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Nim gives me a look that makes me scrunch into my shoulders and lean away. "You needn't know."

"Yes, Nim."

Seeing my nervousness, she unfolds her arms and allows her features to soften. "I've been searching for you for quite a while. Have you been here this whole time?"

"I was visiting Elli in the Archives Room." I conveniently leave out the part where she let me peruse the books on Earth, knowing it will only make Nim revert to her previous disapproval.

"You've bothered her enough by now. It's time for you to perform your duties as Watcher. Come along."



Nim turns and I follow, but my heart doesn't come with me. It stays behind by the locked door across from the Archives Room, begging to be let in and know what exists on the other side.

Chapter Four.

I sit in the Watch Room, my universe floating above the transparent basin. Nim stands in the corner, hovering but not over my shoulder, and her stern gaze makes it hard for me to concentrate.

"Do you have to be here?" I ask.

"Not necessarily, but it is only your second time," she replies, sounding hurt.

I shrug and close my eyes, pretending she's not in the room. It takes a long time before my body wisps into smoke, but then I'm off among the galaxies, winding my way around stars and planets with a rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I try to do what Nim told me-to find new places to visit, new life to seek out-but I'm drawn to Earth like a moth to a flame. I hover above the blue planet and find myself wondering what Noah and Lizzie are doing, if they're on the beach where I left them or sleeping in their beds. From what I've heard, time works differently in The House, and there's no telling if it will be night or day once I arrive there.

The book I read in the Archives Room described the sun and how it shines, but when I land on the beach again I am unprepared for its brightness. Having spent the whole of the day trapped in the dimness of Elli's tunnels and out of the bright illumination of The House's halls, I am surprised by the blinding rays shooting through the atmosphere above.

I throw one arm out to shield my eyes from the sun and clutch the other around me as the wind whips at my skin. The water of the lake raises white caps and sloshes hard against the sh.o.r.e, wetting the sand and causing it to turn a dark brown color.

The same color as Noah's hair.

I look around, but don't see him on the beach. My heart sinks a little. I almost walk into the gra.s.s, venture onto the road to look for someone or something else to watch, but a nagging feeling in my stomach tells me to wait.

I take a seat in the sand and wind my hands into the cool granules as I draw my knees up to my chest. The water continues to lap erratically against the sh.o.r.e, the glare of the sun beating down on its surface and blinding my eyes.

While I wait for Noah to come, I do my job. I watch as pa.s.serby walk on and off the sh.o.r.e, strolling near the tide in thick sweaters and pants. Some of the people I watch are small, like children. Others are large and looming, casting shadows over me as they walk by. They are all interesting in their own way, but none are like the boy.

The sun lowers over the horizon, turning the sky an array of oranges, pinks, and reds. Its tendril-like rays paint the lake water a sultry hue that frames the crafts navigating across it in dramatic shadows. My hands dig deeper into the sand, finding the wetness there and pulling it to the surface.

The crowd meandering about the beach thins and dies. Still, I wait for him.

As the sky darkens and wanes into a deep and frothy purple, I begin to feel fear. The idea of never seeing Noah again stabs my gut, and suddenly I am torn into two parts. The first is like Nim, stern yet strong, and tells me to ignore the sensation boiling within me. The other yearns for friendship-something other than the blatant tolerance The House regards me with-and feels as if Noah's my only chance.

It's not until the moon peeks out from between a spattering of gray clouds that I see him coming. He crests over a gra.s.sy hill and makes his way into the sand, his shoes sinking deep in the silt as he struggles to come nearer.

When he arrives he drops down to the ground next to me, matching me by drawing his legs into his chest.

"I've been waiting for you," he says.

"I'm the one who's been waiting," I reply. "All day I've been here. And where've you gone off to?"

"Home. I have parents, you know. And my sister, Lizzie. They all think I'm crazy now after what I told them I saw."

"And what is it you said?"

"That I witnessed a girl turn to smoke in front of my eyes. That she blew away into the clouds." He locks his gaze onto mine, and it's warm, radiating. "Is that even what I saw? Am I making you up? You could be a dream, or a hallucination."

I poke him in the shoulder, and though he strains in the opposite direction, he doesn't leave. "I'm real. As real as you and Lizzie and this beach and the moon above us. I read about it all today. This planet, the life that exists here. It's all very fascinating."

Noah adjusts his gla.s.ses, staring into the glinting silver of my irises as if I'm a project needing to be studied. "Where are you from, really? You say you live outside of this world, so what does that make you? An alien?"

