The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Fifty

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Sleeping in Kai’s room was a confusing experience for May.

There was the familiarity, the understanding that it had once and for many years been hers. But now the pillows smelled of sawdust and sea salt – the combination of which had always reminded May of her brother – and the yeasty aroma of Kai’s home-brewed beer as it wafted through the floorboard. Despite Kai’s assurances, she still hadn’t gotten used to it. Still, the smells coupled with things like the mountain of mens t-shirts stacked on the dresser and a second surfboard wedged next to the bed helped May subtract Em’s memory from the room just enough to let her sleep.

By morning, however, May was right back where she started. Waking up with Em on her mind became May’s normal. Some mornings she was rendered immobile with heartsickness, the space beside her too vast and cold to bring any comfort. Other mornings she woke up angry. On these days she’d tell herself she should have accepted Lety’s offer to stay with the Murder. Perhaps something might have bloomed between the two of them, and wouldn’t that have taught Em for cutting her out of the rescue mission and abandoning her?

It would only take a moment of entertaining that line of thinking – of trying to spitefully imagine letting Lety’s lips press into hers – before shame and an unimaginable sense of loss chased the anger away. Yes, she was mad at Em and, no, she still didn’t believe in the plan. But she loved that girl so much it hurt and too much to imagine doing anything other than wait.

Some mornings, after hyper-real dreams of Em’s skin and hands and mouth, May would be awoken by a throbbing between her legs. She missed Em’s body against hers; the way the Star would worship her like a goddess while leaving paths of bruising kisses up her thighs. The memory always left May aching until she slid her hand under her clothes to finish what dream Em had started.

Some day, she promised herself in the wave of bliss that followed when she finished, they would share those moments again. If she was patient, then one day she wouldn’t have to wake up without her.


The days passed in a blur. Kai was usually gone to work with their father by the time May emerged, so she took her time deciding how to spend the long hours stretching out like miles between herself and the vague destination she was waiting to reach. It was hard for her to imagine really settling in – she had no idea if her return to Omea would be long or short-lived – so she spent her days avoiding anything that felt too permanent.

She made a point to visit Omi every day, even if it was just to share lunch with him. But as time passed her mother’s gentle patience with her morphed into a concerned pressure that May didn’t want to deal with.

“What’s your plan, May?” Tiio asked one afternoon as they washed dishes side-by-side. “We could find you a job. Perhaps you could get certified to work with me as a midwife. You’re so smart, it wouldn’t take long.”

“No one’s going to want me delivering their babies, mama,” May replied, her voice deadpan.

“Oh, stop it,” her mother fussed on the edge of frustration. “People will trust you again. But you have to try. Check your attitude and remember they‘re just scared of what they don’t understand. You’ll prove them wrong.”

That was as close as her mother came to laying blame, a fact May had to give her some credit for; there had been a time when the accusations would have come first and the compassion second. Still, if there was one thing May had left in the past, it was any desire to grovel for the approval of Omea’s general population.

She wore this defiance like armor when she walked through town. The first time she willed herself to wander the streets alone she had been riddled with anxiety until she witnessed the first set of eyes widen in recognition at the sight of her. It was a look she wasn’t used to getting from the people here; not a sneer of judgement but a gaze of awe.

Of fear.

Quickly, May realized whatever rumors Lenaia had mentioned must have painted May out to be a force to be reckoned with at best, and a villain at worst. May rather liked the peace the notoriety afforded her. These weren’t people she wanted to earn back the respect of – as long as they left her alone, she could be happy.

But whether it was her family or the townspeople, May found she could only spend so much time around either before she desperately needed to be alone. By the afternoons she was usually in the water in front of the treehouse. For hours she would bob in the waves like a bottle cast out to sea; inside, a tightly curled missive filled with heartache and misery. She’d float, rocking gently until she felt the water seep inside and dissolve her feelings like a delicate piece of soaked parchment.

Sometimes she would gather a deep breath, close her eyes and dive deeply just to let herself drift. She tried to use the water the way Em did, letting the warm and dense saltwater block out her senses until all that existed in the world was her and her alone. Even without otherworldly abilities, she could see the appeal, though she wondered how Em could have ever equated May with the ocean. May couldn’t fathom how she could bring another person this kind of peace when she herself was such a raging storm.

She would stay in the ocean until the unnatural sounds of the Rocket rumbling up the beach called her home. Once inside, Kai would dole out cold bottles of beer and the pair would spend the rest of the evening drinking and talking as they watched the sun set.

Kai was the only one in her family who was truly honest with May. Over the course of several nights he admitted to the rumors that had begun circulating after May left the island. He told her about their parents’ fear for her safety, especially when they didn’t hear from her – a point that made May cringe with guilt.

“I think it changed all of us, to be honest,” Kai mused over the mouth of his bottle, thinking back to the fall-out of that final night with a far-off expression.

Their parents had pushed back against anyone who dared speak out against May; they wanted to do right by their daughter, even if she was no longer there to benefit from it. While none of them had seen who threw Kane from the treehouse, the entire Alana family had not been quiet about making sure he didn’t get to play the victim. Ever humble, Kai danced around the idea that he might have been the one to convince Bilo – Kane’s accomplice – into fessing up to the real reason they were at the treehouse in the first place.

“It pisses me off it took this long for people to finally start seeing Kane for the trash fire of a person that he is, but at least people are starting to come around.” Kai told her.

“Then why do they all look at me like I might burn the whole town down?” May asked as she emptied her third drink of the night. “Not that I mind to be honest.”

Kai considered the question for a silent moment. “I think they realized they underestimated you. Especially now; you’ve been places and done things they can only imagine. Plus you’ve, uh, got friends in high places.”

May shook her head. “So what you’re really saying is they’re afraid of her.”

Her. They didn’t say her name anymore.

“Is that such a bad thing?” Kai’s eyebrows raised with curiosity.

May didn’t have an answer for him.

Unfortunately, of all the coping mechanisms May developed since being home, it was the daily drink she took to with the most gusto. A couple beers after dinner became too many over the course of an evening and soon Kai was coming home to find May had gotten started without him. He’d purse his lips, watching his sister gaze glassy-eyed over the water, but he said nothing.

Then one day, after sleeping the morning away, May staggered downstairs and peered at the clock. She groaned when she saw how late it was and, after changing into her swimsuit, she made a beeline for the water in hope that the cool embrace of the sea would be all she needed to wash away the lingering grog.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later when she returned to the house to find something to eat, that she made the discovery. She pulled open the refrigerator door only to find it conspicuously sparse. The shelves that once housed Kai’s beer were bare.

Frowning, May padded down the hallway. She had a pretty good sense of what she was going to find when she opened the closet door but it still surprised her to see the brewing barrel was gone.

“Did you seriously hide the beer from me?” May spat when Kai came home that evening. “Like I’m some kind of teenage delinquent?”

“You mean my beer, that I make out of ingredients I pay for?” Kai snapped back. It was like they were kids again, arguing over shared playthings.

May rolled her eyes, vaguely surprised by how irritated she was by this.

“You said the stuff in the fridge was for drinking,” she said, arms crossed tightly across her chest. “If you didn’t want me to drink it, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because by the time I realized I should I don’t think it would have stopped you.”

His words spilled out in a hurry, as if he didn’t trust himself to say it if he thought about it too long. His face was flushed and his expression pained. May’s mouth dropped open as she blinked back at him in shock.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“It means you’re hurting, May,” Kai replied sadly. “And I think you’re looking for comfort wherever you can find it. But drinking yourself numb every night isn’t going to make it go away, not really. I want to help you, Maybe, but not like that.”

May laughed; a short, incredulous sound.

“Are you kidding me?” she demanded forcefully. “You think I’m developing some kind of problem?” She emphasized the word ‘problem’ like it was the punchline to a bad joke.

“Yes,” Kai answered, looking her dead in the eyes. “I do.”

Heat rose across May’s face. She was angry, but more than that she was embarrassed. Maybe Kai was right, but she wasn’t about to admit it to either him or herself, so instead she pushed past him and out the door.

“May, where are you going?” Kai yelled after her as he followed her down the stairs.

