“It’s beautiful,” I say in wonder, shaking my head.
“I still prefer Kaelea, but this comes in as a close second.” My eyes slide over to look at Valen. He looks straight ahead, holding a serious expression. But a small smile cracks in one corner of his mouth. I laugh, bumping his shoulder with mine, throwing him off balance. “You’re creating some unrealistic expectations, Valen Nero,” I say as I walk across the sand until the tips of my boots are touching the water. “I’m going to be disappointed by the time you actually take me to our planet.” My stomach knots as soon as I realize what I’ve just said. I stand stark still, my eyes freezing on one point on the water. Behind me, Valen is very still and very quiet, too. “I…” I scramble to make this better, to make things less awkward. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Valen’s hand slips into mine and I look up into his eyes. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “It…it feels right. We have seen our lives there, we’ve seen our family there. It’s yours too, Nova.” There is so much weight to those four words. They’re so intimate and inviting and permanent. They’re a promise. “Valen, I-” “Do you know how to swim?” he suddenly asks, changing the subject and derailing the weight and seriousness of the conversation. “Swim?” I ask, my brain struggling to catch up with the change in conversation. A little smile crooks in one corner of his mouth and he nods. “I grew up on a planet with next to no water. After that, my life was lived on ships in space. I never learned how to swim.” A little laugh bubbles out of my chest. I shake my head. “My entire home planet is covered in skyscrapers. I didn’t live anywhere near the ocean or any lakes. I don’t know how to swim.” A mischievous little smile forms on Valen’s face. He kicks his boots off and takes one step into the water, grabbing hold of my hands firmly. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to swim.” “Valen, no,” I say, my insides turning serious as I tug back against him. But he’s slam strong and I’m pulled one step into the water, which leaks into my boot. “Valen, no! It’s freezing!” “You’re a Nero!” he says, pulling me another step into the water. “Warm the water around you!” “Valen!” I protest, but a smile pulls on my lips and I scramble to kick my boots off. They land in the sand with a soft plunk. Realizing he isn’t going to let me go, I crouch before leaping into the air and wrapping my thighs around his hips, clinging to him, trying to climb higher and avoid the freezing water. “You cheat!” he yells. His hands come to my hips, holding onto me tightly, but he keeps walking back into the water, sending splashes over me. I scream, but the water isn’t freezing anymore. It glows as it ripples around us, turning Neron blue. “You’re insane,” I bellow as he tips backwards and I only just suck in a breath before we crash into the water and we’re both submerged. I break away from Valen, flinging my arms wildly through the water in an attempt to right myself. My toes frantically search for the bottom of the lake, and a breathy huff of relief sails from my lips when I find it. Valen surfaces above the water, quickly flicking his head back and forth, sending water everywhere as it slips from his hair. “Do you know how to swim yet?” he laughs as he runs a hand down his face, swiping the water from it. “You are crazy!” I say, waving my arms through the water to help me keep my balance. My chin is only barely above water. “We’re both going to die out here! How are either of us supposed to learn anything with no teacher?” “Experience under pressure is supposed to be the quickest teacher, isn’t it?” He takes a step toward me and I can’t help but smile as his hands come to my hips. I relish in the heat his hands bring, warming me and warming the water around us. I feel all my senses blurring as he comes closer, his eyes fixed on my lips. Mine just start to slide closed. When suddenly his hands leave me and I hear the water rippling. My eyes flash open to see Valen already walking up the shore. “What-” “Get back to work,” he says coldly. He doesn’t even look back as he retrieves his shoes from the beach. “We have to get back to Isroth as soon as possible.” I’m half way out of the water when his eyes suddenly dart back to me, his expression wide and filled with horror. “What the void?” I demand, my brows furrowed, anger flaring through every one of my veins. “You-”“I don’t know why I just said that, Nova,” Valen says, his eyes still wide and confused. “I…. I didn’t even mean to get out of the water. Suddenly, all I could think about was getting back on the ship and getting back in space. I…” His hand goes to his chest and I realize just how hard he’s breathing. “I have to get back to Isroth.” My stomach sinks and suddenly I’m so cold. I walk up the shore and out of the lake, my eyes fixed on Valen’s. When I reach him, I place my hands on either side of his head, keeping his gaze locked on me. “You do not have to go back. You are free. You’re here with me.” His eyes widen just a little more. “I can’t, Nova,” he says, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t stay here.” “This is what he did to you, Valen,” I say, staring into his eyes as if I can see down into his soul. “This isn’t you. This is his Kinduri. This is what he’s used against you, for solars.” Valen drops his boots in the sand and brings his hands up to cover mine. He squeezes his eye
“Valen,” I say in a breath. I step into the room and he watches me as I approach. I reach a hand forward, gently touching the big scar that runs up his front. He grabs my wrist, bringing my hand up to his chest, laying it flat against his skin, over his heart. He holds his hand over my own. “One by one, these scars made me who I am.” There’s a dark tone to his voice that I don’t like, don’t want to be there. “Whether Cyrillius made me this way or not, these parts of me are who I am. The past doesn’t disappear. This…everything in front of us is going to be hard. Maybe impossible. Are you sure I’m worth it, Nova?” My eyes rise up to his and I let his words sink into me. I let them fill my heart, my stomach, my eyes. “That’s what we’re here for, Valen,” I answer him. “That’s why we crashed on this planet. To discover the answer to that question. But you’re a human being. No one deserves what he’s put you through all this time. I would do this for anyone.” I see the expression in Vale
