Inheritance

“I thought it was boring.” Her mom made a face at her and then went into her room. “Good luck.”

In her own room, Reese lay down on her bunk and opened The Sun Also Rises, but perhaps her mom’s words had biased her; she thought it was boring too. She kept picking up her phone and checking if she had any messages, but nobody had texted. She thought about calling Julian to see what he was doing with the interview footage of her and David, but then she remembered he was finally finished being grounded after his secret trip to Angel Island, and he had a date—his first date in forever, with a guy he had met online. He would be annoyed if she called to interrupt him because she was bored.

The knock on her door was soft, and she wasn’t sure she had heard it at first. It sounded again, and then she heard Amber’s voice: “Reese?”

She sat up, The Sun Also Rises sliding to the floor with a dull thunk. She bent over to pick it up before she went to open the door.

Amber had changed clothes. She was wearing tight black jeans tucked into scuffed ankle boots, and a loose white T-shirt with a big black flower on it. “You don’t have to get up to open the door,” she said with a smile. “You can just say ‘open.’ ”

Reese stepped back and dropped the book on the shelf by the bunk. “I didn’t know.”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure. Did you talk to Akiya Deyir?”

Amber entered the room; the door slid shut behind her quietly. “Yeah. Sorry I missed dinner. Everybody had to discuss it—my mom, Hirin Sagal, Eres Tilhar, everyone.” Amber pulled the chair out from the corner and sat down, crossing her legs. She was wearing eyeliner; it was smudged slightly in the corners.

Reese perched on her bunk, feeling inexplicably nervous. “What did they say?”

“They’re willing to talk to you and David tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s great.”

“And then I think Akiya will want to check in with home—with our leaders on Kurra.”

“Oh. What do you think they’ll say?”

Amber shook her head. “I don’t know. But Eres is on your side. And my mother. And me.”

Reese fidgeted with the hem of the blanket. “Thanks.”

Amber smiled a little sadly. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Were they mad at you for telling me the truth?”

“I don’t think Akiya gets mad. But let’s just say I don’t think they’re going to give me any more assignments.” Her gaze flickered to Reese. “I don’t mean that—”

“It’s fine. I know what you mean.” Silence fell between them, thick and heavy. Amber looked away, studying her fingernails. They were painted black.

“I’m sorry,” Amber said, her voice barely audible.

Reese’s fingers dug into the edge of the bunk. “You don’t have to apologize anymore.” There was something in the slump of Amber’s shoulders that unexpectedly reminded Reese of Amber’s body collapsing against hers in Nevada, the pain from her gunshot wound dragging her down onto the rocky desert ground. “Amber,” Reese said. Her name was soft on her lips.

Amber looked up, a guarded expression on her face. “What?”

“In Nevada, when the bunker was about to explode and we were running toward the ship—this ship—did you know those soldiers were aiming for me? Did you know they were trying to shoot me?”

Amber regarded her for a long moment. Reese forced herself to not look away. She wanted to know. Amber finally said, “You mean did I purposely try to save you?”

Reese’s mouth went dry. “Yeah.”

Amber’s lips were shining in the warm glow of the lights. “I didn’t know if they were going to shoot you. I only knew that if I could do something to prevent you from getting shot, I was going to do it. It wasn’t like there was a lot of time for thought. I just did it. That’s how I do almost everything.” Amber’s mouth twisted in a thin, self-hating smile. “That’s my biggest flaw.”

Reese’s heartbeat thudded inside her. “It’s not a flaw.”

“No? Tell that to my mother.”

Reese’s mouth twitched. “So your mom doesn’t approve?”

Amber choked on a laugh. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “She really doesn’t approve. Although given what she did with that DNA, it’s not like she should be judging.”

Reese was transfixed by the expression on Amber’s face: her self-deprecating smile, her bright gray eyes. For a moment it was like being suspended in time—just the two of them in this room, divorced from everything that had come before, poised on the brink of what might come after. Reese wanted to freeze this instant, to linger in it. And for several breaths, Amber didn’t move.

When Amber slid to the floor, kneeling in front of the bunk between Reese’s legs, Reese didn’t try to resist. She had known what was coming. Amber’s hands, cool and dry, reached for hers. Inside, Amber was a whirlpool of longing. “Can’t we start over?” she whispered.

There was nothing stopping her. Nothing at all. She could try to stifle the desire that bloomed inside her. She could make the decision to never set it free again. Or she could give in. She watched Amber’s mouth tremble. She saw the rise and fall of Amber’s chest as she waited, her fingers curling through Reese’s, knotting them together.

Kissing Amber was like falling down the rabbit hole. Reese could barely believe she was doing it again. Amber’s mouth was so familiar to her, the shape of her lips soft and warm against her own, but there was more this time. There was all of Amber behind it: the tide of her emotions dragging at Reese the way the ocean waves suck the sand out from under your feet. Memories of Reese from before, images flashing past like an old home movie. There they were in the park, on the swing set at night, momentum making her stomach flip as her whole body lit up from the kiss.

Amber rose. Reese scooted back on the bunk and Amber climbed up, straddling her lap and cupping Reese’s head in her hands. Reese couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to breathe. She only wanted to touch her, and she pulled Amber closer, her hands gliding over Amber’s back. The T-shirt slipped off her shoulder, and Reese’s fingers slid beneath the strap of Amber’s black bra, her skin silky. Reese knew that Amber had put these clothes on for her, that she had come to her room hoping for this moment, and the knowledge made her dizzy, as if everything was spinning around the two of them. Amber buried her fingers in Reese’s hair and whispered, “Of course I hoped. I’ve always hoped.”

Reese drew her close and kissed her again. With David, it had felt as if they were careening out of control every time they kissed, because neither of them knew how to drive this connection between them. It was frightening in its headiness. With Amber, it was different. Amber clearly had done this before, and even as Reese felt the rising heat inside Amber, her increasing focus on the shrinking space between them, Reese did not feel afraid. She felt intoxicated: held between Amber’s hands, pressed against her body. But beneath the luxurious slide of desire, she felt a keen, persistent ache. Even if she was in love with Amber, that didn’t stop her from being in love with David.

Amber pulled away, stroking Reese’s hair back from her face, and whispered, “I don’t care. I don’t care.”

Reese looked into Amber’s eyes and said, “But I do.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Amber insisted. “You can love him too.”

“How would that be okay?” Reese asked, bewildered. “You would start to resent me.”

Amber shook her head. “I wouldn’t. You don’t understand. It’s not like you have a limited supply of love. You can love more than one person at once.”

Reese flushed. “But that’s not fair to either of you.”

“It’s not fair to shut yourself off. That’s what’s unfair. To know that you have these feelings and then deny them.”

“I’m not denying them!” Reese’s hands had come to rest on Amber’s thighs, and she pushed her back.

Amber looked hurt. She climbed off Reese’s lap and sat against the wall at the head of the bed, drawing her knees up defensively. The laces of her right boot had come undone.

Reese missed her instantly. “I can’t be with you if I still want to be with him,” she said miserably. “I can’t be with either one of you.” As she said the words she realized this was the solution she had been looking for: a way