“To find some comfort that doesn’t come with judgement,” she snarked back at him. The words felt stupid even as they left her mouth, but the only thing she could think of was to throw his own words back at him.

Behind her, May heard Kai’s footsteps cease. He was letting her go.

And so she stormed off down the beach alone.

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Nine

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The drive out to the treehouse was made in silence.

May rubbed the back of her head and kept her gaze locked out the window as Kai drove his van, the Rocket, down the hardened path of sand she used to walk every day. It felt like a dream.

At first Kai had offered to move out of the treehouse so May could have her old place back, but she refused. After some tense negotiating, she finally agreed to come back with him if only to pacify his guilt and avoid having to spend the night avoiding her parents’ pitying looks.

The Rocket rumbled to a stop and May jumped out before Kai could even turn off the engine. She gazed up at the deck of the treehouse, her stomach tight with both anxiety and nostalgia. From the outside it looked like the exact same place she and her father had built together; the same place she had taken refuge when the people of Omea turned their backs on her. From her place on the sand, May could see the hammock Em slept in when she first arrived. Despite this place – this island – having been May’s home, Em was everywhere; an invisible mark lingering as strongly as the day she left it.

“Ready?” Kai asked, May’s pack hitched up over one of his shoulders.

Exhaling slowly, May nodded and followed him up the stairs.

Once inside, the presence of a man was unmistakable. Though Kai hadn’t made any major changes, there was evidence of his handiwork everywhere. The sliding glass door leading out to the deck – the one Em had demolished in her attempt to save May from Kane that last, fateful night – had been completely replaced. He had also changed the locks on the door and reinforced the windows. His tool box and belt sat in a heap by the couch and a surfboard leaned against the bookshelf on the far wall.

“Sorry about the mess,” Kai mumbled as he swooped to clear a few mounds of discarded laundry from the floor and couch. “I swear I’m usually not this messy.”

“I’ve known you my entire life, Kai,” May replied. “I know that’s not true.”

Kicking off her shoes, May took a few steps into the room and paused. “What is that smell?”

The question elicited a sly grin from Kai.

“Check this out, you’re gonna love it.”

He lead her down the solitary hallway, past the bathroom to the small storage closet where the smell of yeast and other earthy aromas was almost overpowering. With a flourish, Kai pulled open the closet door and yanked on the chain for the light bulb dangling overhead. There, in the space where May had once stored spare bedding and towels, sat a small nondescript barrel.

“I have no idea what I’m looking at,” she admitted flatly.

“I’m brewing my own beer,” Kai boasted, clearly proud of himself.

“In the closet?” May was confused.

“Yeah, come try it.” Kai killed the light and sealed the barrel back in the closet before ushering May to the kitchen. From the fridge he pulled two brown bottles and cracked the caps off in the crook of his elbow.

“When did this happen?” May asked, giving the mouth of her bottle a tentative sniff.

“When I moved in,” Kai said, throwing back a swig from his own. “I’ve always wanted to try it but never really had the space. You get used to the smell, I promise.”

May had always known her brother enjoyed beer but hadn’t realized he harbored a desire to make it himself. Telling herself to keep a straight face no matter how it tasted, she took a sip.

“Oh, wow!” May blinked up at her brother in surprise. “This is actually really good.”

“I know, right?” Kai looked positively delighted with himself. “Lenaia even convinced her boss to start selling it at the bar once I can increase production.”

“Well holy shit,” May marvelled before taking another, more generous drink. Kai boomed with laughter. Beers in hand, they made their way out onto the deck to watch the last of the twilight colors fade.

For the first few moments neither spoke. May sat in the hammock, kicking at the floor with her toes to get it rocking. From the old folding chair, Kai stared out across the ocean. When it became clear May was nearing the end of her bottle, he opened a fresh one and handed it to her without asking. She took it with a crooked half-smile.

“So, what happened?” Kai asked at last, watching his sister throw back her beer like someone drinking to forget. “Why are you really back here?”

“I told you,” May said, wiping her bottom lip with the back of her hand. “Em’s gone. What else was I supposed to do?”

“I guess I just don’t understand.” Kai closed one eye and peered into his bottle with the other, watching the amber beer swirl. “You two were crazy about each other. What the fuck happened?”

May hesitated before answering. She could tell by the hurt in his voice Kai was feeling betrayed – he had really believed in them. A lump rose in May’s throat and she took another drink to wash it down.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she replied with a grimace. “I don’t even want to think about it to be honest.”

Kai pressed his lips into a tight line between his teeth. “Are you okay?”

“No,” May said. “Not really.”

She could feel Kai watching her, willing her to look at him and open up, but she ignored him. Despite the plan and the fact that the break-up was all for show, May was as raw as if the whole thing had been real. It felt real even now, after all the time she’d had to process things. If she succumbed to her brother’s pity she had no idea how long it would take to pull herself back together.

She was so tired of crying over Em.

Eventually, Kai gave in. He sighed loudly, and collected the empty bottles.

“Let me go grab a few things from the bedroom and then you can have it,” he said. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not taking your room from you,” May argued defiantly. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll sleep down here.”

“Like fuck you will,” was all Kai said in reply. May heard him pick up her pack and, turning, watched him haul it up the stairs to the treehouse’s only bedroom. On any other day she would have put up more of a fight, but right now she was too tired to care.

Finishing her beer, May laid back in the hammock and let the sound of the waves drown out her thoughts. Her mind was almost clear when the first of the night’s stars appeared in the darkened sky.

“You just won’t let me be, will you?” she whispered up to the winking white light. The warm line of a single tear traced its way across her cheekbone and down into her hair. She wiped it away with the cuff of her sleeve and frowned when she realized it was Em’s hoodie she was wearing.

The Star was everywhere.

When she was done being angry, May would come to appreciate that.

For now, she was still too hurt to do anything but cry.

“No wonder I’m so tired.” she murmured before letting the rest of the tears falls.

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Eight

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May didn’t blame anyone for the hush that fell over the room when she stepped into it.

Her family’s expressions ranged from apprehensive to shell-shocked and she was sure her nervous smile wasn’t helping.

“Hi,” she said weakly, giving a little wave.

Her brother, Kai, was the first to make a move. He rose wordlessly from the sofa, stepped across the room in three massive strides, and swept May up into his strong arms, crushing her in a hug.

“I fucking missed you, Maybe,” Kai thundered. His voice, even in tenderness, was as big as he was.

“Hey! Language!” Ora admonished. May peered over Kai’s shoulder to see her sister casting a pointed look at Omi, who laughed behind his hands.

“Omi knows what’s up,” Kai replied. He gripped May around the middle and lifted her up as if she were a child herself. “Auntie’s back!”

“Auntie’s back!” Omi parroted, throwing himself at his uncle’s legs and scaling him like a tree.

“Yes, auntie’s back,” Tiio said, leaning out from the kitchen with a smile across her face. “But dinner’s also ready so quit messing around and come get your plates.”

May was swarmed in the ensuing rush to the kitchen. Arms wrapped her in tight, warm hugs and kisses pressed into her glowing cheeks. The questions would come, but for now May was going to let herself enjoy this sorely needed outpouring of love and affection.

The Alana family filled their plates in a flurry of bodies moving about the kitchen and filed out onto the patio. Plumeria scented the hot evening air and May breathed it in as she settled into her seat and into the comfortable familiarity of this place and the people she was with.

“I can’t believe how long your hair has gotten, Maybe!” Ora chirped as she poured fresh juice into Omi’s glass. “I always liked it when it was long.”

May let out an awkward laugh, twisting a damp lock around her finger. “Things have been so busy I kind of forgot to keep it trimmed to be honest.” She still preferred it short, but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning right now.

“Tell us all about what’s been keeping you busy,” said Gray, Ora’s husband, with a grin. “We’re dying to know what you’ve been up to out there.”

“Are there pirates on the mainland?” Omi shouted across the table through a full mouth.

“Everybody stop,” Tiio said, waving for everyone to hush. “The girl has been resting for days. At least let her get a few bites in first.”

May’s father, Kaleo, nodded in Ora’s direction. “Why don’t you tell your sister the news?”

