Lux (The Nocte Trilogy 3)

My eyes fill with tears and hers soften for a minute and she grasps my hand.

“You’ll be fine,” she tells me. “There are just things you don’t understand.”

“I’m so tired of being told that,” I answer. “So tired. Just tell me already. Make me understand.”

“You can’t be with Dare,” she says helplessly. “You can’t. It could only end in heartbreak for all of us. He’ll be your undoing.”

“My undoing?”

She looks away, at the floor, out the windows. “The undoing of us all. There is so much about our family that you don’t understand, that I don’t want you to understand. It’s ugly and complex and even tragic. All I need you to know is that I would rather die than let you be with him. That’s how important this is. You have to choose your brother, or else all of this will be for nothing.”

Her w

ords whirl around me, round and round and round.

I would rather die. Choose my brother?

“But why?” I ask her and I’m limp, and I’m breathless. “Choose Finn how?”

I can’t breathe, and I’m scared and my mom sees that.

“Are you all right, Calla?” she asks quickly, and she sits me in a chair and leans me back, rubbing my temples and of course I’m not all right.

“Breathe, my love,” she tells me. “Breathe.”

She takes a pill from her pocket and gives it to me and I swallow it, and I’m so inexplicably sad.

She stares at me, just stares and stares and stares, and then she holds my hand.

“He’s going to die for you, Calla,” she finally says and her words are so soft, her voice so thin. “One of them will die for you. You have to choose Finn.”

“What?” my voice is a screech and I don’t understand. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll be given a choice, and you can’t fail.”

This

Doesn’t

Make

Sense.

But I remember Sabine saying the same thing… you’ll have to choose, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

“I don’t understand,” I tell her. “Why do I have to choose between Finn and Dare?”

“Because I didn’t make the right choice,” she says weakly. “I chose wrong, and you’ll have to pay for my sins, or this will go on and on and on.”

“Did Sabine tell you this?” I ask her, “Because Sabine is crazy. That old gypsy stuff isn’t real. It can’t be.”

“I used to believe that,” she says, and her face is so sad. “When I was a little girl. But time tells everything, Cal. Time is everything. Once upon a time, in the very beginning, there were two brothers. They were both supposed to offer a sacrifice to God, but only one brother’s was accepted. Then, in a jealous fit of rage, his brother killed him. They are our family, Calla. Our blood. We have to make everything right, we have to sacrifice, or this will go on forever.”

“This is crazy,” I tell her. And I know crazy. “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” she answers simply. “Stay here and rest. I have to take Dare to the airport. You will be fine. I’ve sacrificed everything to make sure of it.”

I feel sick and she leaves, and I sink to the floor and rock, my tears streaming down my face and staining my shirt.