He looked at Reef. “I need you to send a message.”
Reef raised his eyebrows. “To?”
“Marron.” Perry didn’t want to ask for help from him again—he’d done it only months ago when he’d sought refuge there with Roar and Aria—but the Tides’ position was too weak. He needed food and he needed people. He’d ask for a favor before he saw his tribe starve or lose the compound in a raid.
Reef agreed. “It’s a good idea. I’ll send Gren first thing tomorrow.”
Even after he and Reef showed up to relieve them, Twig and Gren remained at the watch post, huddled at the edge of a rocky overlook. The four of them sat together in comfortable silence as a fine mist began to fall.
Hyde and Hayden arrived soon after, Straggler trailing behind them. They had the night off watch, all three. Perry had seen Hyde yawn half a dozen times during supper. They settled themselves along the lookout, watching as the mist thickened to rain. Still no one spoke, or left.
“Quiet night,” Twig said finally. “We’re quiet, I mean. Not the rain.” His voice sounded raspy and hoarse after the long stretch of silence.
“You eat a frog, Twig?” Hayden asked.
“Maybe there were frogs in the soup tonight,” said Gren.
Hyde grunted. “Frogs taste better than that tripe.”
Twig cleared his throat. “You know I almost did eat a live frog once,” he said.
“Twig, you looklike a frog. You have froggy eyes.”
“Show us how high you can jump, Twig.”
“Shut up and let him croak the story.”
The story itself wasn’t much. As a boy, Twig had been on the brink of kissing a frog, on a dare from his brother, when it slipped through his fingers and jumped into his mouth. It was the wrong story for Twig to tell. At twenty-three, he had yet to kiss a girl, and the Six knew it, as they knew nearly everything about one another. A massacre followed, as they took shots at Twig, saying things like maybe he was worried that after the frog, a girl would be a letdown, and that they supported his quest to find a prince.
Perry listened, smiling at the better jabs, feeling more himself than he had in the past two days. Eventually it grew quiet again, except for the rhythm of a few snores. He looked around him. The rain had stopped. Some slept. Others breathed steadily, focused on the night. No one spoke, but Perry heard them clearly. He understood why they’d been shadowing him and why they sat with him now, staying when they didn’t have to.
Given any choice, they wouldn’t leave. They’d stand by him.
18
ARIA
We made better pace today.” Aria wrung her hair out, scooting closer to the fire. Spring had come in force, with days of steady rain. They’d left the Tides three days ago, and her strength had finally returned. “Don’t you think we made up some ground?”
Roar lay against his satchel, his legs crossed at the ankle, his foot tapping to a beat she couldn’t hear. “We did.”
“Good fire, too. We got lucky to find dry wood.”
Roar looked over, raising an eyebrow. She realized she’d been staring not at him, but through him.
“You know what’s worse than mute Aria? Small-talking Aria.”
She picked up a stick and jabbed at the fire. “I’m just sparing you.”
They had traveled in near silence most of the day, despite Roar’s attempts at conversation. He wanted to discuss their plan for when they reached the Horns. How would they discover information about the Still Blue? How would they negotiate for Liv’s return? But Aria hadn’t wanted to discuss anything. She’d needed to stay focused on moving forward. On pushing harder when she felt the urge to turn back. And speaking might get her speaking.
She worried about Talon. She missed Perry. There was nothing she could do about either except race to the Horns. Now, feeling a little guilty over her silence, she was trying—lamely, it was true—to make up for it.
Roar frowned. “You’re sparingme?”
“Yes, sparing you. All I’ve got right now is anxious nonsense. I’m exhausted, but I can barely sit still. And I feel like we should keep going.”
“We can travel through the night,” he said.
“No. We need to rest. See? I’m not making any sense.”
Roar watched her for a moment. Then he looked up at the tree branches above them, his expression growing thoughtful. “Have I ever told you about the first time Perry tried Luster?”
“No,” she said. She’d heard stories about Perry, Roar, and Liv all winter, but she’d never heard this one.
“We were on the beach, the three of us. And you know how Luster is, how it sweeps you up. Anyway, Perry got a little carried away. He decided to strip down to nothing and go for a swim. This was right in the middle of the day, by the way.”
Aria smiled. “He did not.”
“He did. While he was out whooping in the waves, Liv took his clothes and decided it was a good time to get all the girls in the tribe to come down to the beach.”
Aria laughed. “Roar, she’s worse than you are!”
“You mean better.”
“I’m scared to see you two together. So what did Perry do?”
“He swam down the coast, and we didn’t see him until the following morning.” Roar scratched his chin, smiling. “He told us he snuck into the compound during the night wearing seaweed.”
“You mean he wore a … a seaweed skirt?” Aria laughed. “I would give anything to have seen that.”
Roar shuddered. “I’m glad I didn’t.”
“I can’t believe you never told me that story before.”
“I was saving it for the right moment.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Roar.” The story had pulled her from her worries for a little while, but they returned too quickly.
Gingerly, she pulled up her sleeve. The skin around the Marking was still red and scabbed, but the swelling had gone down. In some places it looked like ink had been smudged insideher skin. It was a mess.
She reached out and rested her hand on Roar’s forearm. For some reason, this seemed easier. Maybe it took less courage to just let herself think than to speak her worries aloud.
What if this was a sign? Maybe I’m not supposed to be an Outsider.
He surprised her by taking her hand and threading his fingers through hers. “You already arean Outsider. You fit everywhere. You just don’t see it yet.”
She stared at their hands. He’d never done that before.
Roar gave her a droll look. “It’s just odd having you lay your hand on my arm all the time,” he said, responding to her thoughts.
Yes, but this feels intimate. Don’t you think it does? I don’t mean that I think we’re being too intimate. I guess I do. Roar, sometimes it’s really hard to get used to this.
Roar flashed a grin. “Aria, this isn’t intimate. If I werebeing intimate with you, trust me, you’d know.”
She rolled her eyes. Next time you say something like that, you should toss a red rose and then leave with a swish of your cape.
He gazed off like he was imagining it. “I could do that.”
They fell into silence, and she realized how comforting it felt being connected to him this way.
“Good,” Roar said. “That’s the idea.”
His smile was encouraging. The last time I saw my mother, it was terrible,she admitted after a while. We were fighting. I said all the wrong things to her, and I’ve been regretting it since then. I think I always will. Anyway, I didn’t want to do that with Perry. I thought it would be easier to just leave.
“And I’m guessing you were wrong?”
She nodded. Leaving is never easy.
Roar watched her for a long moment, the hint of a smile in his eyes. “That’s not anxious nonsense, Aria. It’s what’s happening. It’s truth.” He squeezed her hand and let go. “Please don’t ever spare me that.”