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“No.” My voice is loud enough to make him glance over his shoulder at the cottage. “I can’t,” I continue in a whisper. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” He turns back to me, worry and confusion mixing in his expression. “Has someone… If one of these creepers… I won’t let anyone hurt you, Clara. I swear it. Just say the word and—”
“No, it’s not a person. It’s…the house, the doors, and the windows.” My pitch rises, snags and catches. “And the fireplace, and the bed, and the chair. The chair most of all.” I wrap my arms around my frailer-than-it-used-to-be self and hug tight. I know I don’t sound human, but by some miracle Declan seems to understand.
“I’m afraid of the chair, too. I’m afraid…” He reaches for my face, but his hand flits away at the last moment. “Well, I tell you what I’m not afraid of,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a tight smile. “I’m not afraid of sailing. Or a little rain if it decides to fall.” He tilts his head toward the docks. “Come on, then. Let’s find ourselves a boat.”
I sigh, weightless with relief. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he says, his smile going sad at the edges. “All I want is to make you happy.”
I nod a moment before ducking my chin.
I sense my response isn’t quite right, but when I glance up, Declan’s friendly smile is in place and his elbow held out for me to claim. I take it and hold tight as we go quickly, quietly down the path.
The sand shifts beneath my feet and sneaks into my boots. The cool ocean wind gusts harder, transforming my hair into a hundred tiny whips that sting at my face and neck, distracting me from the tingling of my skin in the places where Declan and I touch.
Nothing has ever felt so right and so wrong at the same time.
Further evidence that I have to leave this place.
Before I’m torn apart.
Chapter Six
Declan
We’re out of our minds.
I’m out of my mind, anyway. I’m not sure Clara was ever all the way in hers, and I’d imagine it’s hard to get out of something you’ve never been firmly inside.
Her unpredictable nature is one of the most intriguing things about her. I usually admire it, enjoy it even, but at the moment—
“Sit back, Clara! Sit back!” I shout to be heard over the wind, the waves slapping the side of the boat, and the blood rushing in my ears.
Thankfully, she leans back, her rain-soaked skirt hitting her seat before my heart can leap out of my throat. She turns, holding her dripping, tangled hair away from her face with one arm as she points across the water with another. “Farther out! Just a little bit farther!”
“We have to turn back,” I say, cringing as lightning flashes behind the rocks to our right. Thunder booms loud enough to shake the boat a moment later.
I reverse direction on the paddles—it grew too windy for sails not long after we left the dock—and dig deep, pulling for shore. That last flash was too close. If we stay out, the chances we’ll be hit by lightning are going to rival our chances of being tossed overboard. And those are looking pretty good right now.
Or bad.
Definitely bad. The waves are as tall as a grown man and it’s only a matter of time before—
“Clara! Sit down!” I shout as she stands, stumbling a few steps before regaining her balance.
“I see them, Declan. I see them!” Her arm jabs frantically through the air, but I can’t see what she’s pointing at. If she weren’t so pale, I wouldn’t be able to make her out at all. Thick, black clouds smother all the starlight, leaving nothing but flashes of lightning to navigate by.
I’ve always heard lightning will strike the tallest thing on the water. The tallest thing for miles is the mast of our boat. The next tallest is Clara who refuses to—
“Sit down!” I beg again.
Hauling the oars into the boat, I inch over until I’m close enough to grab a handful of her soaking skirt in my hand. I never should have taken her out, I never should have left the island.
Hell, I should have stayed in bed and dreamt nice dreams about this girl instead of letting Awake Clara talk me into killing us both.
“My birds!” She braces herself on my shoulder and leans down to shout in my ear. “They’re there, Declan! I see my friends. Just beyond the wards. We have to go to them before they try to come to us and get hurt. Or worse.”
She turns and I think I hear her calling for the birds to stay back, but that doesn’t make a lick of sense and I can’t be sure I’ve heard her clearly anyway.
