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  "That was her," Beau said from behind me.

  I winced as Claire shook her head. "No way, Rachel. You are fucking amazing."

  "Claire," Beau rumbled under his breath and I knew he was correcting his sister for cursing near me, but I was too preoccupied with what this meant.

  "You... you heard me?" There was some small part of me that wanted to turn a cartwheel at the news of this, but it was drowned out by the voice of the Elders in my head. Vanity, they intoned. Pride is a terrible sin. The sin of vanity was not lash worthy. No. Vanity meant having your head shaved and your face scarred. Vanity meant having your possessions stripped and "returned" to the community. Vanity was the accusation you shouted in fellowship if you were jealous of your neighbor's tidy house and happy children. Vanity was something you had to be ever vigilant against, lest your children find themselves waking up in a strange house and being asked to call someone else mother. All Chosen steered cleared of anything resembling pride or vanity, of calling attention to themselves and giving themselves glory.

  Vanity was the worst sin there was.

  The Kings were chattering on easily around me, unaware of the storm that was raging inside of me.

  "You have the voice of an angel," Beau was saying as Claire nodded, but his voice was little more than static in my head. I hugged my arms around my body, but my skin was still buzzing from that bolt from Beau's lips. The mere brush of my fingers over my own skin was enough to make me feel feverish.

  "Is that what you all are doing down there in that cult of yours?" Finn piped up. "Singing hymns like a freaking gospel choir and shit?"

  "Finn!" both Beau and Claire hissed.

  I lifted my chin. This was more familiar territory, one I was used to navigating. "The Chosen are not a cult," I corrected him. "The word cult implies that we aren't free to leave when we want to. I think I'm proof that's not the case."

  It was a practiced speech, and Finn seemed to hear the rehearsed nature of it because he just rolled his eyes and hefted himself up off the doorframe. "Sure," he said.

  I looked from Finn back to his brother. They looked so alike, but the difference between them seemed to be down at the soul level. I'd been drawn to Beau from the first time I saw him, but Finn almost repelled me.

  "Whatever, it doesn't matter," Claire jumped in. Beau's sister reached out and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "You've never taken lessons though, right? Like, please don't take this the wrong way because you've got natural talent falling out of your ass, oops!" She clapped her hand over her mouth and I grinned, deciding that I liked Beau's sister way more than I did his brother. "Sorry! I use cuss words like commas."

  "It's fine," I said. It really was. Cursing no longer sounded foreign to my ears. After all, I wasn't Chosen anymore. I had left.

  I'd left willingly, and I'd also willingly come to Beau's home for...

  For what?

  My fingers went to my lips again. That kiss was lingering there, haunting me like a ghost. "It's fine," I repeated.

  "You sure?" Claire exhaled, eyes wide. "It's fine if it's not, like I don't want to offend you and everything, I know it's like against your religion to cuss and whatever." She leaned in, a keenly interested light now shining in her eyes. "You're like, out-out, right? Like fully and completely not in it anymore?"

  "Yes."

  She stepped back a little at my curt, one-word response, but then brushed it off. "Okay, well yeah, duh, obviously, because you're here. I just wanted to make sure because like..." She trailed off and gestured to my head. "You've still got the, the..."

  I reached back and touched the heavy braid that hung like a rope down the center of my back. "Yes," I repeated and for some reason, I glanced at Beau. He was watching his sister carefully, not saying anything to halt her litany of questions. Not that I would have expected him to, except.

  Except I couldn't help but notice the way he had shifted his body weight. He'd unobtrusively, but very deliberately, placed himself half in front of me. Shielding me if not from her questions, then at least from her gaze.

  I shifted my balance to my other foot. Beau's broad, muscled back now formed a wall between me and his siblings and for some reason this made it easier to speak. "It's symbolic," I said. "I mean, to me anyway."

  "What does it symbolize?" Claire's voice floated up from the other side of Beau.