Ora opened her mouth, but Omi swallowed his mouthful and beat her to it.

“I’m gonna be a big brother!” he exclaimed gleefully.

With a gasp, May darted a wide-eyed glance to her beaming sister.

“Holy shit!”

May slapped a hand over her mouth as Ora blanched. Tiio and Kaleo coughed through their full mouths. Kai howled with laughter. They had never heard her swear before.

“I’m sorry!” May apologized between her fingers.

Kai gave her a hearty slap on the back. “I never thought I’d see the day!” He laughed, then pointed a stern finger at Omi. “Remember: cussing’s only for grown-ups.”

“Anyway,” Ora said, drawing back attention with a gently placed hand on her belly. “It’s true.”

“That’s amazing!” May was in awe. “How far along are you?”

“Only a few months. These flowy dresses won’t be able to hide it for much longer. Your timing is excellent – I’ll be able to use the extra help once baby arrives!”

May was sure Ora meant well by the statement – after all, May had always loved the time she spent with Omi. But the idea of being a nanny again – of going right back to where she was before meeting Em – made her stomach plummet.

“I’m so happy for you,” she said noncommittally. Keeping her smile bright, she looked at Omi. “Are you excited to have a new baby around?”

“Yup!” Omi’s entire body shimmied with joy. He was going to make a great big brother.

“Wow,” May breathed, leaning back in her seat. “What else did I miss?”

Her family filled her in on things like Omi’s first year at “big boy school” and the fact that Kai had moved into her old tree house – a fact he admitted to bashfully, worried his sister might be upset at having been ousted from the home she built. They told her about a terrible wind storm that had blown through in the late summer, damaging many homes in the village.

“It’s certainly kept us busy,” said Kaleo, who owned small construction company – inherited from his own father – that was responsible for having built most of the houses in the village. “But thankfully no one was hurt. Other than that it’s been a pretty quiet year.”

May’s eyes roamed the faces of her family, searching for hints of all the things they weren’t telling her. There were no mentions of the rumors or gossip Lenaia had alluded to or admonishments over her abandonment. No questions about Em. May couldn’t shake the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Now that you’re caught up, tell us what you’ve been up to,” Kai demanded as he sat back down with a plate full of second helpings. “I wanna hear everything.”

Everything. May turned the word over in her mind as she decided what exactly she was going to say. She had no doubt her family wasn’t telling her everything, hiding the more worrying details of the past year from her as she was sure they were. To be fair, there was a lot May wasn’t willing to tell them either.

So, she followed their lead and kept it light. Carefully extracting Em from the stories, May told her family about the good times. She painted pictures of towering cities and towns carved into cliff sides, of weeks spent harvesting grapes to be made into wine and about the time she put all her father’s lessons to work when she helped repair a collapsed hostel roof. To Omi she described the powerful trains she used to get from place to place, and Kai nodded approvingly when she mentioned she learned to play guitar. A story about helping a rancher deliver a breech calf made May’s mother – Omea’s longest-serving midwife – smile wide with pride. The more she talked about her adventures on the mainland the easier it was for her to pretend the whole thing had simply been a whirlwind backpacking trip and not the byproduct of being on the run from a murderous group of zealots.

As she talked, her family asked all the right questions – were the people friendly? Had she been scared? What was the food like? Did she miss them? There was a giant white elephant sitting at the table, but they were all doing their absolute best to ignore it.

That suited May just fine. Perhaps it was naive to pretend she’d never have to answer any of the tough questions – that she’d be able to slide back into life on the island as though nothing had happened – but May was willing to try as long as everyone else would let her.

“Auntie?” Omi asked, his chin resting in his hands.

“Yeah, baby?” May still couldn’t get over the fact that he was sitting right across from her after months and months of missing him.

“Where did your girlfriend go?”

The silence was deafening. Even the birds in the trees seemed to hold their breath.

There it was: the question everyone had been dancing around.

Beneath the table, Ora gave Omi a little prod.

“Ow!” He jerked away from her. “What was that for?”

“What did I say about asking that question?” she hissed between clenched teeth, mortification colouring her face.

“It’s okay,” May said. She hadn’t meant to say it; the words seemed to come from somewhere else like an unseen ventriloquist was using her as a dummy. May’s heart sank and her body went numb. The comfortable easiness that had surrounded the dinner table was gone now, though it had been good while it lasted.

She looked at her nephew and forced a sad smile. “She’s gone, baby.”

“Em is gone.”

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Seven

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May awoke slowly; a measured and drawn-out exhale.

As her mind slid from a pool of sleep to the shore of wakefulness, she became aware of someone was watching her. There was a soft depression in the mattress beside her, indicating her watcher was sitting close.

It wouldn’t be the first time May had awakened to find Em watching her sleep, a soft smile on her lips and love shining in her diamond blue eyes.

Reaching out, May fumbled for Em with a blind hand. She wasn’t quite ready to commit to waking up yet, and she kept her eyes closed in protest.

Her hand landed on a small head covered in course, closely cropped hair. May frowned. It felt nothing like the silver wisps of Em’s.

A giggle startled her.

Her eyes snapped open to find a cherubic face grinning back at her.

“Omi!” May gasped, jolting upright. She was completely awake now.

“Hi, auntie!” her nephew chirped, excitement sparkling in his obsidian eyes. He scampered across the mattress and into his aunt’s waiting arms.

May clutched the boy close and blinked away tears of surprise and happiness. She had forgotten everything – WIND, what had transpired between her and Em, the fact that she was back in Omea after so long away – and had been certain she was waking up to just another day with the woman she loved. Half of her heart was already in mourning over the fleeting dream, but she was too overcome by the delight of being reunited with her nephew to grieve too deeply.

“Look at you!” she exclaimed, peppering kisses all over the boy’s face and hair. “You’re all grown up! I almost didn’t recognize you!”

How could a single year change so much? When May had last seen Omi, she saw a tentative, wobbling toddler. But the boy in her arms was a child of stretched limbs, with a sure grasp and defined features protruding through the receding baby fat of his cheeks. He had even lost his first tooth.

“You grew up too, May,” Omi said, cradling her face between his two small hands. His eyes searched her face with youthful curiosity.

May laughed. She hadn’t considered how much she had changed until she reflected on the version of herself Omi was seeing now. He had never known her to have long hair; she had shorn it off when he was still an infant. Now her strawberry curls – tighter now that they had been reintroduced to the island’s humidity – fell past her shoulders. May combed a lock through her fingers; she had always looked older with long hair. And then there was her body. When May lived in Omea, she had only ever been lean and lanky. Any muscle gained through dance hadn’t been enough to counteract the long, doe-like slenderness of her limbs or lack of womanly curves. But a year of travel and experience had given May a new kind of definition. Now she wasn’t just in good shape: she was strong. Omi’s fingers gripped into his aunt’s toned arms and she cradled him with calloused hands.

Yes, it was no wonder Omi looked at May as though she had been gone for a lifetime.

The sound of the door creaking stole both of their attention. Tiio Alana, May’s mother, peered into the room and sighed.

“Omi, what did I tell you about waking your auntie?” she admonished with a softness that said she didn’t really mean it. “She needs her rest.”

“She’s been asleep for two days,” Omi complained, crawling higher onto May and wrapping his arms with a childlike protectiveness around her neck.

May tried to laugh, coughing instead through her nephew’s tight grip.

“It’s okay,” she choked, gently prying Omi’s arms loose. “I was ready to get up anyway.”

With Omi still in her arms, May followed her mother out into the kitchen. She recognized the hazy angle of the sun as it cut through the wide windows – the day was already old.

“Everyone will be here soon,” her mother said as if reading her mind. “Will you help me with dinner?”

May set Omi in a chair at the table with a kiss on his forehead and joined her mother at the counter. She fell into the routine of preparing fresh white fish like she hadn’t missed a single day of doing it, while her mother cut vegetables and fried mounds of steamed rice.