"I'm just a girl who lives in The House, and you're a boy I'm supposed to watch. Nim would throw me into the void if she knew I was talking to you like this."

"Who's Nim?"

I picture her strict expression and folded arms in my head as I answer. "My mentor. She's the one who I followed so I could become a Watcher, like her."

"And what's a Watcher? Someone who looks over Earth?"

I wave my arms out in front of me, gesturing at the whole of the landscape. "Not just Earth. Everything. The whole universe. There are others, you know. Universes, I mean. And there are other Watchers. Each Watcher oversees one universe, and each one is a member of The House, where I live."

"Tell me more," he pleads.

And so I do. I tell him everything, about Nim and Elli, about The House and its halls and walls and rooms. I explain the archives and the books and the drawers that hold the orbs in which the universes reside. He stares at me the whole time, his gaze intense, mixed with a cross of disbelief and excitement.

"So how does that work?" he says after I'm done. "If The House is real and you were here before anything else, how is it all possible? Are you born? Are you raised? Do you have mothers and fathers?"

I bite my lip in thought before replying with, "We just are. Kind of like the wind and the rain."

To my surprise, Noah slides his hand around mine. His skin is warm despite the chill in the air, and my palm tingles in his.

"I'm not one of you," I say. "You know that, right? I'm not-what do you call it? Human. I'm not human, though I wish I was."

"You don't want to be human," he answers. "It's awful. People are mean. They stab each other in the back, start wars, fight with each other. Earth isn't as amazing as you think it is."

I lean back, letting my head fall against the sand and my shoulders go flush with the ground. Noah copies me, lying down on the earth while running an absentminded hand through his hair.

"You're modeled after The House, you know. At least that's what Elli says. Yours is the first universe among them all, and that's why we're so much alike," I say.

"I wish I could see it all for myself. The House. Nim. Elli. The Archives Room. All of it. It sounds so much better than sitting in the kitchen doing my math homework."

I loll my head to the side, giving him my most serious stare. "What's math?"

Noah laughs, and the noise of it carries off on the wind. It doesn't echo like in The House, but it flows, just like the waves of water in front of us.

A sound rustles the trees at the edge of the beach, drawing my eyes to focus there. The stars have long since risen and their glow barely infiltrates the branches and leaves that make up the patch of woods beyond the sand. Their illumination provides just enough sight, however, to see a wisp of black darting in between the foliage.

"Did you see that?" I ask Noah.

He tilts his head back toward the trees. "No, I-"

His words are cut off when a figure darts by within the woods, a swath of black outlined against the midnight blue of night. Noah emits a string of words I don't understand-they are harsh and volatile, like the hiss of a snake-and then he's on his feet, brushing the sand off the backside of his pants.

"Probably just Lizzie playing a prank," he says.

I stand, straightening my white sheath dress and squinting out into the darkness. The dim lighting reminds me of the tunnels of the Archives Room, only here there isn't the comforting smell of books or parchment or ink.

A blur of black flies by again, and this time it weaves in and out of the trees, coming near the edge of the sand before darting back inside. I don't know where I find the courage but I begin to run, dashing for the beach line.

I hear Noah take off behind me, following me into the trees. The ground becomes littered with leaves and twigs that snap and crackle underfoot. Still, I don't stop. My lungs don't give out like Noah's do, and while he's doubled over, gasping for air, I run on into the night, in search of the swath of black I saw within the trees.

It moves again, to my left, like a shadow so thick it could block out the sun. I switch course and barrel toward it, but catch my foot on an exposed root. I go down with a thud, landing sprawled out on the forest floor with my nose buried in dirt.

Two strong arms wrap across my chest and pull me to my feet, and I struggle and fight against them until I realize it's Noah. I turn into him and bury my face into his shoulder. He smells of oak and spices and everything that The House lacks, and I want to stay there forever. His hand tangles itself in my hair and gently pulls me away until we meet each other's eyes.

There, again, over his shoulder, darts a black-clothed figure. I am torn from Noah's intense gaze and stumble through the trees in search of what I see. Noah follows me, crashing through the brush and fauna.

I break out from the edge of the woods back onto the beach, the sand sucking my toes back into its depths. Noah knocks into my back, stealing the breath from my lungs as I stare out at the lake.

There, near the tide, stand three cloaked figures. Each one is hooded in black, causing their faces to recede into the darkness of the fabric. The hands that dangle from their sleeves are rotten and skeletal. At the sight of them I'm filled with dread, as if my stomach has been dipped in ice water. Chills course over my skin and sickness wells up in my throat. I can't explain it, but part of me knows: these things are wrong, out of place, and something to be feared. I take one step toward the beings but in that time they notice me, and suddenly they are smoke in the wind, blowing up and up and away into the night, disappearing past the moon and onward into the universe beyond.

