It was just the two of us, shouting in a field. The breeze was churning into a strong wind. Lena’s hair started to whip around her face. She shot back, “I don’t know. Parents are always trying to keep teenagers apart, it’s what they do. If you want to know why, maybe you should ask Amma. She’s the one who hates me. I can’t even pick you up at your house because you’re afraid she’ll see us together.”
The knot that was building in the pit of my stomach tightened. I was angry at Amma, angrier than I’d ever been at her in my whole life, but I still loved her. She was the one who had left letters from the Tooth Fairy under my pillow, bandaged every scraped knee, thrown me thousands of pitches when I wanted to try out for Little League. And since my mom died and my dad checked out, Amma was the only one who looked out for me, who cared or even noticed if I skipped school or lost a game. I wanted to believe she had an explanation for all of this.
“You just don’t understand her. She thinks she’s… ”
“What? Protecting you? Like my uncle is trying to protect me? Did you ever consider that maybe they’re both trying to protect us from the same thing… me?”
“Why do you always go there?”
She walked away from me, like she would take off if she could. “Where else is there to go? That’s what this is about. They’re afraid I’ll hurt you or someone else.”
“You’re wrong. This is about the locket. There’s something they don’t want us to know.” I dug around in my pocket, searching for the familiar shape underneath the handkerchief. After last night, there was no way I was letting it out of my sight. I was sure Amma was going to look for it today, and if she found it we’d never see it again. I laid it on the hood of the car. “We need to find out what happens next.”
“Now?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t even know if it’ll work.”
I started to unwrap it. “There’s only one way to find out.”
I grabbed her hand, even as she tried to yank it away. I touched the smooth metal—
The morning light turned brighter and brighter until it was all I could see. I felt the familiar rush that had taken me back a hundred and fifty years. Then a jolt. I opened my eyes. But instead of the muddy field and flames in the distance, all I saw was the shadow of the water tower and the hearse. The locket hadn’t shown us anything.
“Did you feel that? It started, and then it cut off.”
She nodded, pushing me away. “I think I’m carsick, or whatever kind of sick you’d call it.”
“Are you blocking it?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”
“Swear? You aren’t using your Caster powers, or something?”
“No, I’m too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don’t think I’m strong enough.”
It didn’t make sense, just pulling us in and then kicking us out of the vision like that. What was different? Lena reached over, folding the handkerchief over the locket. The dirty leather bracelet Amma had given Macon caught my eye.
“Take that thing off.” I looped my finger under the string, lifting the bracelet and her arm to eye level.
“Ethan, it’s for protection. You said Amma makes these kinds of things all the time.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, maybe that thing is the reason the locket doesn’t work.”
“It doesn’t work all the time, you know that.”
“But it was starting to, and something stopped it.”
She shook her head, wild curls brushing her shoulder. “Do you honestly believe that?”
“Prove me wrong. Take it off.”
She looked at me like I was crazy, but she was thinking about it. I could tell.
“If I’m wrong, you can put it back on.”
She hesitated for a second, then gave me her arm so I could untie it. I loosened the knot and put the charm in my pocket. I reached for the locket, and she put her hand on mine.
I closed my hand around it, and we spun out into nothing—
The rain began almost immediately. Hard rain, a downpour. Like the sky just opened up. Ivy had always said the rain was God’s tears. Today Genevieve believed it. It was only a few feet, but Genevieve couldn’t get there fast enough. She knelt down next to Ethan and cradled his head in her hands. His breathing was ragged. He was alive.
“No, no, not that boy, too. You take too much away. Too much. Not this boy, too.” Ivy’s voice reached a fever pitch and she started to pray.
“Ivy, get help. I need water and whiskey and somethin’ to remove the bullet.”
Genevieve pressed the wadded material from her skirt into the hole Ethan’s chest had filled just a few moments before.
“I love you. And I would’ve married you, no matter what your family thought,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that, Ethan Carter Wate. Don’t you say that like you’re going to die. You’re gonna be just fine. Just fine,” she repeated, trying to convince herself as much as him.
Genevieve closed her eyes and concentrated. Flowers blooming. Newborn babies crying. The sun rising.
Birth, not death.
She pictured the images in her mind, willing it to be so. The images ran in a loop over and over in her mind.
Birth, not death.
Ethan choked. She opened her eyes, and their eyes met. For an instant, time seemed to stop. Then, Ethan’s eyes closed, and his head rolled to one side.
Genevieve closed her eyes again, visualizing the images. It had to be a mistake. He couldn’t be dead. She had summoned her power. She had done it a million times before, moving objects in her mother’s kitchen to play tricks on Ivy, healing baby birds that had fallen from their nests.
