself, trying to keep warm, but I'm not used to this kind of weather. The worst I've had is a cloudy day.

Fresh snow begins to fall and I start moving again, trying to find some sort of shelter from the storm. But the trees are too thin-their branches too weak and scrawny to give me any protection. And the farther I run, the more tired I get, until I can barely lift my legs through the thick dredges of snow.

I have to go back-even if it makes me want to scream.

I turn to retrace my steps, but I can't find the trail. Everything is smooth and white and looks exactly the same, and the more I try to find my way, the more confused I get.

I call for help, but the snow m.u.f.fles my words, and even when I shout at the top of my lungs I know they'll never hear me back at the house They probably haven't even realized I'm gone.

The snow falls harder, and I stumble in circles, looking for anything that might tell me where I am. It all looks the same-empty and scary, and I want to cry but my eyeb.a.l.l.s are too frozen, so I run as fast as I can.

I don't remember tripping. I can't even feel my feet. But I remember the pain in my head as I fall and the way the light flashes behind my eyes. I try to move, but I can't-all I can do is watch the spots of red on the snow grow bigger as I count my heavy breaths.

I don't know how long I lie there, but I know the shivering stops. I feel my heartbeat slow, and I close my eyes and let my mind drift with the icy wind.

"Vane?"

The soft voice feels like a dream. I want to reply but my mouth won't work. The most I can do is open my eyes.

A dark-haired girl squats in front of me, watching me with dark, worried eyes.

I don't know her name, but I know her. She lives with the people who dragged us out of our house in the middle of the night. Who told us we had to trust them if we wanted to stay alive. Who ordered us to stay inside and who keep making us move to new houses every few weeks.

I hate that girl-and I hate her parents more.

But as she drapes her jacket over me and presses her warm hand against my cheek, I find the strength to whisper, "Don't leave me."

"I won't," she whispers back.

And she doesn't.

She stays by my side, holding my hand and calling for help until her dad finally finds us and carries me back to the cabin. And she keeps holding on as my mom cries and my dad screams at me for running away and everyone wraps me in blankets and bandages my head.

Even when they're done with me, and lay me down next to the fire, I can still feel her holding my hand.

"Stay," I whisper, afraid to be alone.

"I will," she promises, sitting down beside me.

I can still feel her warmth as I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 18.AUDRA.

I.

shouldn't be doing this.

I should be racing back to the safety of the Gales.

To Vane.

I thought that's where I was headed. I even pa.s.sed the first groundling road that could've guided me into the east.

But as soon as it was behind me, the fear Aston planted started to take root, making me wonder if I was turning my back on something crucial. And when a second gray, winding road appeared on the horizon, a swarm of Easterlies tangled around me, pulling me toward the unknown.

At first I tried to resist them, but then I heard the familiar melody of my father's song in the air. A lyric had been added, singing of bravery and searching for truth and carrying on the fight. But mostly it was about trusting the wind.

So I let the winds pull me east. Leading me to a valley of death. I drift with the Easterlies for most of the journey, but when I pa.s.s a glowing tower in a small, sketchy town, I land and send the drafts away. The strange structure is apparently "The World's Largest Thermometer," and it has a round, red sign at the base that says THE GATEWAY TO DEATH VALLEY.

There's no turning back from here.

I call three Westerlies to carry me for the rest of my journey. If there are Stormers where I'm going, I'll need to sneak in undetected, and flying with Westerlies will hide my trace. No one can understand their words.

Their peaceful songs steady my nerves as I launch back into the sky, following an empty road into the mountains. The sun starts to rise as I crest the highest peak, painting the stark valley with orange and pink. It should be a breathtaking sight-and in many ways it is. But everything about this place screams Raiden's name.

The parched, empty dunes.

The erratic flurries in the sky.

There's no peace here. No calm.

Only an endless struggle to survive.

And it's ma.s.sive. Stretching for miles in every direction until the desert meets the dark rocks of the mountains.

I ask the strongest of the Westerlies to blanket me in a shield as I steer toward the nearest peak and touch down by the ruins of a mine, trying to figure out where to start looking.

"Come on, Easterlies-you wanted me to come here. Any help?"

No answer.

A few footprints mark the white, chalky ground, and below me are a couple of crumbling buildings, but it's obvious no one has come up to this place in a very long while. In fact, I've seen none of the groundlings' disgusting smog machines along the road. No tents or settlements along the trails. It's like the entire valley has been abandoned-and I can't say I blame them. Even this early in the day, the heat is almost choking.

I close my eyes and listen to the winds, hoping to find a melody about the sailing stones Aston mentioned. But they sing only of the pounding sun and the quiet emptiness of flying alone. I'm about to move on when I find one draft singing of devils and games.

If there were a way to sum up Raiden, that would be it.

I call it to my side and ask it to take me where it's been.