They worked in silence – the only sounds came from their cooking and from Omi, who hummed a meandering tune as he flipped through a copy of the Omea community newspaper; looking at the pages without comprehending the words. It was just like Tiio to try and act as though nothing had changed, but as the minutes ticked by and the hour of everyones’ arrival home after their long days at work grew closer, a tension filled the kitchen. May’s stomach twisted, anxious at the thought of finally facing her family since her return; the day her mother led her past them and tucked her, still weeping, into the bed in the spare room without a single word.

When the air between them had grown so thick that it was hard to breathe, Tiio took May by the elbow and spun her to face her. With a damp cloth, she cleaned May’s hands like she had when she was a child, and kept her eyes fixated on the work until it was done. When she at last met May’s gaze, Tiio’s eyes were glassy.

“Sweetheart, where is she?” she asked in a whisper. Her words weren’t harsh and accusatory – she was simply asking the question on everyone’s mind, colored with a pitying air assumption. “Where is Em?”

May pressed her lips into a tight line. She took a deep breath and looked away.

“She’s gone, mama.”

Tiio squeezed her daughter’s hands. “Did she hurt you?”

A sob rose in May’s throat, but she swallowed it down. She was so tired of crying. So she shook her head instead.

“We just…” May hesitated. She was supposed to tell everyone that she and Em were over – that Em had abandoned her like some mere mortal who couldn’t possibly keep up with a Star like her. But the lie was too close to what May, despite Em’s assurances, feared to be the truth. She worried that, if she said the words out loud, she might actually will them into being like a spell – or a curse.

Her mother caressed her cheek gently. “It’s going to be okay, baby. We’re going to take care of you. Properly, this time. I promise.”

May squeezed her eyes against another threat of tears. She took a couple deep breaths and nodded.

“How about you go get cleaned up?” her mother suggested. “I can finish out here.”

Grateful for an excuse to be alone, May nodded and hurried to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she gave her head a shake – she was determined not to cry. May peeled off her dirty clothes with a shudder and twisted the shower taps so the water ran hot. Showers on the freighter had to be short, so May took her time and savored the heat and the luxurious feeling of perfumed soaps in her hair and on her skin. She scrubbed harder than she needed to, but in a way that felt necessary. As the water washed over her raw skin, May imagined the past going with it.

When she stepped out of the tub some time later, May could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. Her nerves jangled and shame crept up from the pit of her stomach. She should have been excited to see everyone again.

A light knock sounded at the door, making May jump.

“Auntie?” Omi’s voice sounded as though he had his face pressed right up to the door. “Gran asked me to bring you some clothes.”

Oh, right. May glanced down at the ripe pile of her previous outfit and cringed. Opening the door a crack, she caught her nephew trying to stuff a shirt underneath it.

“Oh, hi,” Omi grinned. He lifted the balled clothes in his fists. “These are for you.”

Laughing, May accepted his offering and retreated back into the bathroom to change. Even if the rest of the evening wound up being awkward and uncomfortable, at least she could always count on Omi to make her smile.

Dressing in a hurry, May tried not to think about the fact that the shirt Omi had retrieved from her pack had once belonged to Em, and wiped her palms on her shorts.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the door handle.

“Here we go.”

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Six

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Where Lety had been comfortable with driving in silence, Lenaia couldn’t stand the quiet. Unfortunately for her, May didn’t have it in her to answer the litany of questions she threw her way. So to fill the void, Lenaia simply talked.

“I am so glad it was my turn to pick up this month’s shipment for the bar,” she said, talking loudly over the incessant growl of the truck’s engine. “I mean, what are the chances we’d find each other like that?”

May offered a small smile. “I really appreciate you giving me a lift.”

“Of course!” Lenaia replied. “Let’s see, what’ve you missed over the last… year? Have you already been gone a year?”

May nodded, feeling just as amazed as Lenaia sounded. The fact that she was actually back on Hoku after all this time still hadn’t sunk in.

Lenaia eased the truck onto the narrow, two-lane road that connected the north and south halves of the island before continuing. “Your brother moved into your treehouse. Not, like, took it over or anything like that. He just wanted to keep the kids in town from rooting around in it. You know how kids are – they can’t resist the siren song of a treehouse, especially one as badass as yours.”

“I’m glad,” May said, watching the north shore fade in the rearview mirror. “There’s no one else I’d rather have it to be honest.”

“Seriously,” Lenaia agreed with a grin. “Kai’s such a good dude. I’m telling you, if I were even remotely interested in dating, I’d make a move.”

At this, May actually managed to laugh. “I don’t think he’d know what to do with himself.” She peered at Lenaia out of the corner of her eye. “Have your parents finally given up on trying to get you to settle down?”

It was no secret Lenaia’s family had long been exasperated by their daughter’s complete disinterest in finding love. They expected her – like most parents in Omea did of their own children – to get married and bring them grandchildren. But May had known Lenaia her entire life and, as the story went, Lenaia had been kissed once and promptly swore the whole thing off. She didn’t date or pine for romance, and it frustrated her parents to no end.

There was a twinkle of delight in Lenaia’s eyes as she snuck a quick glance back at May.

“Actually, I decided to take a page from your book.”

May blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You standing up to your parents and deciding to run off with Em inspired me.” For a split-second Lenaia looked as close to bashful as she could get. “I told my family to lay off. I have no interest in being in a relationship or makin’ babies and shit. I said if they really loved me, they were just going to have to accept that.”

“You did?” May couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How’d they handle that?”

“Not great at first, but…” Lenaia hesitated, licking her lips and shooting May another look. “Well, to be honest, after you left I think they were worried I might get a little too inspired, if you know what I mean. I think they realized accepting me as I am was better than losing me altogether.”

Her words wrapped around May’s heart like a vice. She thought of her own parents and wondered if they were regretting how they’d handled things.

“I guess I’ve always been a bit of a cautionary tale, haven’t I?”

“Actually, you’ve become a bit of a legend since you left.”

May raised a doubtful eyebrow. “I have?”

“Oh yeah.” Lenaia was grinning again, her perfectly painted coral lips stretching tall in the corners. “After the spectacular way you disappeared? And what happened to Kane? I gave up on keeping up with all the rumors.”

“What kind of rumors?” May asked, her stomach twisting. Between memories of Kane and the idea of being the subject of gossip once more, she was starting to regret accepting the ride back to Omea.

“All kinds of wild stuff,” Lenaia admitted. “Most people didn’t even realize you had come back at all, but then all the shit with Kane went down.”

The memory of Kane – forcing his way into her home at first and then, when the mental slideshow flicked, the image of him broken and mangled on the beach – made May’s stomach churn. She cracked the window to cool the sweat beading on her brow.

Lenaia pursed her lips, waiting for May to say something. When the silence stretched on, she cleared her throat and continued.

“His buddy, Bilo threw him under the bus.” Her voice took on a softer quality as she spoke. “He told everyone what happened – that Kane made him drive him out to your place and keep watch. People weren’t quite as sympathetic once they knew the truth.”

May let out a bitter scoff. “It figures they’d believe him but not me.”

“No kidding,” Lenaia agreed. “Kane was pretty fucked up though. He still walks with a limp. Some people think it was you who threw him.”

“I wish.”

“After you disappeared, your family was pretty tight-lipped about whatever went down.” The darting glances Lenaia kept throwing May’s way gave away how desperately she hoped to learn the truth. “Some people think you ran away again. Others think Em kidnapped you. There are even some people who think you’re dead.”

“They wish.”

Lenaia shook her head. “No, I don’t believe that.”

“I guess we’ll find out,” May mumbled. They were deep into the interior forest now. The dense foliage reached skyward, blotting out the sun and cooling the air. Between the dim light and the motion of the truck, May felt herself drifting off.

She awoke to the truck coming to a stop. Eyes closed, she listened as Lenaia climbed out, leaving her door open rather than risk waking May when she closed it.

Once May was sure she was alone, she lifted her head and peered out the window. They were at a pull-out off the highway; a rest stop for weary travellers.

“Hey, Kai. It’s Lenaia. You’re not going to believe this.”

May held her breath and eavesdropped on Lenaia’s phone call with her brother. Quietly, Lenaia let Kai know she had found May wandering alone on the north shore.

