“Close your eyes,” Shane instructed.
When I did, images played out before me.
The Circle, bright and burning under a black, starless sky. The pulse of its light, vibrant and warm. And then the vision moved outward, and I was staring at it from above, at its aura waving out across the city. It pulled back again, and there was another Circle gleaming to the west, then another across the ocean, then others shining within the slow spin of the Earth. Around them, I could hear the whispers of the Beneath, harsh urgings and hissings that spoke of death. But then, gradually, the whispers began to fade. The echoes went quiet. There was silence, and nothing but the glow of the Circles spreading outward.
The vision faded. I pulled back my hand, breaking the Amplification, and looked up at Shane in confusion.
“What was it?” I asked.
“The other future. Far-flung yet, I’m afraid. I doubt any of us should live to greet it. But potential. Potential that the Beneath, for all its wide reach, could never quite see. It saw you open the Circle, but never looked beyond.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Peace, pet. The Beneath calmed and quiet for all eternity. No more monsters to trouble your sleep. That’s the possibility you and your friend bought for your Kin.”
That was what Valerie’s other vision had been, I thought. Not the end of the Kin, then. The opposite. I looked back up at Shane, where in the warmth of his green eyes, I could still see the shadow of the Beneath. “What would that mean for Harrowers?”
“Who can say? But I can tell you I wouldn’t mourn the loss of the Beneath, provided I survived the leaving.”
He turned, facing the skyline, where the sun was still rising over the buildings, setting the horizon aflame. A low sigh escaped him.
“Where will you go?” I asked.
“Somewhere a touch more temperate, I believe.” He didn’t look back at me, but he lifted a hand to wave as he began to walk away. “Good-bye, angel.”
“Good-bye,” I said. “And thanks.”
That afternoon, I stepped into my closet and found the shoebox where I’d hidden my Nav cards. I took it with both hands and carried it over to my bed, where I set it in front of me, hesitating a moment before I opened the lid. Slowly, I removed the other objects tucked inside—postcards from trips my family had taken, a few folded notes from Tink. Then I pulled out my Nav cards and spread them out across the bedspread. Both decks, my father’s and Gram’s. I looked at the cards one by one, tracing the designs with my finger.
Card one, Compass, that always represented my mother.
The Triple Knot, the mark of the Astral Circle.
Gideon’s card, The Prisoner.
The blank card, where I’d seen Verrick’s face.
I thought of Gram laying her hands over mine, helping me Know. She’d explained how to focus as I shuffled, how to use the cards to see around edges, into the closed, quiet spaces where memories slept.
I called Leon and asked him to come over.
I’d been thinking about gifts. About the vision Shane had given me. And about the night I’d gone to see Esther, and she had shown me a sliver of my own past; how she had helped me move backward into my mother’s history, and I had seen my father’s face. Moving past Knowing, into echo and reverie, Esther had called it. She had allowed me to see my parents. Now, I was going to try to show Leon his.
I’d never done a reading for Leon before; I’d never really been able to read him. Now, after teleporting into my bedroom, he looked nervous as he watched me shuffle.
“Are you afraid I’m going to unearth some shocking secret?” I asked. “I already know you sing Christmas carols in the shower.”
He gave me a sheepish look. “Does Nav stand for something? You’ve never mentioned it.”
“Navigation,” I said. “The cards are to help guide my Knowing.”
I laid down the first card. Card fifty-one. Inverted Crescent. My card. I let out a breath; with how long it had been since I’d tried a reading, and my Knowing so erratic, I hadn’t been entirely certain it would work. I set the card out in front of me. “This is me,” I said.
The second card I dealt was card two. Crescent.
“That’s you,” I said. My lips curved upward. “I should’ve guessed.”
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “So…I’m your inversion. Or you’re mine. What does that mean?”
But that wasn’t it. A glow of light in the inky night sky, I thought; not a star, exactly, but the reflection of one. A beacon. The flame that guides you home.
I didn’t say that. “It means opposites attract, obviously,” I told him. “Now let me focus.”
As I laid out the cards, I concentrated on Leon. I looked at him—the dark blue of his eyes, the slant of his jaw. When he’d first arrived, I’d managed to pull his tie crooked without him noticing, but he’d since moved it back into place. There was a small cut, healing into a scar, just above his right eyebrow. His expression was just a little uncertain.
Then I looked past him, through him, into the open, uncharted space of Knowing.
There was a young woman there. She didn’t speak, but I saw her—the slender lines of her hands, the slightly pointed tip of her nose. She was tall and slim, with thick red hair, a dusting of freckles across her face. A young man stood beside her, tilting his head as he laughed. There were other images, too, moments that blended into one another: a window streaked with rain, the rise of fog on a city street, the woman cupping her hands to call a name; the lap of water against a sailboat, a long summer day wreathed in light.
The impressions shifted, changed, but the figures remained the same. The small boy who waited at the door was there as well, and the man who collected shells in his big hands—but I could look further still. I could see the slide of evening along the open sky, and Leon’s parents walking slowly through the grass, and a dark-haired toddler laughing between them. Memory woven within memory. Secrets to be shared.
“Why are you smiling?” Leon asked.
I took his hand, holding it in my own and feeling the warmth of his skin as I laid out the rest of the cards. “Close your eyes,” I said. “Let me tell you what I see.”
Acknowledgments
So, here it is! The last book in the Dark Star series. And, as usual, I have a number of people to thank. First of all, endless gratitude to my fabulous editor, Tracey Keevan, and my fantastic agent, Caitlin Blasdell. Where would I be without these two? I don’t even want to know!
Next, much appreciation and affection to those familiar names who helped keep me (somewhat) sane—which was doubtless an ordeal at times—not just during the writing of this book, but throughout the entire series: Sarah Bauer, Brinson Thieme, Leah Raeder, and Laura Castine.
And, as always, thanks to my family, whose continuing support I will always be grateful for.
Bethany Frenette is the author of Dark Star and Burn Bright. Bethany was born and raised in Minnesota. She received her undergraduate degree from St. Cloud State University and her MFA in creative writing from Hamline University. She lives in Minneapolis, where she hopes to one day awake with superpowers. Learn more at BethanyFrenette.com and on Twitter @bethanyfrenette.