Bay of Sighs (The Guardians Trilogy 2)

“Have you told her you love her? I feel it,” Sasha said. “It’s so strong, I can’t not feel it. Have you told her?”

“What good would it do? It seems like it would only make her sad. I don’t want her to go back with regrets.”

“I don’t think a heart like Annika’s ever regrets love. And I believe love makes its own miracles.”

“The moon’s about to turn.” He could see the ghost of it behind the bold blue sky. “After that, she gets two more. Some people get lifetimes, some get moment

s. I’ve got to tell myself it’s what you do with what you get that counts.”

“I believe that, too. I’ve come to believe exactly that. Don’t you regret what you didn’t say, didn’t do.”

Lowering her brush, studying the canvas, she stepped back. “That’s it for now. I can finish it without you.” To loosen them, she rolled her shoulders. “And we can both use a break.”

Ready for that break, he walked over, stood beside her to see the work.

“Well, wow.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah. It’s . . . again, wow.”

She’d painted him with the hills rising at his back, everything sunbaked, brilliant, alive.

“How do you get the light to just . . . pour like that?”

“Trick of the trade.”

He shook his head. “Scope of the talent. I know it’s here, because I know those hills, but the way you’ve painted the background, it could be anywhere with hills, mountains, sky.”

“That’s what I wanted, because that’s the scope of your gift. And you look out from the painting knowing it, sure in it. Riley helped with that.”

“Riley?”

“I couldn’t get what I wanted from you until she did, and you got loose, poked at her, grinned with it. That’s you, Sawyer. Hand on your gun, ready to fight when you must, compass in your hand, ready to travel where you’re needed. But just as ready for a friend.”

“You made it glow—the compass.”

“It did glow.”

“No, it didn’t. I’d have felt it.”

“It glowed for me.” She hesitated when, as he still held it, he looked down at it. “It may be I just saw what it will do, or has done,” she told him.

But she knew better. It had glowed, soft, steady, when he’d thought of Annika.

He waited until after the evening meal, after the decision to wait one more full day before diving again. He wouldn’t argue that, because with what he hoped to do, he might need that extra recovery day.

“With any luck when we do go out, I’ll have a location, or at least a direction. We’ll know where we want to be,” Riley concluded.

“Good enough. Now, Annika needs the sea.”

Bran nodded at Sawyer. “I’ll take her down later.”

“No, I’ll take her.” As Doyle shook his head, Sawyer aimed a pointed look. “I wouldn’t say I’d take her if I wasn’t sure I could, and it won’t be here, where Nerezza may sniff us out. I’ve got a place she can have some freedom.”

“You’re not a hundred percent, Sawyer,” Riley began.

“No, but I’m closer, and this is something I’ve been doing for a while now. I know what I can handle. I wouldn’t take chances with Annika, with any of us.”