There’s a bitter taste on my tongue when I wake. Like copper and silt and vinegar. I blink my eyes open, searching the space. There are no signs of Valen. As I sit up, my stomach is in knots. My heart is heavy. I don’t know what I was expecting. I always think I’m more capable than I am. Maybe I thought I’d go into Valen’s mind and it would be easy to undo what Cyrillius did. Which was so slam stupid. The Kinduri have been manipulating him for solars. They’ve built up layers and layers of darkness. But I’m still crushed. I’m still shaking with the weight of what I saw in Valen’s mind. Get over it, I try to tell myself. I retrieve my uniform from the washroom and pull it on. There are no signs of Valen in the ship and when I get to the Command Deck, I find the hatch open. Looking for a few more moments of solitude, I step out of the ship and scale it. I climb the slick surface until I settle on top of the core, letting its warm, swirling mass warm me from beneath. It’s cool o
But he doesn’t say anything. He just lies down beside me, pulls me into his chest, and holds me as I cry over all the things that feel too big in this moment. I spend the rest of the day buried in the belly of the ship, because that’s what I know how to do. Ships and mechanics are simple. They’re straightforward. A, B, and C. One, two, and three. Copper. Steel. Titanium. I find a crack along the main hull, down at the very bottom of the ship. We’re slam lucky they were still working on this ship when we stole it. The ship is full of tools and supplies and everything they were using to finish it. I find a welding machine and I spend the rest of the day repairing the crack. By the time I finish it, it looks better than it did before we took off from Isroth. In total, the entire day, Valen and I say less than ten words to each other. We’re both lost in our own heads. We need to not constantly run through it all. So that night, we both climb into bed. We don’t say anything. And I go
I’m like a bullet. I dive in deep and fast. I fly past the swirling images around me. I ignore the storms. I’m a focused laser. I know what I’m looking for. I know where it is. I sail straight for it. And there, right in front of me, I find it. The pulsing darkness. I hear the screams. I see the lightning. I feel the dark pull. I am stronger than this. I am better than the Kinduri. Without fear, I march straight up to that darkness. I gather Neron around me. I let it fill me, fill me right to the brim. It’s coursing through me, beating with the steadiness of a drum. I hold my hands up. They’re alight with Neron. And I plunge my hands into the heart of the darkness. Screams. Mine. Valen’s. Screams of a thousand Kinduri. Screams of Cyrillius. I’m overcome with noise and madness. Like sound is pummeling me and will leave me a bloodied, broken mess on the ground. But then the darkness shatters. Pieces of it fly everywhere and instantly dissolve into the air. And a smile pull
I reach forward, lacing my fingers through Valen’s, looking into his endless eyes. “You know about Zayne,” I say. “We were together for a long time. We worked together. He was one of the few people I could stand. On paper, we should have had a future together.” Valen’s brows furrow, and I can tell he doesn’t like hearing about my past relationship. But this is real. This is our beginning, and we’re supposed to talk about these kinds of things. “But he wasn’t enough for me.” I hate the words. I hate myself for confessing them and feeling their truth, because I have to be a terrible person to think that about someone who is wonderful. “In the end, we weren’t balanced.” Valen’s fingers tighten around me, and I just have this feeling in my gut. That even though Valen and I are so opposite, even though everything in the galaxy is against the likelihood of us being…us, we are perfectly balanced. “Zayne was the only person I let in,” I say, looking at Valen, opening the truth in my hear
Valen shakes his head. “It isn’t as if they’re completely ignorant to the fact that there are other ways to live; that there are other, more advanced societies. The people are foolishly loyal to their planet and their ways. I truly think they’re all willing to die there, to slowly kill each other off until the planet is empty. It’s their way. Their tradition.” I shake my head. “It’s just so…savage. So brutal. I don’t understand it.” Valen doesn’t say anything, and I can tell he’s already thinking about something else. But it occurs to me. Valen isn’t just the way he is because of Cyrillius and Dominion. It stems from the very planet he was born on. He was brought into a world that valued hunting one another down. A planet that runs off the survival of the fittest. “But not everyone is like that on Starvis, right?” I ask. He takes a moment to respond as he shakes his trousers in the water. “No. Most, but not everyone. If a ship came and offered them safe passage off the planet, the
Five days. We spend five days in peaceful bliss. Hours spent hunting and foraging. Exploring the beautiful planet we crash-landed upon. We clean up the ship, organize it, go through all its cupboards and storage places. We sleep. We carry water from the lake to the ship. We begin to fall into a comfortable routine. And I don’t spend one single minute trying to repair the ship. There’s a little thought in the back of my head, one I feel too wicked to give acceptance to. There are hints of the future dancing on the edge of my memory. But then, a little over a week after we crashed here, I wake to find Valen watching me, his eyes intense and boring into me. It’s a look that freezes me in place. He doesn’t say anything, but his jaw is clenched tight. He’s breathing hard. And I can tell he’s barely containing words that aren’t really his. “The pull is still there, isn’t it?” I say, because I know. I can see it all over him. The need to return to Cyrillius is killing him, and he’s ba