  I lifted the rope of my braid and let it fall back down, feeling the reassuring weight on my scalp. When I was a kid, I thought of the long braids of the Chosen women as tethers. A way to keep us anchored to the community.

  It still did that now. "When I left," I said, softly, haltingly. "It was not because... it was not because I really wanted to. It was because... because I had to."

  Beau shifted a little and turned to look at me. A quick flick of his eyes had me nodding that yes, I was okay, even though I had no idea how I knew that was what he was asking.

  Claire caught the pain in my voice. "Why's that?"

  The words seized in my chest and only came out on the heels of a strangled cry. "There was no place for me," I whispered.

  And in that moment, I missed my family so intensely I could barely breathe. I could only stand there, rooted to the spot, watching as if on the other side of a glass wall while Beau herded his siblings away from me. Claire's apologies were a jumbled mess in my head, but Beau's words were loud and clear. "Get out of here," he rumbled. "Give her some fucking space, Jesus, she's not a goddamn zoo animal!"

  "I'm sorry," he said when he turned back to me. His strong hands gripped my upper arms, squeezing me. I found I liked the contact, liked the pressure. Without it, I might shatter into a million pieces. "Claire means well. The second she meets someone she likes, she wants to know everything about them. I'm sure she's practically ready to adopt you at this point." He squeezed a little tighter. "But you don't need that right? You're doing just fine. Come on, let me take you back home."

  The tightness in my chest released enough that I was able to gulp a swift breath. "Yes. Thank you."

  He quickly turned on his heel and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with my loaf pan. I looked down in surprise. "This is what you were heading for, right?" he teased me gently. "When you were trying to run away from me?"

  My chest loosened by another degree and I was able to look up at him again. "Yes, it was," I said, taking it from him and clutching it possessively to my chest. He hummed out an amused sound and then gestured for me to follow him.

  I fell into step behind him so automatically that it took a second for my brain to catch up and realize what I was doing and when it finally did, I stumbled forward in a clumsy stutter step. Beau had a hand out in a moment, and once again the natural reaction of my body to rely on him, to lean on him, to follow him made me widen my eyes in disbelief.

  This wasn't okay. Me being here. Me letting him kiss me. Me catching his arm and brushing my fingers against his warm skin. None of this was okay.

  But it felt that way. It felt intensely...

  Right.

  It felt right to sit in companionable silence as he drove me the few miles back to my house that I could have easily walked. It felt right to brush against him as I shifted in my seat, and the crisp hairs of his forearm lightly tickling mine felt more right than anything ever had before. I had to work to conjure the disapproving voices of the Elders and when I finally did, their voices were far fainter than the one whispering "stay."

  Stay.

  Stay with me.

  He pulled into the rutted gravel drive in front of my shabby cottage and put the car in park. When he shifted in his seat to look at me, there was a momentary flash of something in his eyes that had me ready to run away and hide, but it was followed quickly by the warm glow of something that made me desperately want to stay here with him in this car forever.

  "Sorry again about my sister," he said. "I hope she didn't scare you so much you'll never come over again."

  "She didn't scare me," I said, although the quave
r in my voice made me sound like a liar.

  He leaned in a little, close enough so that the warmth of his breath hit the shell of my ear. "Did I?" he murmured.

  I swallowed. What was the right thing to do here? Was it to lie and say no? Or tell the truth and say yes, he terrified me, but I wanted him to do it again?

  "I'm not scared of you," I finally said.

  He pulled back from my ear and gazed at me a moment. I was close enough to see the ring of dark emerald around the iris of his eye. "What are you scared of?" he asked and before I could answer he went on, "Is it how I make you feel?"

  I opened my mouth to tell him the truth, but my words were swallowed by the brush of his lips. It was the barest hint of a kiss, nothing like the soul-devouring one in his living room. But I could feel his restraint, the effort he was making to hold back and that...

  "Yes," I breathed against his mouth. And I didn't pull away.