“I don’t know,” Lenaia whispered. “She’s not saying very much… Huh? Oh, she’s sleeping and I’m trying not to wake her. She looks like she needs the rest to be honest. What do you want me to do?” A pause. “Sure, that’s no problem… Probably another hour? Cool, see you then.”

The door swung open and May clamped her eyes closed again. Gently, Lenaia pulled herself back behind the wheel, clicked her seat belt, and put the truck into drive. Despite the thoughts swirling in her mind, May was quick to slip back into the lull of sleep.

She slept the rest of the drive. The next time the truck came to a stop, May sat up and blinked groggily in the bright sunshine. A fresh, salty breeze wafted in through her open window – in the distance May could hear the ocean rolling up the surf.

“We’re here,” Lenaia announced in a musical tone.

May turned to look out her window. Lenaia had brought her to her parents’ house. Her eyes trailed up the front steps and found Kai staring back. His mouth hung open and his brow was knitted with concern.

Slowly, May slid from the truck. She stood on the sidewalk feeling small and awkward. As she opened her mouth to say something, the door behind Kai swung open and out rushed her parents.

The world seemed to freeze. A rush began somewhere in the pit of May’s stomach and worked its way up to a roar in her ears. Her breaths came shallow and quick, panic gripping her like hands that squeezed far too tight.

May watched, paralyzed by uncertainty, as her mother stepped carefully toward her without breaking eye contact. The woman looked as though she were staring at a ghost and, if she so much as blinked, May might vanish into vapor.

“Baby,” she whispered, stopping an arm’s length from where May still stood rooted in place. “Baby, are you okay?”

The question, asked with so much tenderness, brought back a flood of memories. Young May sick with the flu, teenaged May locked in her room after having been teased by classmates over her boyish figure. Her mother’s concern – before things had fallen apart so dramatically five years earlier – always had a way of coaxing May down from the ledge.

May’s lip trembled. She tried to answer but her voice betrayed her.

No, she thought. I’m not okay. I don’t even remember what okay feels like.

She shook her head, collapsed into her mother’s outstretched arms, and burst into tears.

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Five

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May wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she stepped off the boat and onto Hoku’s northern shore. Perhaps she had anticipated the stress and anxiety of her past to crash into her all at once, like a wave in a storm. She stood in the middle of the dock, forcing the few passengers who actually came to the island – mostly locals who traveled to Topaia for business – to swerve around her, and waited for something to happen.

But aside from the obstruction she caused, no one spared her so much as a second glance. Life went on around her, and whatever catastrophe May was waiting for never came.

When she at last convinced herself to move on, May gave herself permission to enjoy the sunshine and the wet, humid air of the coast. Island heat was unlike anything else she had encountered out in the world; it had been so long since she felt its embrace, she had forgotten how much she missed it.

With nowhere else to be, May wandered down to the shoreline. She kicked off her shoes, peeled off her socks, and rolled the cuff of her jeans so she could walk through the rolling surf. Her toes sank into the hot sand and, when the whispering tide chased its way around her ankles, she sighed peacefully.

You could take the girl from the island, but you couldn’t take the saltwater from her veins.

May walked until she came to familiar stretch of sand. Dropping her pack on the beach, she waded into the water and let the sound of the waves take her back to the night she decided she would follow Em anywhere.

That was the night May realized how deeply in love she had fallen. The thought that she had lost Em was all she needed to help her understand just how much she wanted – how badly she needed – to be with her.

Now she was back again in the exact same spot, and she was completely alone.

She hadn’t followed Em, no matter what her heart wanted.

And she was back in a place she honestly never thought she’d see again.

May turned her gaze from the horizon to the island town at her back. In truth, she was only halfway back to the place she had fled from. Omea, her birthplace and the only home she had ever known for twenty-four long years, lay on the opposite side of the island. She wondered if it had changed much in the last year, and what people would say when she returned.

If she returned.

While she hadn’t been able to stay in Topaia, perhaps simply being on Hoku would be compromise enough. The idea of going back home, especially alone, tied her stomach up in knots. As much as she missed her family, she did not miss the gossip or the insinuation. Even being on the run for a year hadn’t been as dehumanizing as living her life of the periphery of a community that refused to forgive her for imagined sins.

She rolled the idea of staying on the north shore around in her mind. Save for a handful of day trips with her family when she was young, May hadn’t spent much time on this part of the island. It was more populated than Omea, that much she knew; more open to visitors too. But not by much. Pulling her shoes back on, May hauled her pack over a shoulder and made her way into town.

Seaside cafes, trade offices, and market stalls dotted the streets closest to the harbor, reaching away from this central hub of activity like fingers from a palm. May’s eyes drifted over the colors of wares for sale and the tanned and sweat-slicked bodies of the people around her without really seeing any of it. Again, she trailed to a stop.

She should have been looking for a place to stay, even if just for the night. She needed to figure out what she was going to do next.

But her brain couldn’t do it; the very idea of planning anything that looked like a future without Em by her side didn’t feel right.

Suddenly the idea of returning to Omea didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world after all. May felt as numb to it as she did every other prospect she tried to churn up.

Her mind wandered. She had no idea how long she stood there on the corner of a street that led out of the shipyards, staring into nothing, when a loud flatbed truck shrieked to a stop beside her. Even with the cringeworthy sound right next to her ear, followed by the heavy slamming of a door, May didn’t so much as flinch.

A woman darted around the front of the truck, stopping in front of May and staring at her with incredulous, unblinking eyes.

“Holy shit,” the woman said with a gasp. “May, is that really you?”

The sound of her name pulled May back to the moment. She blinked and gave her head a shake.

Standing there, with her long black hair pulled away from her peachy round face in a tight high ponytail, was the first familiar person May had seen in almost a week.

“Lenaia?” she asked, feeling like she must have been dreaming.

She was answered with a high pitched shriek as Lenaia leapt forward and wrapped her arms around May’s neck.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!” Lenaia cried. “What are you doing here? Where’s Em? You’ve got to tell me everything!”

Her questions hit May like a blow to the gut. It must have shown because Lenaia’s enthusiasm drained from her face when she saw May’s heartbroken expression.

But before she could say anything else, a truck stuck behind her laid on the horn.

“Just hang on for like, one minute,” Lenaia shouted at the driver, who gestured impatiently back at her. She looked back to May. “Fuck, okay, where are you going?”

“I…” May trailed off. She had no idea what to say.

Another honk.

“Dammit,” Lenaia pulled open her passenger side door. “Get in. We’ve got to move.”

Without thinking, May did as she was told. Back in the driver’s seat, Lenaia shifted and turned onto the main drag running along the shoreline.

“Did you just get back?” Lenaia asked, shooting a quick glance at May. “Do you have a place to stay?”

“I don’t know,” May answered in a small, hushed voice.

Lenaia chewed her bottom lip and signaled to turn into a beach-side parking lot. There wasn’t much room for her big truck, but Lenaia wasn’t the sort of person to let that kind of thing stop her. She pulled horizontally across multiple parking stalls and threw on her hazard lights before turning in her seat to face May. Her features were drawn tight with concern.

“Are you okay?”

May opened her mouth to answer, but the sound caught in her throat. She swallowed the lump of tears she felt rising and shook her head instead.

“Are you alone?”

May hesitated, then nodded once.

At that, Lenaia twisted back to the steering wheel and threw the truck back into drive.

“There’s room behind your seat for your bag,” she said, maneuvering the truck out of the lot with a renewed sense of purpose.

“I’m taking you home.”

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Four

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The first leg of May’s journey passed in a daze. She barely registered the world as it raced past her window or the voices of her fellow passengers. The empty space at her side haunted her like a ghost.

Then, from the train tracks to the shipyards, May left Mondova the same way she first arrived what felt like a lifetime ago. This time, rather than booking a cabin on a passenger vessel, she negotiated her way into a spare bunk on a freight ship. Something about her misery craved discomfort, and even though it wasn’t the safest option – a woman traveling solo on a ship primarily inhabited by rough and tumbled men – she took the risk out of spite.

Besides, the manual labor she traded for passage was a welcome distraction.

Yet when each day of working at sea was done, there was nothing to keep May from her thoughts. Every night she’d lie awake, listening to the creak of the ship’s hull and running over every moment of what had led her to this loneliness.

