Asunder

patterns. It was almost hypnotic.

“What’s it like in there?” Sam asked. I’d warned him several times already, about the everywherelight and the unsound, but that was knowledge he kept losing. The forgetting magic had cracked, not shattered.

I told him again as we walked to the market field, and his face grew pale and drawn, lined with fear.

“You don’t have to go.” I spoke gently, and he really didn’t need to go, but I wanted him to. I didn’t want to go by myself. The time I’d been in there had been terrifying. Having Sam with me would make it easier.

“I’m going,” he said, and in the temple light, I caught his determination, and that strength he got from loving me. It made him brave.

Answers beckoned from across the market field. I couldn’t help but imagine everyone all across Range looking up one night to see a strange, beautiful light, five thousand years ago. Of course they’d been drawn to the city. Sam had said they’d lived in tribes for a while, fighting over Heart before they realized it could easily house everyone. Maybe they’d been fighting over the light, too, if it brought them comfort.

My stomach turned. I couldn’t believe I was going in again. Willingly.

For the newsouls, for answers, I would do anything.

I stashed my flashlight away and took a quick drink of water before heading across the market field.

There was no one out this late, so the way was clear as we approached.

There was a crevicelike place where the Councilhouse and temple huddled together; Sam had told me earlier that in a few of the back rooms, there were spots on the walls that glowed at night, though none of them were big enough to use the key to create a door. It would have to be done outside.

“Ready?” I pulled out the key and squeezed into the hidden place. It was just big enough for elbow room— for me. Sam stood a little outside.

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath, as though preparing himself, but tensed instead and looked over his shoulder. He swore quietly. “It’s Stef.”

“Sam!” Stef’s voice carried across the market field. “What are you doing?”

Sam swore again. “What will happen if we just go in with her looking? Will she forget?”

“I don’t know.” I really didn’t, but being pinned between these two buildings made me itch. “Go see what she wants.”

He nodded. “I’ll hurry.” Then he trotted toward Stef, who was halfway to the temple, and halfway to spotting me clutching the key and ready to make a door.

I held still while they greeted each other.

“Going somewhere?” Stef motioned to the backpack.

“Ana and I are taking a short trip out of Heart. Didn’t you get my message?”

“Yes, but you’re here in the middle of Heart. In the middle of the night.” She put her hands on her hips.

“So are you.”

I swallowed a groan. This wasn’t going to end well.

“I,” Stef said, “am going home after working on Orrin’s data console, since he insists he needs one at his house, too. I have been working on it for the last seven hours, because he decided he wants to track seismic activity in Range.” Her pause was sharp, daring. “Where’s Ana?”

“She’s waiting on me. So we can go.” Sam shifted his weight and didn’t glance back at me, but his shoulders twisted like he wanted to.

“At your house? At a guard station? We can walk together.” She hooked her arm with his. “Come on.”

“No, it’s fine.” Sam pulled away, and it seemed unlikely anyone had ever looked more suspicious.

The buildings pulsed around me, making my skin prickle. Being this close to the temple made the faint taste of acid crawl up the back of my throat.

Stef’s false cheer faded. Her posture straightened and her voice deepened, showing real hurt. “What’s going on, Dossam? You’re always off with Ana, caught up in your own private quests no one understands.

You left Heart because you said Ana wanted time away, and that’s great, Sam. She’s cute, and I’m glad you’re having a nice time with her. You both deserve happiness.

“But ever since you came back to Heart, you just look more and more stressed. Whatever you did in Purple Rose must not have been very relaxing or fun. We’ve been friends for thousands of years. You don’t have to tell me everything that happened, but don’t pretend I don’t know you’ve been hiding something.”

I wanted to shrink until I vanished between the cobblestones. She meant Menehem’s lab. It weighed on him, what we’d learned, but it seemed like there was something more. Something he hadn’t told me, either.

“Stef—” She cut him off. “Your friends are worried. The Council—well, you know the Council. They’re looking for a reason to toss Ana—and the other newsoul—out of Heart.”

“They wouldn’t.” Sam shook his head. “They wouldn’t, because we’ve done everything they’ve demanded.”

“They’re waiting for you to make a mistake.” Her voice lost some of its bite. “I just wish you’d let me help. How can we be best friends when you don’t let me into your life?”

Sam bowed his head. “We are best friends. But we’ve had five thousand years.”

“And she’s still working on her nineteenth. I know. So you’ll spend the next seventy years shutting me out. And if she’s reborn, what then? Do I cease to matter?”

“You know that isn’t true—”

“What about the rest of your friends? You hardly visit like you used to.”

“What are you talking about?” Sam raised his voice. “I see people as often as I always have. More, perhaps. But I’ve always needed time alone. You know that.”

“You’re never alone anymore. She’s always with you. And when you go out to see people, it’s for her. Introductions, lessons. Everything you do is about her.” Her anger made the last words fall like punches.

There wasn’t much Sam could say to that, and he seemed to know it. He had devoted a lot of his time to me. The moments he took to think about his response gave Stef another opening.

“You know what they’re saying,” she said, “about Ana and the sylph. About newsouls and the sylph.”

“It’s not true.” He didn’t sound even slightly convincing.

“I was there, Sam. I saw Ana go right for her SED. I saw her when she immediately knew how to distract the sylph long enough for the others to get away. And I saw what happened with the sylph when Deborl and everyone came with the eggs.”

“Surely you don’t believe—”

“What am I supposed to believe? You don’t talk to me about things anymore. People keep asking me questions, because they think I must know what’s going on, but the only things I ever hear are rumors.”

Her voice cracked. “I miss you. I miss how things used to be.”

Sam’s shoulders slumped.

This fight would last forever, and I couldn’t stay hidden in the crevice any longer. Every moment made me feel worse, and listening to them…

I couldn’t go out there. Stef had shown all her anguish, and she would be furious if she knew I’d overheard. She’d never hurt me, not like Li would have if I’d witnessed that kind of vulnerability, but I didn’t want her to be angry with me, nonetheless.

Sam couldn’t end this—Stef wouldn’t let him—and I couldn’t stay trapped here between walls that made me itch. Sam would know where I went.

Silver shone in temple light as I lifted the key and pressed the shapes engraved into the metal and squeezed. A gray door swirled into existence.

With one last look at Sam and Stef arguing in the market field, I stepped into the temple.

15 WEEPER

NO SOUND EXISTED inside the temple, not even ringing in my ears, like silence after a loud noise.