Sisters Of Salt And Iron. Kady Cross
I knew my sister found me terrifying, but she loved me anyway. I never understood why I was so frightening until I saw Lark in my world. Sometimes people didn’t have to be hideous or monstrous to be frightening. In fact, simply looking “not right” could be disturbing enough.
Noah relaxed. “Good.” He turned to me with a soft smile. “I cannot imagine anyone thinking you anything but perfect.”
“Oh.” That was the only word I could remember at that moment. He was so handsome, and so tall, and so saying everything I wanted to hear. Lark would tell me he was too good to be true. That I shouldn’t trust him.
Sometimes, my sister didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Are you having fun?” Noah asked. “Do you want to stay? Or can I steal you away?”
I glanced around the room. I was having fun—sort of. As much fun as a dead girl could have in a room full of people who couldn’t see her. But then my gaze fell on Kevin.
He was staring straight at me. Or rather, he was staring at Noah. With the veil between worlds thinning, his abilities as a medium were magnified. My wish that he could see me there with another boy had just come true.
He looked like someone had punched him in the throat. I had hoped for regret, not pain. The satisfaction I had thought I’d feel wilted under an emotion I couldn’t quite identify.
I turned away, facing Noah, who thankfully hadn’t realized we had an audience. It wasn’t too difficult to smile at him. “Let’s go,” I said. “This isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”
Noah took my hand, and then we were gone, back to the grounds of Haven Crest where we talked and danced to our own music for hours. And I concentrated all of my attention on the boy I could have, rather than the one who could never be mine.
LARK
Wren had taken off with Casper the Friendly Douche a few hours earlier, and I hadn’t seen her since. It wasn’t like her to just disappear on me, which meant she was all twitterpated over Mr. Darcy. Noah. Whatever.
I was not jealous. I was, however, worried. What if this guy was a jerk? Wren didn’t know anything about relationships outside of TV and movies, and Noah had spent at least part of his existence among the living. Any guy that polished and pretty had to be a player as far as I was concerned.
I really wanted to be wrong, but something about him bothered me.
I was not—repeat—not jealous.
A few of us stuck around after the party to help clean up. It wasn’t a terribly late night. Mace and Ben volunteered to drive those who’d had too much Halloween “spirits” home.
Carrying a recyclable bag full of soda cans, I walked into the kitchen. Sarah and Kevin stood in front of the sink. He leaned back, slightly, as though trying to put as much distance between them as he could when she had him practically pinned between herself and the counter.
“He’s my friend,” Kevin said, his voice low, his hands gripping the edge of the sink behind him.
“What am I?” Sarah demanded.
Okay, I didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what was going on. “The friend’s girlfriend?” I volunteered. Was this any of my business? Nope. But Mace had saved my life, and had become a good friend. I felt strangely protective of him, and in the hierarchy of friends, both Kevin and Sarah were near the bottom of my list.
Sarah jumped back, putting several feet of distance between them. She looked pissed. Kevin looked guilty—and maybe a little relieved? Sarah must have seen that relief as well, because she made a noise of disgust and pivoted dramatically on her heel. She shot me a glare as she stomped past me and out of the kitchen. I raised a brow and said nothing.
I took the bag of cans over to the blue bin and set it inside before turning to look at Kevin. He was flushed. “Thanks.”
I tilted my head. “For what? Keeping you from becoming even more of a jerk?”
He laughed. I hadn’t expected that. He laughed so hard, his eyes watered. Or maybe those were tears. I couldn’t tell. He was a hot mess.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod as he wiped at his eyes. “For that.”
I never understood what Wren saw in him, but at that moment I felt bad for the guy. He looked really effed up.
“Do you really like her?” I asked, moving closer to him.
Kevin shrugged. “Not enough to lose Mace over her. He’s been my best friend since elementary school.” He swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Did Wren tell you about us?”
Both my brows shot up. “Wren knows?”
“Shit.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “She didn’t tell you that she saw us kissing?”
“Uh, no. Otherwise I would have taken you aside and kicked your ass long before this.” Wren was keeping all kinds of secrets, it seemed. Didn’t she trust me? Or did she just not want to hear what I might say? If she’d told me about Kevin and Sarah I would have shot my mouth off, and I would be the first to admit just how much of a bitch I could be.
Or worse, my sister had felt too awful to even talk about it—which really made me want to take a swing at him. No wonder she’d grabbed onto Mr. Darcy.
Folding his arms over his chest, Kevin looked me in the eye. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just wanted to connect with someone.” He laughed again. “God, I sound so pathetic, don’t I?”
I frowned. “No, not really.” And then, as the thought occurred to me, “You love my sister, don’t you?”
A look of horror washed over his face. “Is she still here?” He even glanced over his shoulder as though he expected to find her standing there.
“No, she’s gone.”
His shoulders slumped. “Good. Stupid, right? Not like we can ever be together.”
I shrugged. “Not until you’re dead.”
This time when he laughed, it seemed more out of a sense of amusement. “Something to look forward to.”
I smiled. “Sure.”
Kevin’s brows drew together. “Who was that guy she had with her? Do you know him?”
“You saw him?” It had taken Kevin a long time to be able to see Wren, and even then it had taken a lot of focus for both of them. It made sense, I guess, that with Halloween’s approach his abilities would sharpen.
“Yeah. He looked familiar. Who is he?”
“Noah,” I replied. “That’s all I know. I called him Mr. Darcy.”
He grinned. “You would. His clothes were more Victorian, though.”
“You’re splitting hairs, Sixth Sense.” He hated when I called him that. And when had he become a historical fashion expert? “If you don’t want to discuss your feelings for Wren with me, that’s cool.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I don’t see the point. You’ve figured me out, and talking about it just hurts. She hasn’t told you about this new guy?”
“No. I just met him tonight. I don’t think she’s known him long. She’s just thrilled to find a cute dead guy, I think.”
“I know him from somewhere, though.” His frown deepened. “You think he’s cute?”
Somehow, I managed not to laugh. I smiled, though. “I think she