Incarnate: Infinite Part 4

"And if I stop him," I said, "then newsouls are born, but people I love won't be reincarnated after they die."

"Which means you decide newsouls. Over me. Over your other friends. Over Sam."

"I wish this wasn't my decision, but it seems it's been given to me anyway," I said after a minute. "I didn't ask for this responsibility."

"I can't imagine having to make that choice."

I was on the edge of admitting the rest of the truth, that everyone in Heart had agreed to the exchange knowing what would happen, but Sarit was already crying.

I kept my mouth shut. I hadn't told anyone, not even Sam. It was too much. It would break them.

The only ones who knew were Stef and Cris. Stef was humiliated, and Cris was a sylph.

Sarit didn't need to know.

She let out a long sigh. "I changed my mind. I'm staying with Armande."

My stomach dropped. "What? Why?" She was supposed to come with me. She was my best friend. She'd said she was coming with me. "Is it because of what I just told you?"

"No." She pressed her mouth into a line. "Maybe. But the truth is, I'm not good at trekking through the wilderness. I would, for you, but when Armande said he was staying, I realized I should, too. I don't want him to be alone. Besides, I'm good at getting information. I'll be useful to you here."

She would be useful here. That didn't mean I wanted her to stay.

Maybe I shouldn't have told her about Janan. Maybe it was better to keep these things a secret.

We stood together for a moment longer, then she squeezed my hand and left the hall.

I stayed in the hall, staring at the phoenix painting and fiercely wishing my life were different. Better. I wished for a lifetime with Sam and my friends, a lifetime with music. Wasn't that how life should be?

"I wish I were a phoenix," I said to the empty hallway.

Soon it would be dawn. Yawning, I trudged back to the library and found they'd turned off all the lights but one. Several people had left, but a few were dozing in chairs, or had taken blankets into small alcoves. Sam was reclined in the chair he'd taken earlier, a blanket draped across his legs.

I didn't see Geral and Orrin anywherea"they were probably somewhere else in the library with the babya"and no one else was sleeping curled up with anyone. Well, too bad if I made them uncomfortable. I'd been promised cuddling with Sam, and I was going to have it. Right now.

After kicking off my shoes and grabbing a spare blanket, I turned off the lamp and found Sam in the dark. No one said anything as I nudged him to one side of the chair and curled in with him. With the blankets over us, he wrapped one arm around my waist, and we adjusted until we found a comfortable position.

"Remember when you said you wanted to move into the library?" Sam murmured by my ear.

"I didn't mean like this."

He kissed my neck, all warmth and pressure. "Where'd you go?"

"To look at the phoenix painting."

"Sarit followed." When I didn't respond, he added, "Did she help?"

"She said she's staying here with Armande. That she changed her mind."

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Did she say why?"

I closed my eyes and found his good hand, tangled our fingers together. "I told her the truth about newsouls." Part of the truth. If I'd told her the rest, how would she have reacted? Her decision strengthened my resolve to keep the oldsouls' choice to myself.

"She deserves to know," he said. I couldn't find a response that wasn't selfish or whiny, so I kept my mouth shut.

I listened to others shifting in their chairs, m.u.f.fled voices coming from behind the walls made of bookcases. As dawn crept through the library, I dozed half on Sam's lap, half on the chair. It wasn't comfortable, but I didn't move. I needed to be close to him.

When I awoke hours later, still wrapped in Sam's arms, most everyone had gone. A note from Stef waited pinned under a lamp, saying we'd be leaving not tomorrow, but tonight.

Because tonight, we were stealing back the temple books and Menehem's research.

6.

ARCHIVES.

"SO THAT'S OUR plan?" It sounded too straightforward and easy to me, but what did I know? I'd never broken into a secure room of the Councilhouse before.

"Do you have a better plan? Get some rest before tonight. You'll need it." Stef gestured toward her sofa, which was shoved next to a small piano against one wall. Her parlor was cluttered, holding dozens of bookcases and only a few places to sit. Where Sam's parlor had taken up most of his first floor, Stef had devoted only a small s.p.a.ce for company. The rest was filled up with machines in various stages of completion. Stef didn't get a lot of visitors, but that was by choice. She preferred going out.

When she climbed the narrow stairs and vanished, I glanced at Sam, who leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed and a worn expression on his face. "Well." I nodded toward our bags piled up in a corner. "At least the most boring part is already done."

