He wasnât worthless. He could moveâwalkâlaugh. He wasnât trapped behind Amaraâs eyes anymore.
At dinner he was nauseated and jittery, more concerned with picking out Amaraâs thoughts than anything else. Heâd scared her. Heâd assumed sheâd been gone, but her thoughts now made it clear heâd been wrong. How did that work? How could he sense her normally but not when he steered her body?
Amara was a mess as she worked and ate. Nolanâs name cropped up in her thoughts every few seconds, sometimes as signs and sometimes as sounds. The word sounded odd in her mindâthe syllables too choppyâbut it was his
name
. Sheâd never thought his name before.
Nolan hardly touched dinner, giving half-there answers and disappearing for too-long blinks that had his parents exchanging knowing looks.
The pills arenât working
, they had to be thinking, and, for once, they were wrong.
After dinner, he found himself scrubbing even the bottom of the dinner plates twice. He kept the dishes low in the sink incase they slid from his hands. The Dunelands startled him too often for him to take risks holding anything fragile.
Scrub, rinse, stack. The water soaked into his fingers. Soap bubbles covered everything, popping open with the scent of lemon.
Nolan hadnât meant to freak out Amara. When sheâd first drawn him in, sheâd been away from her family and working at the Bedam palaceâDrudo palace, nowâfor only a few months. Nolan had been five; Amara mustâve been around the same age. The years worked differently there, and so did the days. Amaraâs were longer by over an hour. It made time hard to calculate.
At first Amaraâs magic had pulled him in only while he slept, then also when he consciously closed his eyes. Within months theyâd reached the here-and-now point of every last blink. Heâd never stopped being scared it would progress further. Heâd ended up in a coma twice before, when he was nine and thirteen and had given up on fighting to stay in his own body. At some point, he knew it might not matter how much he fought.
He remembered the first time Amara had pulled him in during the day, when heâd hidden in the school bathroom, pressing his eyes shut and suddenly unable to move, suddenly trapped in that other body. In that world people shepherded himâAmaraâleft and right, teaching her to cut vegetablesand sew and carry the horse-fuzz after stable servants sheared Elig horses. Nolan hadnât even been able to wrinkle his nose when she scooped up the manure.
So he understood Amaraâs fear at being controlled. He shouldnât take over like that. Heâd only meant to let her know about him. Still, the thoughtâoh, the thought of finally balling those hands into fists, or pointing her eyes where he wanted to look ⦠Was he supposed to go back to spending half his life trapped? Pretending he wasnât there?
From the living room, Pat shouted, âNolan! You done? Want to watch a movie?â Some murmurs followed. âOr do you need help washing up?â She sounded less excited now, although Nolan didnât need to hear that to figure out Dad was behind the addendum. He mustâve made her ask in the first place, too. Pat knew too well what answer to expect.
âThanks. Iâve got homework.â Actually, Amara had asked Jorn for permission to nap after dinner, and Nolan could use the quiet of her sleep to think.
âYou sure? The main actress has huge boobs!â Pat tried nobly not to giggle. Nolan imagined joining themâDad ribbing Pat while he worked, Pat faking annoyance because she was watching the movieâthen a stab of unease from Amara caught his attention. He lowered another glass to the counter andâ
âAmaraâs grip on her topscarf tightened. She stood by herbedroll, exhausted, unable to convince herself to pull her scarf out of its
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