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Finn takes a breath, then another, and he squeezes my hand, and squeezes it hard. “Delusions are common with your condition, Cal,” he finally answers. “It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if you dreamed him. You’re fine. I promise, you’re fine.”
“But you don’t know who I’m talking about?” I ask softly.
Finn shakes his head slowly.
No.
But Dare is so real.
Dare is real now as he sits across the library and stares at me, listening to our words and smirking.
He’s real when he follows me back to my room, and he’s real as he leans against the door.
“Come with me back to Astoria,” I suggest. “We’ll get this sorted.”
“What a British thing to say,” he grins.
“That’s the meanest thing you’ve said to me all day.”
He laughs, completely unoffended.
On the night before I leave for home, Eleanor comes to my room, creeping in the dark, moving in the shadows. Her skinny arms are like limbs, the shadows scraping the walls like dead leaves.
“Calla, I have something for you,” she tells me. I sit up in my bed, startled because I’d never even heard her come in and she’s never been in my room before.
She holds her hand out, and a ring glistens in her palm.
It’s silver and shiny, a plain band, thick and heavy.
I look at her questioningly.
“It was your grandfather’s,” she says simply by way of explanation. I take it immediately, curiously examining it by moonlight. It feels cool in my hand, significant somehow.
“Did my grandfather die because he wanted to?” I ask. “To get away from you?” Because that’s what people say.
Eleanor actually laughs, a husky noise in the night.
“Child, your grandfather never did anything he didn’t want to do. And that included dying. He was like you, you know.”
This grabs my attention with both hands and holds it.
“What do you mean?” I ask sharply. “How was he like me? He was crazy, too?”
She sits next to my bed. “Don’t say you’re crazy, Calla. It’s demeaning and you’re a Savage. You aren’t understood, and I can’t explain it. That doesn’t mean you’re crazy. Your grandfather was a good man, and he was just like you, only he wasn’t strong enough to sustain. He couldn’t keep going on. But I know that you are. Keep his ring. It will hold you to the ground, and help you to always remember where you are. When the time comes, you’ll do what is right.”
This is confusing and I tell her that. She smiles again.
“Give me your hand.”
I obey and she strokes the palm, her brow knitted together as she examines me.
“Your heart line is broken, child,” she murmurs, tracing it with her fingers. “It forks into two, then three. It’s as I’ve always said. One for one for one.”
“What does that mean?” I ask. I’m sure it’s a valid question because how confusing.
She ignores me. “Your life line is long and deep,” she announces. “It indicates you are stronger than you know, that you are cautious.”
“I don’t feel strong,” I tell her.