The very public blow-up, Em sending May away – it had all been part of the plan.

But just because she had agreed to it – eventually, begrudgingly – didn’t mean May was happy about it.

Her heartbreak and tears weren’t just for show.

May had been right: Em was leaving her, just not in the way she had originally feared. Em had decided to finish the rescue mission with WIND, only without May.

“I need to know you’re safe,” Em pleaded after May vehemently refused the idea. “And nothing about this is safe.”

“I know that,” May snapped, angry that Em was serious about sending her away. “I’ve known that since the beginning – since I first decided to leave Hoku with you. Em, I’m doing this with you.”

Em shook her head sadly.

“May, when we first got here, you asked me to promise I wouldn’t lose control again.” Em looked her in the eyes, her expression pained. “And believe me when I say I’ve been trying to be better, stronger. But I can’t say with any real confidence that I could fight it if you were in danger again.”

“Is that it then?” May could feel tears rising as she stomped about the office, pulling on her discarded clothes and pacing through her anxiety. “I’m just the damsel in distress of the group now?”

“Of course not,” Em sighed. “But because of what I did, the Loyals know how important you are to me now. If you think they won’t use that to their advantage then you haven’t been paying attention.”

May knew Em was right; her armor of anonymity was gone. But as far as she could see, it only meant she was as vulnerable as the rest of the team. She told Em as much, but it didn’t seem to matter to the Starborn.

“Then let’s just forget about it,” May whispered, taking Em’s hands in her own and clutching them to her chest as she sat beside her. Her bravado was slipping and desperation in the face of Em’s firmness was taking hold. “Let WIND fix their own problems. We can run.”

She felt hideous for saying something so selfish. In her mind, she saw Gaten as he was in Rue’s locket and knew he didn’t have a chance if they disappeared. Still…

Em touched her forehead to May’s. “You know that’s not true. This isn’t going to go away just because we do. It needs to stop.”

“Why does it have to be you?” May lamented. She felt like a child, unwilling and unable to process anything rationally.

“Because in a way, I’m responsible.” Em’s lip was trembling now, betraying her. “Audrey is the reason WIND exists in the first place. How am I supposed to run away knowing that something she did – something a piece of me started – is still hurting people? I need to end this once and for all.”

“The Loyals are the ones hurting people, Em.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine.” May drew up every ounce of stubbornness inside her. “But I’m still coming with you. I can hold my own.”

Em pursed her lips, a guilty look casting over her features.

“I’m sorry, love. But this time it’s not completely up to me.”

May started. “What do you mean?”

“WIND…” Em hesitated, shifting uneasily. “They think you’re a liability.”

The truth hit May like a wave of icy water. She jumped to her feet.


“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shouted. Cursing had never been how May chose to express herself, but now it felt like the only way she could.

“Babe, they came up with a plan. Just hear it out before you get mad.”

“It’s a little late for that, Emanthy.” May stormed around the room, unable to hold still for all her bristling, furious energy. “I can’t believe this. You’re choosing them over me?”

Em rose and closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. She took May by the shoulders and tried to pull her close, but May struggled away.

“I’m choosing us,” Em said, her voice quavering with hurt. “I’m doing this so we can have a future that doesn’t involve constantly running and hiding from the mistakes of my past life. Don’t you want that?”

A strangled sob escaped May’s throat as she stood back at an arm’s length from Em. She broke down and cried shamelessly. A peaceful future with the woman she loved; that was exactly what she wanted. As she entertained the fantasy, her demeanor softened and Em reached for her again.

“I want to be with you,” May wept.

“You will be,” Em whispered, wrapping her arms around May. “When this is all over, we’ll be together.”

May continued to cry, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She couldn’t bring herself to return Em’s embrace – she was still too upset.

“And what am I supposed to do until then?” she demanded. The edge in her voice was mangled by her tears. “What if something happens to you? How will I ever know?”

“May,” Em said firmly, holding her out so she could look her in the eyes. “Nothing is going to happen to me. I will come back for you.”


“I am coming back for you, May.”

Taking a deep breath, May stared back at Em. She set her jaw and, without looking away, she pulled her birth mother’s wedding ring off her hand and held it out.

Em’s eyes grew globe-like. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to take it.”

“What? No.”

“Yes,” May insisted, thrusting the heirloom forward. “If you’re going to make me leave, then you’re going to take this ring.”

“But it’s the only thing you have left from your birth parents,” Em replied, gaping.

May’s eyes narrowed. “Then you better make sure you find me again when this is over so you can give it back to me.”

Laying in her bunk, May rubbed the empty groove on her middle finger absently. Em had agreed to take the ring, and in turn, May had agreed to WIND’s plan.

Em gave her the combination for a train station public locker in the next city over. With the help of Grant and Lety, they orchestrated the argument and pick-up. When it was all over, Em went one way and May went another, alone.

Silent tears traced down May’s cheeks as she remembered the last words she and Em said to each other. Their argument had been fake, but the cruel things they’d said had been too real, fueled by the heated moment. She wanted to believe Em would return for her – that their relationship and everything they shared wasn’t truly over. But sometimes, when the night was dark and her loneliness was heaviest, May simply wasn’t sure.

Every night she did this to herself, and every night she fell into a fitful sleep on a damp pillow.


When she at last disembarked on Topaia, the island directly north of Hoku in the Lewa archipelago, May played with the idea of staying. Where Hoku was like a small time capsule, remote and trapped in its ways, Topaia embraced progress and people from all walks of life. She could make a home here; she didn’t have to go back to the desolation and judgment – not to mention the repercussions of what she and Em had left in their wake – waiting for her back in her hometown of Omea.

But just as quickly as the idea came to her, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered, but how will Em know where to look for me?

That fear was enough to make her buy one last boat ticket.

From the deck, May gazed across the horizon.

She took a deep breath and readied herself.

Em wasn’t the only one with a hostile past to face.

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Three

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The fallout was explosive and volatile.

People on the sidewalks froze, rounding on the garage where two young women were in the throes of a full-blown meltdown. Indifferent to their audience, the girls screamed and cried, taking their quarrel out from the garage and into the streets.

“Where are you going?” Em shouted, trailing behind May as she stormed out of the open bay doors.

“What do you care?” May snarled back without turning. Her face was drenched in tears that wouldn’t stop flowing; she focused her red eyes beyond the prying ones in the Rookery and on the sidewalks.

“Don’t do this, May.”

“Don’t do what?” May whirled back. Every inch of her – from her glistening face to the balled fists at her sides – screamed of hurt and heartbreak. “I’m leaving. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when your girlfriend tells you she doesn’t want to be with you anymore?”

“You’re making a scene.”

It was a cruel and heartless thing for Em to say, and the hushed, incredulous whispering around her said everyone within earshot knew it. But they couldn’t see her glassy eyes, wet with unshed tears. Tact may not have been Em’s strong suit, but this was still killing her inside.

May huffed a hollow laugh. “How did you think I was going to react, Emanthy? We’re an us; we were supposed to do this together. I love you.”

“I know.” Em couldn’t bring herself to look at her. She didn’t say the words back.

“I can’t believe this,” May sobbed, raking her hands through her hair. “This can’t be happening.”

It was her very worst nightmare, come to life.

For a moment, neither spoke. The air between them sizzled like freshly seared skin; just breathing burned and stung.

“I’m sorry,” Em said. Her words fell at May’s feet like a stone. “I never should have brought you with me.”

“Why are you doing this?” May wept. She knew she sounded pathetic but she couldn’t help herself.

She was about to lose it all.

“You’re in the way, May.” Em’s eyes flashed. “Thanks to you, I’m a wanted woman. None of this -” she gestured around her with a wild wave of her arms “- is what I wanted. I never should have let you talk me into this and now I’m so far in I don’t think I can get back out. I can’t do this anymore.”

“You think this is all my fault?” May asked in a small, heart-wrenched voice.

“Yes, I do.” Em didn’t even need to think about it.

May’s breath caught in her throat. The crimson of hurt-turned-fury raced up her neck and across her face.

“Fuck you,” she growled dangerously.

