CHAPTER 98
Kallias, Kallias, Kallias. She could not get to him fast enough.
She hated the search party for making him have to hide.
She hated that he had had to hide at all.
She hated how diligent they were. She hated how they didn’t find anything so they couldn’t just go.
And tonight, winding up the lighthouse, for the very first time, she hated it too.
It kept her from Kallias, and even one second could not be wasted.
And then, when she was done, she was racing, faster than she’d ever run, down over the rocks to him.
He was waiting—of course he was waiting—and she threw herself at him with reckless abandon to his open arms.
“I love you,” she cried. She didn’t even know why she said it, but it was like she was compelled to, like she had to, like the world would end if she did not.
He leaned his head over her shoulder, as if he could burrow into her, his arms on her upper back holding her with all his might. “I love you more.”