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“Yes. They said they were heading to Kenset to return some dragons, but I think that was just cover for alone time.” Liam nudged me gently.

I laughed. “I owe him big time. Sometimes it takes an older brother to knock some sense into you.”

Liam took my hand again. “Yeah. I felt your anger but decided to stay away. You guys have your own way of dealing with things.”

“That we do.”

***

Nothing could stop the fresh tears that fell from my eyes when I knocked on the door of Calvin’s childhood home. His family would be coming to Bellgard for the official burial, but I wanted to make a trip to Rawlins first. Mom had delivered the news since I’d been too distraught, and I was riddled with even more guilt for my failure to face them myself. I wasn’t there to apologize, though.

Mrs. Boyd took a step back when she answered the door. “Charlotte?”

“Hello, Mrs. Boyd. I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, but…” I started crying, and so did she. We hugged for a moment.

Mr. Boyd appeared behind his wife. “What brings you here?”

I composed myself. “Is Nathaniel home?”

“Nathaniel? Sure. I can get him for you.”

Liam, James, and I waited outside. It reminded me of the time I’d waited outside with Calvin’s younger siblings. It felt like a lifetime ago that he’d brought me home to meet his family. Calvin was so full of hope, so full of dreams. I choked back sobs, and James gave me a hug. The gesture was such a non-James-like action that it worked. I stopped crying before the young teen with a startling resemblance to his older brother walked down the front steps. Liam kept his distance, and I appreciated it. As much as I needed his touch, throwing our love in the Boyds’ faces was out of the question.

Nathanial bowed his head. “You wished to see me, my Essence?”

I looked past him at Mr. Boyd. “Would it be possible to run this farm without Nathaniel?”

“Without Nathaniel?” he sputtered. “I have my youngest children still, but why would you ask such a question?”

“Calvin was the bravest, strongest man I’ve ever met. I loved him with all of my heart, and he made the ultimate sacrifice to save me and his people. I am sure that much of his strength and devotion comes from this family. Because of that, I wish to utter an edict.” I reached inside myself the way I now knew I could. I would be eternally grateful to the Source for all of the new knowledge. I had gone from the most uneducated Essence in history to the most informed. I would use the gifts for good. “From this day forward, there will be a Boyd on every Guard. Nathaniel, would you be the Boyd on mine?”

His eyes widened. “Really? A Guardian? Me?”

Liam pulled out Calvin’s sword. “Yes. I would be honored to have you on the Guard.”

“Of course. Of course I will.” Nathaniel turned to his parents. Both had tears in their eyes.

Liam nodded solemnly. “Then take this sword and take your place.”

Nathaniel took the sword from Liam, and it slowly turned green, first lighter then a much brighter shade.

“You may take a few days to prepare, but then I expect you in Bellgard for training.” It was strange hearing Liam so official, but he was taking his job seriously.
 

“I will be there in two days. I am honored to serve as your Guardian. I will protect you with my life.” He bowed again.

“I am honored to have you. I will feel safer because of it.”

After a tearful goodbye to the Boyds and a promise that I would visit again, we left. Bringing Nathaniel onto my Guard brought me a feeling of security and happiness I hadn’t really expected, probably because I knew it was exactly what Calvin would have wanted.

Two Months Later

I stood in the garden, holding hands with the boy I’d loved my entire life. I would never forget Calvin or the love we had shared, but I knew that Liam’s words had been true that day. We would be happy.

Liam loved me in two different but equally strong ways. He loved me as his Essence, the way a Gerard always would. But he also loved me as Charlotte. He loved me as the little girl who used to chase him around. He loved me as the shy girl who had returned home after years away. He loved me as the girl who had to overcome so many obstacles just to find her inner strength. He loved me for me. And I loved him the same way. I loved him as my Gerard, but I loved him as both the boy and the man who had always been such an important part of my life.

He leaned over and kissed me. The intensity hadn’t lessened, and if anything, it got better each time. He wrapped his arms around me, and I melted into him. We broke the kiss and just looked at each other for a moment before he took my hand again.

We walked through the gate— back home to Bellgard.

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Flight

the

crescent chronicles

By Alyssa Rose Ivy

Preface

Closing my eyes, I tried to block it all out. Convinced I was about to die, I was only partly aware of his arms around me.

“You said you wanted an adventure,” he said quietly, teasingly, as he tightened his hold.

My stomach dropped out as an intense and complete feeling of weightlessness engulfed me. The wind stung my face as memories flooded my mind. I thought of my parents, of all the things I wanted to tell them but never did, my friends from home, and the experiences I longed for. Quickly my thoughts changed to more recent memories, to Levi.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered, somehow knowing my eyes were clenched shut.