A smile tipped the edges of his mouth upward. "Stef has really taken charge, hasn't she?"

It was a relief. From the library, she'd dragged us to Sam's house and forced us to pack as quickly as possible. Then, as we set up motion sensors and alarms outside Stef's house, she'd explained her plan and everything we needed to do. Whit and Orrin were coordinating with the rest of the group, ensuring that everyone was protected as they moved through the city.

News of the Councilors' deaths had spread quickly.

Deborl's friendsa"those who hadn't been imprisoned for the last weeka"were creating rumors about newsouls being responsible for the murders, as well as the earthquake and eruptions last night. If everyone would just band together to rid Heart of newsouls, everything would go back to how it had been. . . .

Sam turned and gazed at the piano, flexing his hand in his bandage. "This is possibly my last time with a piano, and I can't even play it."

"I'll play the left hand." We squeezed onto the bench together, his leg resting against mine. I leaned into him and inhaled the scent of soap and clean clothes. "What do you want to play?"

He twisted and met my eyes, something warm and seductive in his. "Just play."

I stretched my hand over the keys and played a major chord. The music resonated through the house and burrowed inside me like hope. This piano had a smaller sound and a thinner ba.s.s than Sam's, but it was still beautiful in its way. And it was a piano. I'd missed playing the piano.

Sam brushed a kiss across my forehead, finding a middle note to match mine. His left hand tightened a little over my hip, as though it hurt worse to not use it. He played four notes: three moving lower, and one higher. "I sent *Ana Incarnate' with Orrin."

I looked up. We were so close now, his breath rustled my hair across my cheek.

"While you were looking at the painting, Orrin asked if there was any music I wanted him to take when he goes with the others."

"An archivist until the end, hmm?"

Sam nodded. "He understands how I feel about my music collection. It's the same way he feels about his library. He and Whit have spent so many lifetimes building it."

Like Sam had spent so many lifetimes writing music. Would any of it survive Soul Night?

"Most of the library archives have been digitalized, so he can easily take all that. But he was letting himself take one physical piece, too. One physical piece of our history, just in case they do survive. He wanted the newsouls to have something to pa.s.s on to future generations."

My throat tightened. "Isn't most of your music scanned into the digital archives?"

"Yes, and Stef sent it to all our SEDs." Sam played the next few notes of "Ana Incarnate." "But he understands what the physical thing means to me."

"And out of all the music, you gave him mine?" There were so many others he could have asked Orrin to save. Phoenix Symphony. "Blue Rose Serenade." "The Dance of Light," or any of the other compositions dedicated to the names of years.

"It's the most important to me." He kissed me, just a brush of lips on lips. "After Li destroyed the original, we worked together rewriting the music."

"I remember." I could hardly speak around the tangle of emotions. Sam had been arrested, and Li had thrown the music into a fire. I'd tried to save it, but most of it was too burnt. When Sam had finally been exonerated and I moved in with him again, we'd spent a month rewriting "Ana Incarnate," the waltz he'd written for me. And we hadn't stopped there. He'd insisted we transcribe it for flute, too, and later he'd presented me with a flute of my very own.

"No matter what happens, I want that piece of music to live. When people hear it, I want them to think about what we tried to do, regardless of whether we succeed. And I want them to know that without you, Ana Incarnate, whatever Janan had planned would have just happened without opposition. You opened our eyes. I want that legacy to continue."

"Oh." I could hardly breathe. Once again, Sam had made me into something more important than I really was. "I don't know what to say."

He gave a wry smile and let his fingers dance across the piano keys. "You don't have to say anything. Just play."

Music flowed through the small parlor, like a river rushing around rocks and trees. While Sam played half-familiar melodies and whispers of something new, I found chords and countermelodies. Anguish flashed through Sam's expression a couple of times. His piano was gone. His flute, violin, clarinet: all gone. We'd packed my flutea"it would journey wherever we dida"but the wound created by the loss of the others, it was still gaping.

We played until nightfall, when Stef came downstairs and we ate a small dinner of chicken and vegetables. I savored everything; it might be one of the last times we had hot, fresh food.

At midnight, our SEDs beeped in unison, and slowly, I untangled myself from Sam's arms and legs. We'd fallen asleep on the sofa, music still heavy inside of us, but now it was time to let everything go. Home. Heart. Relative peace.