  Chapter Ten

  Beau

  I'd kissed her for only a moment, though I could have easily gone on kissing her forever, in awe of how soft her lips were, how sweet her mouth tasted.

  It was the small noise she made in the back of her throat when my tongue found hers that made me remember myself. Remember where I was and what had just happened.

  And who she was. And whatever she had been through that made her voice catch in a quiet sob as she remembered it.

  I pulled back from her, alarmed at how I'd forgotten all of this so easily. Apologies sprang to my lips but died there when she quietly turned and opened the door.

  I watched her cross the driveway and head into her little house and only then did my shoulders slump. "Fuck!" I shouted, slamming the heel of my palm into the steering wheel. "You fucking asshole!"

  For the rest of the day, my glum self-hatred rivaled Finn's in its intensity. After she got home from work, Claire started hanging around, getting in my eyeline and being super chipper. Her way of apologizing for being a nosy little gossip, I supposed, but I wasn't feeling charitable to anyone. Least of all myself.

  For fuck's sake, Rachel was off-limits. Wanting her this much was wrong. Only some douche-bag asshole would be thinking about a sheltered girl like her this way. And now that I knew she had the pure voice of an angel to go along with those innocent brown eyes and full, pretty lips?

  No way. Look but don't touch, that had to be the rule from now on.

  But even as I spent the day admonishing myself, her words kept running through my head. She wasn't scared of me.

  She was scared of how she felt about me.

  That makes two of us, angel.

  The next morning, Claire was still hovering, purposefully getting in my path as I stumbled and cursed my way to the coffee maker, still not awake even after a freezing shower. "Good morning!" she trumpeted.

  "Too loud," Finn snarled from his position slumped over the kitchen table.

  "Don't we have some houses to look at today?" she asked me, ignoring our brother.

  I let out a long exhale. "Fuck," I hissed. I was not in the mood to do anything other than beat myself up for how I'd crossed that line with Rachel, but Claire was right. "Yeah, Finn, you ready?"

  "I'm not coming," he snarled.

  Claire and I looked at each other. Some of my worry about Rachel slid away as heavy meaning settled like a wet blanket over the both of us. "Aren't you interested in what kind of house you and Beau end up in?" Claire asked. I bristled. That was far too on the nose. One of the first signs of Finn's depression setting in was him losing interest in everything that used to be important to him. I knew why Claire was asking, but Finn wasn't dumb. He was going to hear the subtext.

  I was right. My brother leaned back in his chair and glared at Claire. "Nope!" he said. He sounded cheerful enough, but I knew him too well. He was pissed. "Not interested at all. Beau can just go ahead and make the decision for me," he said, meeting my eye. "Like he always does."

  I shifted and stood up straighter. "What the fuck did I do?" I asked.

  He turned away with a grunt. I rolled my eyes and shot my sister a knowing smirk.

  She didn't return it, only bounced once on her toes. "I'm coming with you again," she informed me.

  I could hear something under her words, something she was trying to tell me, but I didn't know what it could be. Shrugging, I went over and grabbed my keys. "I'm driving this time," I told her. "There is nothing wrong with my car."

  She whined about it all the way out into the driveway and right up until we were seated in the busted up old Crown Vic my dad had restored for Finn and me for our sixteenth birthday. I tuned out her complaints as she bitched about the lack of Bluetooth, thinking about the last person who'd been in that seat.

  The more I told myself to stop thinking about Rachel, the more I thought about Rachel. The more I wanted to see her again, hear that clear, pure voice of hers and watch the corners of her mouth tip up in a sweet smile as she sang. The more I reminded myself that she was and should stay off limits, the more I wanted to hear that noise again, the one she'd made as her tongue sought mine. Because it almost sounded like she liked kissing me as much as I had liked kissing her.

  What would she do if I kissed her again? Would she tell me no? She had never told me no, it had all been the guilt-ridden voice inside my head.

  Would she see me again? If I came over? But why would I come over?

