enough to feel as if he had a measure of privacy. âBut Iâd like to know why. What are you preparing for, that makes you half-kill yourself like this?â
We were well away from the party now, the trees overhanging us and beginning to crowd the bank. I was almost certain Julian wasnât going to answer when abruptly he said, âYouâre thinking about Guardianship, arenât you.â
It was one possible reason for his choices, butâ oh. âI wonât even ask how you figured that out. Yes, I am. If I can get past my trouble with CM. Youâre changing the subject.â
âNo, Iâm not. If youâre thinking of it, youâve looked up the training. You know what itâs like.â
âBut if youâre preparing to be a Guardian, why are you even in school? I need this. You donât.â
Julian bent his head briefly, perhaps to watch his footing. âThere are things I can learn better here. But Kimââ A muscle flickered in his jaw, as if he had clenched his teeth before going on. âEducation is only part of it.â
âAnd the rest isâ¦.â
Robert was right; Julian only opened up if something pushed him. Normally I waited for circumstances to do it for me, but tonight Iâd taken matters into my own hands, and for once it was producing results. âFor ordinary Guardiansâpeople like youâitâs different. A job, like any other. You go where youâre sent, and you fix problems because you can, because youâre the sort of person who wants to.â
It was more or less what Iâd said to Grayson. âSo why do you do it?â
âBecause we have to,â Julian said, almost too quietly to hear. âThe problems find us. Or we find them. And we canât walk away, canât tell ourselves somebody else will take care of it for us, because we have these gifts and we have to use them where we can, to help people. They encourage that in our training, but the truth is they donât have to; itâs just there. Part of us. Maybe just because if we donât put an end to the problem, it might put an end to us.â He paused, halting the flood of words, the startling honesty. His next words chilled me to the bone. âMy kind rarely lives to be old.â
My kind. As if the wilders were a race apartânot just humans with strong gifts, but something else entirely. Something more like the sidhe.
I bit my lip. What was the life expectancy of a wilder? Iâd never asked. And no point asking if he wanted that life. From the sound of it, that would be like asking if he wanted to breathe air.
He stopped, and I walked on another few steps before realizing he wasnât at my side. Turning, I saw him standing perfectly still, a black-and-silver statue in the middle of the path.
He wasnât looking at me.
I took a hesitant step toward him, and then another. âJulian?â
No answer. Iâd never touched Julian without permission, not once in more than two years of knowing himâbut I reached out now to put my hand on his tense shoulder.
He threw me off with enough force to send me stumbling into a tree. Even as I hit the trunk, something went wrong. Julian twisted, crying out, his whole body contorting. The air around us turned black. Storm clouds appeared out of nowhere, blotting out the stars and moon, and let loose a torrent of cold rain. Julian stumbled, fell to one knee, lurched to his feet. He clawed frantically at his body, as if trying to tear something off his back; his nails caught the velvet of his doublet, splitting the seams, ripping it off. The rain plastered his white shirt to his back before it joined the remains of his doublet on the muddy ground.
Julian collapsed to his knees on the dead grass beside the stream, raking his own skin bloody. Clinging for support to the tree behind me, I desperately centered myself and threw a telepathic shield over him.
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