Em buckled as though she had been punched in the gut, but caught herself quickly. Breathing deep, she drew herself up tall, despite the sadness blooming across her face like a bruise.

“Goodbye, May.”

She rose into the air, electricity licking and snapping in the space around her. With one last indiscernible look, she twisted around and took off skyward.

She was gone, and May was alone.


May ran until the aching of her lungs and the fissure through her heart became too painful to bear. But even after slowing, she marched on in the direction of nothing in particular. She had no idea where she was going, just that she had to keep moving. The rhythm of her footsteps kept her grounded; as long as she didn’t stop, maybe she wouldn’t crumble into the wreckage she felt like inside.

After what felt like a considerable amount of time – but could have only been a matter of minutes as far as May knew – the roar of an engine came up behind her. The car it belonged to was a refurbished roadster, and it coasted to a stop a handful of yards up the road. May watched the silhouette of the driver lean across the front seats and pop the passenger seat door open.

With a deep, shaking breath, May shuffled up to the car and slid into the open door. As she pulled on her seatbelt and clicked it into the buckle, she could feel Lety’s eyes watching her.

“You okay?” Lety asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

“No,” May answered.

Lety exhaled with a nod and shifted the car into gear. They drove on in silence, saying absolutely nothing for nearly an hour and a half. Miserably, May watched the city give way to rural landscape. Everything seemed to have a memory attached to it, no matter how tenuous, and every memory featured Em. Every time May thought she must at last be cried out, she’d spot a particular kind of tree, a bird, a road sign that would harken back to some adventure the two of them had, and the tears began again anew.

May’s single saving grace was Lety’s silence. She drove as if she was in the car alone, not even casting so much as a pitiful glance in May’s direction. Perhaps it came with the territory – asking too many questions or saying the wrong thing was enough to seal a criminal’s fate. But perhaps she was simply being respectful of May’s pain and giving her the space she needed to grieve.

Whatever it was, May was grateful – even if she couldn’t bring herself to say so.

Eventually, the bones of a new city built up around the highway. Lety took an exit and navigated the streets with familiar ease. By the time she turned into the parking lot of their destination, the day was old and May was exhausted.

Lety turned the car off and looked at May for the first time since she climbed into the roadster.

“You could stay,” Lety said after another silent moment passed between them. Somewhere in the distance, a lonely train horn announced its impending arrival.

When May didn’t answer, Lety touched the back of May’s hand with her fingertips.

“You wouldn’t have to run. We could keep you safe.”

It took a moment for the words – and their implication – to pierce the fog of misery surrounding May’s thoughts. She turned the idea over in her mind and discarded it just as quickly.

“I know,” she replied at last, shaking her head. “But no. I’m going to stick with the plan.”

Lety took the hint and withdrew her hand. Leaning forward in her seat, she regarded the train station with a wary eye. “Want me to wait out here? Just in case?”

May looked down at her bare and trembling hands and sighed. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve already done enough and it’s getting late.”

“I’m gonna wait.” Lety sat back in her seat and folded her arms as if she hadn’t heard a word May said. “Just poke your head out and give me a signal when you’re good.”

With a tiny laugh that sounded more like a hiccup, May slid out of the car and made her way into the station. Even this late in the day, the place was busy and it took her a minute to find the alcove of public lockers through the crowd. She hunted for locker number 13 and, when she found it, used the combination she had scrawled on her forearm to open it.

Inside the cramped space was her pack, crammed in tight. May struggled to free it and, when she finally did, an envelope fluttered to her feet. She glared down at it for a beat, repulsed by what she knew was inside. But bitterness wasn’t going to get her anywhere, so she heaved her pack over her shoulders and scooped up the envelope. Flipping it open, May found a one-way ticket to Mondova and a modest stack of cash.

“Shut up and go away money,” she grumbled under her breath. “Classy.”

She checked the ticket time, and then the station clock that loomed over the lobby like a full moon. Her train left in three hours. It would be the dead of night when she arrived in Mondova.

Outside, Lety had pulled up to the curb of the drop-off zone. She hung one strong arm out the window and pretended not to notice when people ogled the custom work she had done to the roadster. May stepped up to her and forced a small smile.

“I got it,” she said, holding up the envelope. “Train leaves in three hours.”

“You gonna be okay until then?” Lety asked. “I don’t mind waiting with you.”

“I’ll be fine,” May assured her. “You’ve done enough already. Thank you. For everything.”

Lety surveyed her for a moment, holding May in an inscrutable gaze.

“You’re going to be better than fine,” she said at last. “No matter what happens next, you’ve got this. Just keep moving forward and take no shit. Okay?”

May nodded. “Okay.”

They shared an awkward hug through the window and parted ways. May didn’t watch her drive away; she couldn’t stand to watch someone leave her for the second time in one day.

“I’ve got this,” May whispered to herself as she turned back to the station doors.

She didn’t really believe it, but she was going to have to fake it until she did.

Given where she was going next, she was going to need all the confidence she could get.

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty Two

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May waited a long time for Em to finish her call with Jeremy.

For hours she sat, folded up on the car bench couch. She was trying not to worry about what kind of plan could possibly take so long to discuss, and failing miserably.

How much trouble were they in? How risky was it going to be to reunite with the others?

From there her mind wandered to the tension between Em and Jeremy. What was bound to happen now that he knew her truth?

No wonder they’ve been on the phone forever, May thought as she picked at the worn upholstery. They have a lot to talk about.

She didn’t want to think about what it would be like to face Jeremy again. To May, their situation – two people in love with sort of the same person – felt insurmountable; a towering mountain range with no discernible safe way through.

Eventually, she drifted off, her sleep marred by anxiety and filled with a long procession of dreams tinted by Jeremy’s rage toward her.

When she jolted awake, chased from sleep by some nightmare that scurried back into the gloom as soon as her eyes opened, it took her a moment to get her bearings. The office was dark and the only light came from a sliver of where the door had been left open a crack. May blinked and stretched – someone had covered her with a blanket.

As wakefulness set in, she caught the sound of low voices in conversation outside the office. She could make out the familiar lilt of Em’s voice and Grant’s gruff replies, but not what they were saying. May sat up, relieved that Em was finally off the phone, and padded across the room.

She hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, but when May heard the tears in Em’s voice, she froze.

“I love her so much, Grant,” Em sobbed quietly. Every word was weighed down with heartache. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

“You’re just going to do it,” Grant replied in a voice that was gentler than May had ever heard from him. “And you’re going to do it because you love her.”

May forgot how to breathe. She stood in petrified silence, unable to think or react. What in the world was Em talking about, and what did it have to do with her?

Whatever it was, it was going to be bad. May vaulted back to the bench and curled up under the blanket. She took deep gulping breaths and willed her heart to stop hammering in her chest. Without wanting or willing them, visions of every horrible scenario that might happen when Em walked through that office door ambushed her thoughts.

But there was only one thing it could be; she knew it as instinctively as she knew how to breathe.

Out on the walkway, Grant bid Em goodbye with blunt words of encouragement. Em’s footsteps made their way toward the door, then stopped. May wished she could fall asleep on command; she wanted nothing more than to avoid what was coming.

The door creaked and then clicked shut. Em stepped lightly to the bench. May felt the gentle warmth of her hand on her shoulder, the tenderness made her want to cry.

“Maybe?” Em whispered, giving her a nudge. “Baby, wake up. I need to talk to you.”

May waited, pretending to sleep even though her eyes were clenched far too tight for it to be believable. She felt Em lean over her body, her face moving in closer.

“Please, May.” Em pressed a kiss to her temple. “Wake up, love.”

Turning her face, May kissed Em before she had a chance to react. Then she kissed her again, harder and more ardently. She kept kissing Em, each movement of her lips more passionate than the last, in a bid to put the inevitable off a little longer.

It seemed Em was of the same mind. Without breaking their embrace, she crawled on top of May and pressed their bodies together. Her hand slid behind May’s head, fingers twisting in her hair as she crushed in closer. Intensity bloomed between them and their bodies responded in writhing motion. The heat of their proximity set May ablaze; she squirmed to free herself from the tangled blanket before Em pulled it aside and got to work on her clothes. She shoved May’s shirt up, leaving a trail of greedy kisses up her body along the way. May finished the job, wrestling the shirt over her head while Em got rid of her own.