Against my better judgment, I listened. The scream died in my throat as we hurtled toward the water that had seemed so beautiful from the roof above.

One

I’d sworn off men, or really boys, because those were the only type of males I tended to attract. The numbers on the pump moved painfully slow as I reminded myself of the decision. Tying my hair up in a knot on the top of my head, I struggled to save my neck from the heat created by my long brown hair. Even a ponytail wasn’t enough for the Mississippi heat. I had heard all about the hot summers of the south, but I didn’t expect the temperatures to be quite so scorching in June. I was terrified to think about what August would feel like.

Finally finished with the gas, I got back in the car to wait impatiently for my best friend Jess. We were only a few hours away from New Orleans, but after two days of driving, every minute was torture. I started the engine and turned the AC on high before leaning back into the comfortable seat. The new car smell still permeated my Land Rover, an over the top high school graduation gift from my father. I loved it and appreciated the gift but wished my dad had checked with me before special ordering it in what he believed was my favorite color—lavender. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that purple had stopped being my favorite when I was five.

 
After a few minutes, Jess slid into the passenger seat. “Want some chips or soda?” she asked while smoothing out her blond hair, putting a few strands back in place behind her ear. The effort was wasted. Her hair was still messy and matched the flushed expression she wore.

 
“Please tell me you didn’t make out with someone to get free chips.” I rolled my eyes hoping she would surprise me just this once by not having done it. We had been best friends since the sixth grade, and she had been boy crazy the whole time I’d known her.

“I didn’t make out with him for the chips; I did it because he was hot.”

Stifling a laugh, I pulled back out onto the road toward I-57. “Sure.”

“We’re only young once. Don’t be so uptight.” Jess snapped her gum loudly.

“Hey, it’s fine, but don’t come complaining to me when you get some weird communicable disease from one of the random guys you hook up with.”

“Allie, I love you, but you have to relax. Promise me you’ll at least try to have fun this summer.” She sighed dramatically.

“I’ll try,” I said with exaggerated frustration. I planned to have a great summer, just one that didn’t involve guys.

“That’s not good enough. You’re not going to let Toby ruin the entire summer are you? So you dated a jerk, who cares, forget about him.”

“I’m not going to let Toby ruin anything. I’m the one who dumped him, remember?” Thinking about Toby threatened to put me in a worse mood. He had only been the latest in a string of disappointing dating experiences. First there was Steve, we broke up when I found him cheating on me—with my best guy friend. After that was Matthew, who took commitment phobia to a whole new level when he actually set a cap on how often I could text message him. With Toby it wasn’t anything dramatic, the romance just didn’t live up to my expectations. Somehow, his declarations of how great of a power couple we would make didn’t cut it. As relieved as I was about avoiding him all summer, I still had to deal with him at Princeton in the fall.

“So does that mean you’re ready to move on?” Jess asked excitedly.

“No. I told you, I’ve sworn off men.”

“Sweetheart, you do realize that men have many valuable roles other than boyfriends, right? Instead, how about you swear off boyfriends and just have fun?”

“I don’t care what you do with guys, but I am never going to be the girl that just hooks up, okay?”

“We’ll see about that.”

Wanting to avoid a fight, I decided to ignore her last comment. Sometimes it was easier to let her think she won.
  

When I didn’t answer, she decided to continue. “Maybe getting away from high school boys will help.”

“Maybe,” I mumbled under my breath.

She appeared not to hear me and changed the subject. “It was so cool of your dad to let us come down and hang out at the hotel all summer!”

“You mean it was cool of him to give us jobs, right?” I tried to keep a straight face, but really, I wasn’t surprised by her choice of words. When Dad called to ask if I wanted to work at a hotel he had recently purchased in New Orleans, I agreed only if Jess could come with me. She wouldn’t be much use as a coworker but she did have the ability to make any situation fun. I was counting on her working her magic.

***

The Crescent City Hotel looked exactly as I expected; a historic building complete with wrought iron balconies and the dangling ferns that were in every picture I had seen of the French Quarter. Following along with the GPS, I turned onto Royal Street and pulled up front to the valet, not sure where I was supposed to park. Before I could worry for long, my dad knocked on the window.

He opened the door once I unlocked it, taking my hand to help me out. “Hey sweetie, how was the trip?” He pulled me into a hug as soon as my feet hit the pavement. If you didn’t know any better you’d think we had a normal father-daughter relationship.
 