  "You're quiet this morning," Claire said, interrupting the spiraling vortex of my thoughts. "Worried about Finn?"

  I sat up a little straighter and tried to push Rachel from my head, but she refused to budge. "Yeah," I grunted. It wasn't exactly a lie, because I was worried about my brother. I just... hadn't been thinking about him right then.

  "What are you thinking we should do?"

  She caught me. "Actually, I was thinking about Rachel."

  I could practically hear the record screech in Claire's head. "Ray-chul?" she sing-songed in the most annoying way possible. "Rachel the Chosen girl that you kissed?"

  "Yes, thank you, I'm glad for you that your eyes work." I took my eyes off the road for a second to narrow my eyes at her, but that only made her cackle louder. "I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have done that."

  Claire threw up her hands. "Jesus Christ Beau, I swear you like feeling guilty. Did she slap you?" When I didn't answer, she shoved me in the arm, making me swerve a little. "Hey!" I said as she shook me.

  "Did she slap you?"

  "No."

  "Then you're fine. You and Finn, I swear, it's like mirror images. He doesn't feel bad about anything, you feel bad about everything. Oh, it's right up on the right." She pointed at the last second and the Crown Vic sent up a shower of dust when I yanked the wheel to the right, narrowly missing the nearly hidden drive. "Oh shit," Claire breathed reverently as we rolled to a stop.

  I sat back heavily in my seat. "Yeah, you can say that again."

  It was perfect. Set back against a stand of pines, the timber-framed house resembled a log cabin on steroids. A huge deck wrapped around the front, overlooking a sloping lawn that led down to a picturesque little pond. I stepped out to inhale the smell of pine tree warmed in the sun. Dragonflies hovered over the water and a single noisy frog was piping up quite a melodic little racket, but otherwise, the only sound was the slight rustle of the wind through the cattails that ringed the banks. There was no sound of passing traffic and no sign of any neighbors except the slight hint of wood smoke that spiced the air.

  It was exactly what Finn wanted.

  "This is it, yes, yes," Claire danced over to me and excitedly shoved her phone under my nose to show me the listing. "And it has enough bedrooms that like, you could have us over for dinner and to crash for once.”

  "Us?" I teased, even as I took the phone from her and scrolled through the listing.

  And then sighed.

  I'd put this house down on our list for, well I wasn't exactly sure why I thought we needed to see it, other than catch a glimpse of what we could never have.
"It's too expensive."

  "Seriously?" She snatched her phone away and squinted at the screen. Then whistled. "Yeah okay, that's a lot, but you have it, right?"

  "I have half of it."

  "Okay, but isn't that all you need?"

  "Do you really think Finn has his half?" It was impossible to keep the edge out of my voice when I asked that question. Claire knew all about how I'd covered him when the four King brothers gave a portion of our earnings to our parents so they could retire. After all, we owed the band's success to them running us to a million far-flung festivals and appearances when we were first starting out. "Maybe back when we were touring," I went on. "But you know it's gone now."

  Claire fell silent - for once - and lifted her face to the sun and closed her eyes. "You know he's spiraling, right?"

  "’Course I do."

  "His demons are getting to him again."

  "I can see that." The sarcasm, the bitterness. I knew what that meant. "And there isn't much we can do except—"

  "Head him off at the pass with a giant change," Claire interrupted me. "He's going to start picking fights again if he doesn't find something to distract him."

  I looked back up at the house. "This would be a distraction."

  "It would."

  "But he needs money. Or hell, the both of us do."

  "Yeah, too bad you are both completely unqualified for anything resembling a job." Claire loved getting in those little jabs.

  "We're qualified to play music." An idea was starting to snowball in my head. "Hey, come on. Let's go let him know we found the perfect fucking house and we're gonna drag him to a showing if it kills him." My sister was already nodding and getting back into the car when another idea piggybacked onto the first. "But can we make one stop beforehand?"

  Chapter Eleven

  Rachel