Lux (The Nocte Trilogy 3)

“I’m sorry, Calla.” Finn’s voice is small. His slim shoulders are hunched now and he’s angled away from me.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for everything.”

The clouds clear for a minute, then surround me again.

“But it wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t?” Finn sighs. “Honestly, it doesn’t matter anymore. Fault, cause, roots. None of that matters. All that matters is you. You have to face what is real.”

His hand starts to fade and he seems to slip into the air, away from me. I grab at him, but my fingers come up empty.

“Finn!” I call. “Come back! Don’t leave me!”

But he’s gone, and I’m alone, and all that is left is Finn’s soft voice, and it seems to come from nowhere, yet everywhere.

“If you have to live for both us, then do it,” he whispers. “But live.”

“Finn?” I ask hesitantly, but there is no answer.

He’s truly gone.

The room is empty and cold and stark.

My entire life, my brother has been my other half. He’s loved me unconditionally, completely, with everything he has.

And now he’s dead, and he’s asking me to do something.

Something hard.

To exi

st without him.

To figure out, once and for all, what is true,

What is real.

I have to do it.

And to do that, I have to re-trace my steps.

If Finn is gone,

There’s only one thing in my life that is true.

One true point of reference.

One important thing.

Dare.

With shaking hands, I close my eyes,

and try to think about Dare.

Because it’s always been about Dare.