“It was fine, we made great time.”

“Hi Mr. Davis!” Jess yelled as she ran around the car.

“Hi Jessica, I’m so glad you were able to come down with my Allie.”

“Of course! Thanks again for the job!”

“It’s my pleasure; I hope you girls have a nice time.” He caught my eye over Jess’s head. Even as little as he knew Jess, he was under no misconceptions about her work ethic.

Dad glanced behind him, lifting a finger and a bellhop a little older than us started unloading bags from the back of the car. Before he had finished moving our bags to the cart, Jess was already chatting him up. With my dad watching, the poor guy was trying to stay professional.

“Let’s go Jess.” I grabbed her arm and led her inside. Dad had already gone ahead.

The lobby felt huge, much larger than it looked from the outside. All the money my dad had poured into the updates showed. Large travertine tiles covered the floor and dark wainscoting framed the room, while a beautiful chandelier with dangling crystals helped light the space. The etched glass in the sidewall that bore the name of the hotel typified the way he had modernized the hotel without losing all its historical character. I especially loved the solid mahogany bar. I’d like to say my dad had an eye for design, but I’m sure he had nothing to do with the selections. The fact that he was even at the hotel was surprising. He usually oversaw his properties from afar.

Looking up from the bar, I locked eyes with an incredibly hot guy. At over six feet tall with brown hair and wearing a tight shirt that barely concealed his muscular arms and chest, it would have been impossible not to notice him. He smiled at me and I found myself smiling back before I snapped myself out of it. Ignoring the invitation in his smile I quickly looked away. “You swore off men,” I reminded myself.

“Do you girls want to see your room or get some lunch first?” my dad asked, relieving me of my thoughts about the guy.

“See our room,” I answered quickly. “Is that okay, Jess?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said distantly. I didn’t bother looking, assuming she had found the same distraction.

My dad laughed as he led us to the elevators.
 
“I put you girls in a suite on the top floor.”

The elevator reached our floor and we walked toward our room. It came as no surprise, but our suite was luxurious. Jess and I each had our own room with a bathroom and we shared a large common living space complete with a kitchenette. Two French doors in the main living area opened out onto a balcony overlooking the street below.

“Wow Dad, you really didn’t need to give us this suite for the whole summer.”

“Of course I did. I’m your father. Now, why don’t you girls get yourself settled and meet me in the courtyard for lunch in about a half hour?”

“Sounds great,” I answered.

As soon as the door clicked Jess gave me a knowing smile. “So, uh, I thought you were swearing off guys.”

“I am,” I said defensively. Damn, she must have caught me eyeing him.
 

“Don’t try to deny it. I saw you checking out that guy and he was checking you out too by the way. Totally hot, but I’ll let you have him, his other friends were cute too.”

“Don’t even start.” My response was automatic but inside I was surprised I hadn’t even noticed his friends.

“Oh, come on, promise me that if he’s still there you’ll go talk to him,” Jess pushed.

“No way.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because I’m not interested, end of story.”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting off that easily.”

Thankfully, I was saved from further argument by a knock. The bellboy from outside had arrived with our bags. He unloaded them two at a time, leaving them just inside the door.

“Do you girls need anything else?” Without my dad’s presence he seemed much more interested in talking.

“I think we’re all set for now, but we might need something later.” Jess had turned on the charm.

“Oh yeah? Maybe I should give you my number then. I’m Billy by the way.”

I tuned out their conversation, grabbing one of my bags to move it into my bedroom. Shaking my head, I laughed. I had to admit the bellboy was cute; he had the blond surfer boy look going for him, but leave it to Jess to get a phone number a few minutes after arriving in a city.

I heard the door click closed moments before Jess bounded into my room.

“Oh my god, this is going to be an awesome summer.” She sprawled out on my bed.

“Hey Jess?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t ever change, okay?” I laughed.

“Are you making fun of me?” She sat up indignantly.

“Not at all. I just know I’m going to miss you this year.”

“Aww, I’ll miss you too. But we’ll only be a train ride apart.” She was going to her dream school, NYU.
  

“I know.”

“And you could have gone to school in the city. You’re the one who wanted to head to Jersey.”

“Yeah, because Princeton is really settling, huh?”

“It is when you are only going there because your parents want you to.”

I brushed it off, unwilling to let her know how much the jab hurt. “Let’s go meet my dad; I’m starving.”
 
I headed to the door before Jess could argue. I’d never told her how I’d actually wanted to go somewhere more urban for school. Either she was more perceptive than I thought, or I was more transparent.