"What the h.e.l.l were those things?" Noah asks. "Are they members of The House, like you?"

"No, they're not," I reply.

He adjusts his gla.s.ses, struggling to draw air back into his lungs after the exertion of his run. "They turned to smoke like you. What else could they be?"

I round on him, anger bubbling up my throat and cancelling out the bile. "You think I'm like them? They're awful, I could feel it! And you think they're like me? The House would never let those-things-into its quarters, and even if they did, I'd know about it, wouldn't I?"

Noah takes a step back, holding his hands up in front of him in surrender. "Sorry I asked. I just-well-people don't turn into smoke that often around here, okay? What am I supposed to think?"

I stomp off through the sand, the mix of emotions coursing through me leaving me unable to focus. "You're supposed to think-I don't know! Not what you just did! After all I told you, you think you'd have a better idea of who I am."

Noah replies, but I don't hear his words. I slam my eyes shut and focus on The House, anywhere but here, and I am a swirling cloud of smoke floating into the atmosphere.

When I dare to look out again I see Nim asleep in the corner, leaning against the wall, and the orb holding my universe floating serenely in the basin in front of me. There are no hooded figures or befuddled boys to deal with, and yet I find my skin p.r.i.c.kling.

I am not the only one that turns to smoke in the night, and whoever the cloaked figures are, I need to find out why they came for me.

Chapter Five.

By the time I return, half the torches in the Watch Room are extinguished. Nim is asleep in the corner, her head resting against the wall. I take the orb my universe rests in out of the basin and the sound of my fingers brushing the bowl awakens her.

"You were gone a long time," she says, rubbing her eyes with the back of a hand.

I cast my palm against the gla.s.s ball, the heat of the magic held within breathing against my skin with a warmth I don't expect.

"I was waiting," I reply.

Nim rises to her feet and strides over to me, setting a hand on my shoulder. "Waiting for what, Amara?"

"I was sitting on the beach, waiting for a boy."

She frowns, pulls her hand away. "The same boy you mentioned before?"

"Who else?"

"After all I've taught you, you still defy the rules that Watchers hold sacred?" she asks.

I struggle to my feet, tilting my head up to look her in the eye. "You've told me the rules time and again. We're not supposed to interact with the life we encounter. But what you haven't told me is why."

Nim narrows her gaze. "Your job isn't to know why. If it was, you'd be an Archiver."

"Then maybe that's what I should've been. At least Elli tells me the why about things. I bet if I asked her, she'd-"

"But you won't. It's my job to make sure of that, under penalty of being thrown into the void," Nim snaps.

I pull back, holding the gla.s.s...o...b..close to my heart. Nim lets her cold gaze fall over me, and when she reaches my knees, she pauses and takes a sharp intake a breath.

"What happened here?" she asks.

I glance down at myself and see what she speaks of. Apparently, when I'd fallen in the woods the roots sc.r.a.ped my knees. Open wounds cut into my flesh, blood the same color of the silver in my irises seeping through and running down my legs. I'm about to tell Nim the truth-about the black cloaked figures and how Noah accused me of knowing them-when she pushes her hand roughly against my back and steers me toward the door.

"Nevermind," she says. "We've got to get you cleaned up. The Sick Room isn't far from here."

She navigates the halls expertly, leading me around corners and down pa.s.sageways that I've never seen before. All the while she keeps me in front of her, as if she's scared that one look away will cause me to disappear. Halfway to wherever we're going she guides me into the room of drawers, where I safely tuck my universe away, but then she takes me back into the hall again and leads me in a direction I'm unfamiliar with.

Nim keeps walking until she reaches a plain wooden door like all the rest, except for a picture of a skull carved into the wood. I recoil, ready to turn in the opposite direction, but she pins my arm to her side and turns the k.n.o.b.

Before she can swing the door open it's wrenched in the opposite direction and the man who performed my a.s.signment ceremony, Dante, emerges from within the room. His shadow blocks out the view inside and Nim pulls me out of the way just in time to avoid a collision of bodies.

"Nim! I'm surprised to see you here," Dante says, letting his eyes slide across us to the floor.

"I'm taking Amara to the Sick Room. She's injured herself in one of her journeys to her universe."

Dante gulps, nods. "Right now might not be the best time."

"It'll have to do. She's bleeding; can't you see?"

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