Why not now? When it mattered?
“Ethan, wake up. Please wake up.”
I opened my eyes. We were standing in the middle of the field, in exactly the same place we’d been before. I looked over at Lena. Her eyes were shining, about to spill over. “Oh, God.”
I bent down and touched the weeds where we had been standing. A reddish stain marked the plants and the ground around us. “It’s blood.”
“His blood?”
“I think so.”
“You were right. The bracelet was keeping us from seeing the vision. But why would Uncle Macon tell me it was for protection?”
“Maybe it is. That’s just not the only thing it’s for.”
“You don’t have to try to make me feel better.”
“There’s obviously something they don’t want us to find out, and it involves the locket and, I’m willing to bet, Genevieve. We’ve got to find out as much as we can about them both, and we have to do it before your birthday.”
“Why my birthday?”
“Last night, Amma and your uncle were talking. Whatever they don’t want us to know, it has something to do with your birthday.”
Lena took a deep breath, like she was trying to hold it together. “They know I’m going to go Dark. That’s what this is about.”
“What does that have to do with the locket?”
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. In four months, I’m not going to be me anymore. You saw Ridley. That’s what I’m going to turn into, or worse. If my uncle is right and I am a Natural, then I’ll make Ridley look like a volunteer for the Red Cross.”
I pulled her toward me, wrapping my arms around her like I could protect her from something we both knew I couldn’t. “You can’t think like that. There has to be a way to stop it, if that’s really the truth.”
“You don’t get it. There’s no way to stop it. It just happens.” Her voice was rising. The wind was starting to pick up.
“Okay, maybe you’re right. Maybe it just happens. But we’re going to find a way to make it not happen to you.”
Her eyes were clouding over like the sky. “Can’t we just enjoy the time we have left?” I felt the words for the first time.
The time we have left.
I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t. Just the thought of never being able to touch her again made me crazy. Crazier than losing all my friends. Crazier than being the least popular guy in school. Crazier than having Amma perpetually angry at me. Losing her was the worst thing I could imagine. Like I was falling, but this time I would definitely hit the ground.
I thought about Ethan Carter Wate hitting the ground, the red blood in the field. The wind began to howl. It was time to go. “Don’t talk like that. We’re going to find a way.”
But even as I was saying it, I didn’t know if I believed it.
10.13
Marian the Librarian
It had been three days, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ethan Carter Wate had been shot, and he was probably dead. I had seen it with my own eyes. Well, technically, everyone from back then was dead by now. But, from one Ethan Wate to another, I was having trouble getting over the death of this particular Confederate soldier. More like, Confederate deserter. My great-great-great-great-uncle.
I thought about it during Algebra II, while Savannah choked on her equation in front of the class, but Mr. Bates was too busy reading the latest issue of Guns and Ammo to notice. I thought about it during the Future Farmers of America assembly, when I couldn’t find Lena and ended up sitting with the band. Link was sitting with the guys a few rows behind me, but I didn’t notice until Shawn and Emory started making animal noises. After a while, I couldn’t hear them anymore. My mind kept going back to Ethan Carter Wate.
It wasn’t that he was a Confederate. Everyone in Gatlin County was related to the wrong side in the War Between the States. We were used to that by now. It was like being born in Germany after World War II, being from Japan after Pearl Harbor, or America after Hiroshima. History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn’t change where you were from. But still, you didn’t have to stay there. You didn’t have to stay stuck in the past, like the ladies in the DAR, or the Gatlin Historical Society, or the Sisters. And you didn’t have to accept that things had to be the way they were, like Lena. Ethan Carter Wate hadn’t, and I couldn’t, either.
All I knew was, now that we knew about the other Ethan Wate, we had to find out more about Genevieve. Maybe there was a reason we had stumbled across that locket in the first place. Maybe there was a reason we had stumbled across each other in a dream, even if it was more of a nightmare.
Normally, I would’ve asked my mom what to do, back when things were normal and she was still alive. But she was gone, my dad was too out of it to be any help, and Amma wasn’t about to help us with anything that had to do with the locket. Lena was still being moody about Macon; the rain outside was a dead giveaway. I was supposed to be doing my homework, which meant I needed about a half gallon of chocolate milk and as many cookies as I could carry in my other hand.
I walked down the hallway from the kitchen and paused in front of the study. My dad was upstairs taking a shower, which was about the only time he left the study anymore, so the door was probably locked. It always was, ever since the manuscript incident.