Drunk with desire, Em’s hands fumbled with the button on May’s jeans before pulling them and her panties down her legs with a hard, impatient tug. Before they hit the ground, Em had yanked May’s splayed body closer, kneeling in worship between her legs.

“Em,” May breathed, reaching for her with needy hands. Em replied by scooping up her body so May straddled her lap. She shifted, pivoting on the bench so she could shove May against the seat back, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her lithe lover.

They devoured one another in kisses. Em pinned May’s hands back against the seat, rendering her helpless and exposed. Being unable to act drove May into a bucking, whimpering frenzy. But Em was too engrossed in leaving bruising kisses down her throat and collarbone to notice. Her hips rolled, grinding delicious friction against May’s inner thighs. May pleaded in Em’s ear, begging for her touch where she needed it most.

It felt like an eternity of teasing before Em finally hitched May’s hips, her fingertips possessively digging into the flesh of her legs. There was no gentleness in how she took May, driving her fingers deep into her soaked and tender entrance with force enough to rock May’s entire body. May yelped as Em skipped the slow build-up; her fingers pistoned inside of May with a savage and desperate rhythm. Em twisted her hand, curling her fingertips and pressing her knuckles into all of May’s most pleasurable places. May’s body pitched with every movement, her nails scrambling for purchase against Em’s bare shoulders and carving angry red lines across her pale flesh in the process.

The sex was rough and urgent; May’s didn’t even realize she was screaming until she came, arching and shuddering like a woman possessed.

As May gasped for breath, Em collapsed against her. She pressed her skin into the heat and sweat of May’s, imagining they could melt together if she stayed there long enough. Slowly she circled her arms around May’s lower back and held her tight, nuzzling her face into her hair. May listened to Em’s slow and deliberate breathing. She knew that shallow cadence well; it was the way a person breathes when they’re trying not to cry.

May let the moment settle around them, cold and quiet like falling snow. Her fingers trailed along Em’s scored shoulder, down her arm and back again. They clung to this delicate hush and to each other, neither speaking a word and lost in thought.

But they couldn’t stay like this forever.

May swallowed down the lump in her throat and shifted so she could turn her face to Em. Reluctantly, Em pulled back. She kept her face cast down as she peered back at May through damp, glittering lashes.

With feathery softness, May tucked a lock of silver hair behind Em’s ear, smiling sadly.

“Go on and say it,” May said, her voice wavering.

“You’re leaving me, aren’t you?”

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The Wind and the Horizon: Chapter Forty One

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May and Em shared an incredulous look between them.

“A phone call?” May repeated Grant’s words like they couldn’t possibly be true.

Grant closed the office door behind him, drowning out the noise of the garage. He held up the cell phone in his hand and pressed a button.

“I’ve got them right here,” he said, speaking loudly. “You’re on speaker phone.”

“Em?” Connor’s voice rang from the cell’s speakers. “May? Can you hear me?”

“Connor!” Em cried. “Holy shit!”

“Are you guys alright?” May asked.

“We’re okay.” There was a hint of hesitation in his answer. “I’m sorry we’ve left you hanging for so long. We’ve had to do a bit of damage control.”

“I’ll say.” Em’s expression turned sour. “What the fuck happened? I thought the reason you check in with the Loyals is to avoid making them suspicious. Why did they show up armed to the teeth?”

A beat of painfully uncomfortable silence passed before Connor answered in a small voice.

“It was Marina.”

“What?” May yelped, so shocked she felt as though someone had pinched her. She and Em looked to one another with the same wide-eyed look of disbelief.

“It turned out the Loyals have had her in their pocket for quite some time.” He sounded so defeated. “She traded her compliance to keep Myles safe. I can’t say I blame her to be honest.”

“They threatened to hurt Myles?” Em rubbed her temples. “Nevermind, I don’t know why I’m asking. Of course they did.”

Connor’s hum across the speakers told them Em was right.

“I’m so, so sorry, Connor,” May said. For all the struggles she had with her own family, they had never sold her out, no matter how disappointed they had been in her. A betrayal like this would have ruined her.

“I should have seen it coming,” Connor replied, unable to hide his hurt.

“Don’t beat yourself up for trusting your sister.” Em’s voice wasn’t exactly tender. From the fists balled at her sides to the pinch of her features, the rage she felt was written all over her, but she was trying to rise above it.

“So, what now?” May changed the subject, driving them away from such sensitive territory.

“It took a lot of work to convince Melanie we’re still on the Loyals’ side,” Connor admitted. “We told them we had convinced you both that we could offer you safety, but that we were really planning to hand deliver you to them instead.”

A shiver of fear raced up May’s spine. She had spent plenty of time worrying if that very scenario was true.

“That’s why it’s taken so long to reach out,” Connor continued. “We had to be sure we were in the clear. Things are going to be very delicate moving forward. That is assuming you’re still in, of course.”

Em pursed her lips and met May’s eyes. This was their chance; if they were going to back out, now was the time to do it.

May broke the silence.

“I think we’re in too deep to back out now.”

Em nodded. “What’s the plan, Connor?”

“Okay,” Connor did little to hide his relief. “Hang on a second.”

There was a shuffling on the other end, the sounds of the phone being handed off to someone else.

“Hey,” Jeremy grunted from the other end of the line.

Em froze and May held her breath. The only person who was happy to hear Jeremy’s voice was Grant, who smirked – the closest thing to a smile May had seen from him.

“Hey yourself, boy,” he said. “It’s good to hear your voice. You behaving yourself?”

“Never.” Jeremy’s smile, however small, came across in his single word reply. “How’s the Rookery?”

“Always surviving,” Grant replied. His eyes darted to the girls. “But this call isn’t about me. We’ll catch up another time.”

He handed the phone off to Em who handled it like it might bite her.

“What’s the plan?” she asked, jumping right to the point.

“I need to talk to you,” was his blunt response.

Em gave the phone a cutting look. “You are talking to me.”

“No.” He growled. May could sense him rolling his eyes. “Just you. Alone.”

Em looked to May, both of them gaping.

“Nah, you’re talking to both- “

“Babe,” May waved for her to stop. “It’s fine.”

“But- “

“It’s alright,” May insisted. This was the first time since discovering Em’s truth that she and Jeremy would have the chance to talk – May wanted to do the mature thing and give them the chance to decompress.

Reluctantly, Em gave in.

“Okay,” she spoke into the phone’s speaker. “Give me a second.”

She leaned in and gave May a quick kiss before slinking out of the room.

“You okay, Tiny?” Grant asked, giving May a stern stare.

“I’m fine,” May smiled. “Everything’s fine.”

Grant frowned, but he didn’t push. Instead he nodded and closed the door behind him.

May sat. She folded her hands in her lap and took a deep breath. Despite the phone call that she was no longer privy to, she felt better than she had in days. Getting back on the same page as Em had made her feel grounded after spending so long adrift. Whatever the plan was moving forward, they would be ready for it together.

She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there, staring off into nothing, when a soft knock came from the door. May jumped up and rushed to open it.

“Oh,” she said, breathless. “Hi, Lety.”

The shifter mechanic watched her carefully, dark eyes raking over her and seeing more than they let on.

She cocked her head. “The client just left. I thought I’d come see if you wanted to come back down to the floor.”

Biting her lip, May glanced down the walkway. Em and the phone had disappeared from sight.

“Actually, Em and I are just in the middle of something,” she remarked. “She had to step out to take a call, but I’d like to be here when she gets back.”

Lety grinned. “Is she your ride or die?”

May could only blink, uncertain what was being asked of her. “Huh?”

“You know, the person you’d do anything for,” Lety explained. “You and this Em girl – you’re tight?”

“Very,” May replied with a smile. “We’re an “us”.”

“Sure.” Lety shoved her hands into the pockets of her coveralls, the ones she always wore with the top half unzipped and tied around her waist. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Leaning against the doorframe, May watched her disappear down the stairs before retreating back into the office. She kept the door open, just in case Em came back.

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