She needed to tell Aaron that Jason was innocent.

Ill and desperate, Aya yanked herself free from the restraining ground and pulled protective magic around her again. Coming to stand on wobbling legs, she started back up the rise, the expanse of field stretching far, far back to the white walls.

A terrible realization stopped her dead, erecting an invisible barricade that prevented her from taking another step.

The truth about the former premier’s murder would bring war.

How could she run back into the compound and admit that one of her own people had somehow snuck beyond the walls and killed the air elemental leader?

Conversely, how could she let Jason take the fall for something she had had a distant hand in causing?

The earth reached up and grabbed her. Pulled her down and tried to embrace her. To tell her exactly what she had to do. Where her true loyalties lay.

It hurt so much, this choice. How could anyone live with this? Live through this and come out alive when it was over? It was a physical pain that inhabited the entire place where her organs should be. Her body curled into itself, but the position did nothing other than remind her how small she was, and how she had to fit so much into that little, evolving heart and mind.

A rumble started in the distance—the insistent whir of a car’s engine getting louder and louder as it came down the dirt road. Aya had to reach deep for the earth’s magic to camouflage her body where it lay on its side atop the rise. She was weak. Too far away from the untouched spot on the earth. And too human. But she managed to assume the disguise as the car rolled by, appearing as just another bump on the half-frozen, snow-dusted ground.

She lay there for a long time, watching the car become smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared. Though she did not believe in signs or omens, the appearance of the human’s vehicle had seemed to make her choice, and it left her as lonely and empty as this very spot in the world.

If she told Aaron about Nem, the Children’s position in the Senatus—carefully planned and positioned over centuries and centuries—would be annihilated. All the jockeying they’d done to keep the Secondaries together and under the Children’s watch would disappear.

If she told Aaron about Nem, war between the Secondaries would seep into the human world. It would destroy parts of their planet and it would endanger innocents. In the end, everything had to come down to her sister race. Humanity’s existence relied on peace.

With a dreadful tremor that shimmied from her crown to her toes, she let the earth take her back in. Swallow her. The rock and dirt and clay ground her up. She felt no better in tinier pieces.

She would hunt Nem, she decided. But the secret truth behind the murder would have to remain her own.

 • • •

Griffin dragged his feet away from the B and B. Hilo. He had to get to Hilo. That’s where she’d try to get a boat, but with what money? What was she thinking? If he could get there quickly, he could try to reason with her once she’d cooled off.

Except that she’d made it pretty damn clear that reasoning with her would be like slamming his head against a wall.

She hadn’t killed him, but she’d thrown some serious, scary magic at him. Knocked him out so good he still heard the bells, and he was still trying to get his vision to realign.

He jogged as fast as he was able, but already he needed a bit of rest. Using his own magic was out of the question, at least until it had some time to regenerate. That heat she’d blasted at him had boiled his water to uselessness. Time. He just needed a little more time to recover, then he could hunt again.

Ahead stood a one-pump gas station that looked like it had been caught in a 1975 time warp. He snuck around to the back of it and collapsed against a cracked concrete wall. Exhausted, legs pulled to his chest, forehead resting on his knees, he fought for his equilibrium.

I love you.

Those words gave him the tiniest edge of hope to grab and hold. His fingers were worn and bloody, his muscles shorting out and his heart in tatters, but he’d fucking well cling to that edge.

“Fuck.” Griffin’s arm flew out to the side, his fist hitting the concrete. A chunk of it, painted pale green, crumbled off and fell to the dirt.

On the front side of the gas station, a screen door opened and slammed. Two voices—one male, one female—drifted back to where Griffin hid. They sounded worried, their tone clearer than their words. Griffin thought he heard the word fire tossed about. He couldn’t be sure, but his stomach dropped anyway.

No, Keko wouldn’t. He shook his head, choosing to believe she wouldn’t have done anything to harm Primaries. She was many things, but not that kind of woman. She knew her battles, and right now her only opponent was him.

He peeked around the gas station corner and saw the rotund figures of a man and woman hurrying up the road in the direction from which he’d come.

Griffin pushed to his feet. He still needed time to recover, and if those two had been the only employees inside, they’d just given him a good opportunity. He slunk around to the front of the station. The place was empty, the door laughably locked. The screen in the door gave way under his fist, he undid the feeble latch meant to keep it locked, and the hinges screeched as he let himself in. A phone hung on the wall behind the cash register and he snatched it up, pulling the cord over the counter so he could stand in the aisle and keep an eye out for the returning couple.

He got an answer on the third ring. Gwen still picked up her phone even when she didn’t recognize the number of the caller. She’d told him once that after all she’d been through, she never knew who might be calling, who might need her help. When Griffin heard his friend’s voice answer with a terse “Hello,” he’d never been so grateful for a practice he’d once chastised her for.

“It’s Griffin.”

Gwen exhaled. “Great stars, Griffin, it’s been days. I thought I’d hear from you sooner. Or at least get word through the Senatus.”

“Not from the premier you won’t. He’s dead. Bad situation I don’t know much about. Things are a little . . . up in the air right now.”

“Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”

He glanced down at his body. “I’m alive.”

By the way she paused, he knew she was about to say something she didn’t want to. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear this, but your cabinet is restless, and when they get like that, they talk. They hate not knowing where you are, what you’re doing, and they’re letting all Ofarians know it. You’re going to have your own bad situation on your hands when you get back. You might . . . Griffin, I’ll just say it. They’re talking about deposing you.”

That was a new one. Grinding a heel of one hand into his eye socket, he took pleasure from the burst of stars that came out behind his eyelid. He didn’t want to hear about his cabinet or his office right now. There were bigger things to worry about.

“Listen, Gwen. Things have . . . changed.”

“Did you find Keko? Are you with her?”

The ache in his chest burned with her absence.

“I was,” he replied. “Then I lost her. And I think—oh God, Gwen—I think I might have to let her go. I think I might have to let her get to the Source.”

Gwen’s tone shifted from that of worried friend to concerned Ofarian. Which was exactly what he needed. “You can’t. That’s not why you went there.”

“I know I can’t. But . . . oh fuck, Gwen.” The hand that didn’t grip the phone tapped incessantly on the counter. “I think . . . I think I love her. And the only way she’ll ever believe how I feel is if I let her go after the Source, let her do this one thing that means more to her than anything, far more than me. The one thing that she believes will make her whole.”