I switched my SED to silent and double-checked that my knife was in my coat pocket.

"We'll leave our bags," Stef said, hitching an empty backpack over one shoulder. "Whit and a couple others will come to get them. We need to grab the books and research, and we'll meet them at the east guard station. There will be vehicles enough for all of us. Hopefully we'll be far away from Heart before Deborl ever realizes we're gone."

It was the same plan she'd announced earlier. I nodded.

Outside, flecks of snow stung my face as I pulled up my hood and checked my SED. The program Stef had loaded earlier popped up, reporting a cl.u.s.ter of small earthquakes I hadn't felt. Then, conscious that the SED light might attract the wrong kind of attention, I shoved the device into my pocket and took Sam's hand, letting him guide me through the dark. The only light was the temple, still blazing unnaturally bright.

Our footsteps crunched on the thin snowfall, and a breeze hissed through the evergreens. "Here's what will happen," Stef said. "I've adjusted the security cameras in the Councilhouse so they won't record us. Getting caught won't matter for you, Ana, since they've already exiled you, but it does for Sam and me."

How much, though? The majority of the Council had been killed.

How long would they argue about what to do before they took action against newsouls or accepted Deborl back into the Council? What if they made him Speaker? I shuddered.

"The other thing is the soul-scanners." Stef turned us down another path. "I took a peek into the scanner logs. It looks like several Councilors went into one of the private archive rooms while you and I were stuck in the temple, and then again the other day after you had the meeting with them."

The meeting where they'd kicked me out of Heart. "They had the temple books and research with them."

"Exactly. It seems to me they must have been fetching something important from that room, like books or research. Maybe even the key. Unfortunately, that scanner is programmed to let only Councilors through that door."

"Fortunately," Sam said, his tone a smile, "we have you."

"You do." It sounded like she was grinning. "No one on the Council ever realized I always leave myself a secondary entry code for every building in Heart. I guessa"" She stumbled over the words. "I guess they never will now."

Grief twisted in my chest, and I couldn't respond. Sine's att.i.tude toward me had changed once she became Speaker, but she'd still been more a friend than not.

Was there anyone left who would publicly oppose Deborl after what he'd done? Anyone who might be brave enough to stand up to hima"Sarit and Armande excepteda"was going with us tonight.

Stef was quiet for a while. She'd been very selective about the people she'd invited to the library earlier. She'd probably left behind some of her friends, because she wasn't sure she could trust them.

Stef had chosen. She'd chosen me.

Humbled, I followed all the way to the market field, keeping an eye out for anyone. But the way was clear, and I heard nothing but the wind. Snow smothered sounds, making the world unearthly still. Templelight reflected off the snow; the market field was bright.

"Try not to think about it," Sam murmured.

"Think about what?" I huddled inside my layers of wool and silk. My hood blocked my peripheral vision; I could see only straight ahead.

"The risks and consequences. Where we're going after. Just focus on getting through this."

I opened my mouth to argue that I hadn't been worried about this part, but reconsidered. Though the research and books had belonged to me before Deborl took them, reclaiming them now still felt a little like stealing.

"So I take it you've broken into a lot of private archive rooms?" I asked.

Snow quieted his reply, keeping it from carrying. "I admit to nothing, except that Stef is a bad influence."

I snorted. "You can't fool me. I know better than to a.s.sume it's all Stef corrupting you."

"But you know her well enough to realize that most of the trouble I've gotten into is her fault, right?" He flashed me a look of boyish innocence.

"Right, of course." I kept my tone dubious, though conceded the point. Without Stef dragging Sam into trouble, he probably would stay at home, composing and practicing all day.

Now that I thought about it, Sam definitely attracted a type.

Stef pouted. "You two are going to ruin my good name."

"Oh, it was ruined a long time ago." Sam grinned and gave her a sideways hug.

We scanned the bright area once more before taking off at a trot, crossing the cobblestone market field. Our footfalls suddenly seemed so loud.

But no one caught us, and soon Sam dragged open the library door and ushered me inside after Stef. She had a pistol out.

The library was dim and quiet. I strained my ears but couldn't hear anything suspicious. No floorboards creaking. No hiss of clothes that didn't belong. Just the three of us.

We crept through the long hallway. It was unlikely anyone was working this late, but who knew about Deborl's people.

What if Deborl had gotten to the research and books already?