Stolen City by Elisa A. Bonnin

Author:Elisa A. Bonnin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

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Arian was in the sitting room when he left Linna’s room, dusting the furniture. She looked up as he closed the door behind him, frowning. Cavar gave her his best smile and hoped that he didn’t look too guilty.

“Do I want to know?” Arian asked, indicating the door behind him.

“Nope, probably not,” Cavar said.

Arian rested a hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, not looking amused at all. At length, she sighed. “Fine. Don’t tell me. It’s not like it matters.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Arian looked back over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. Her eyes burned their way into his, and he felt it again, that nebulous connection between them. It tugged at him like a taut string, and the rush that went through him was tempered only by Linna’s warning. Arian looked away, breaking their gaze, but the connection was still there. He cleared his throat.

“I had to ask her a question.”

She started dusting again, apparently satisfied. “Got an answer?”

“Not the one I was looking for. But an answer enough.” The distance between them nagged at him, a few feet feeling like an ocean. He took a step closer in spite of himself, and then another, until he was standing beside her, leaning against the bookshelf she was working on. Later, he would lie awake and worry about this need to be close to her. To tease and prod and joke until he finally coerced her to smile.

Maybe Linna was right—maybe he was getting distracted. He should have cared about that more than he did, but when he was around Arian these days, it was very difficult to care about anything else.

“I had to ask her about Weaver business.”

“My dad?” Arian asked. “Or about what I found in Roth’s office?”

“Both,” Cavar admitted. “But I’m afraid Linna doesn’t know much more than we do.”

Arian shrugged. “You all don’t seem to know nearly as much as you pretend to.”

Cavar wondered if she was right. The thought disturbed him, because if he thought about how little the Weavers actually knew, if he thought about things like why they had left Aelria alone for so long, why Rinu eth’Akari had not come back to Leithon since the occupation, and why he felt like his mother was growing more distant every day, he began to think something that he couldn’t bring himself to admit. Something he thought he had crushed and buried so deep inside him that it would never see the light of day again. The thought that maybe—maybe he didn’t want to be a Weaver after all.

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