Idols Read Free

get easier for all of us, Fortis says, when we find a way to get where we’re going.
    The Idylls, Fortis called it. “I’ve found it, with Doc’s help. A Grass base. The only camp out here.”
    I was confused when he first said it. “Idylls? Why do they call it that?”
    “Because it’s paradise, love. Where the Icons can’t hurt us and the Lords can’t fly.”
    “You mean somewhere over a rainbow? Like the old stories say?”
    “I mean somewhere under a mountain. Like the old combat manuals say.”
    But I still don’t understand how we’re supposed to find some Grass Rebellion base even the Embassies can’t. And I have a difficult time believing there even is someplace safe. Someplace where we can plan our battle against the House of Lords.
    But none of us has a better plan. Or better rations. Or enough water. Or another way out of here.
    So, like the good soldiers we are quickly becoming, under the mountain we go.
    “Dol?”
    I jump as Lucas touches my shoulder, startling me out of my reverie of mountains and soldiers. He wags his head in the direction of the nearby hill. His hair falls lank in his face, curling against his jawline. “Come on, Dol. I have something for you.”
    Looking at his overgrown hair makes me realize how long it has been since any of us has done anything as normal as getting a haircut. Not to mention the bloody gash on his forehead that snakes above his eyes like a second brow, his trophy from our crash—same as my bruised face, Tima’s swollen ankle, or Ro’s busted rib.
    And all of our empty, aching bellies.
    Still, even this messed up, he’s breathtakingly beautiful, Lucas Amare.
    “Something for me?” I’m caught off guard, but Lucas offers me his hand and I take it, pulling myself up after him. The second I touch him, I feel it—the warmth that comes from the way his heart beats in time with mine.
    Does everyone feel this from him? He could make them, if he wanted to. That much I know.
    But is there something more there, something just for me?
    I stand close to him, holding his hand for a fraction of a moment longer than I need to. I can feel myself blushing and I turn away, suddenly grateful for the dimming light.
    It’s all so strange. I mean, I am. How I have become. How imagining a kiss can feel like a real one.
    That one perfect, sublime, stolen kiss, back at the Mission. The day we came so close to binding ourselves to each other, heart to heart, hand to hand.
    I pull my own wrapping tight around my wrist, shaking off the memories. Still, I can feel my cheeks turning pink again as I follow Lucas up the winding trail that leads from the dry riverbed where we’ve made camp—if you can call it that—all the way to the top of the red rock hill, rising above the shadowy desert floor. The red wash of the landscape is dotted with strange, almost alien-looking shapes, where the wind has carved the stone into curving organic formations. “They don’t call this Goblin Valley for nothin’.” I can almost hear Fortis’s voice when I look down at the rocks.
    Then I hear the familiar static of Lucas’s cuff, followed by the crackling sound of Doc’s voice. “Lucas? I appear to be losing your signal.”
    I stop. Lucas raises a finger to his lips—and motions for us to keep going.
    Doc’s voice echoes across the rock. “That is not optimal, as I am certain you understand. You need to remain together for the purposes of safety. Might I remind you that twelve Icons remain fully functional? Perhaps you have forgotten that there are no known weapons, with the exception of the four of you and your exceptional abilities, that can damage them in the slightest—”
    “ Parce metu , Doc.” Lucas grins. He starts up another switchback in the trail, pulling me by the hand.
    “Cease from fear?” Doc translates. “I cannot be afraid. It is not within my parameters. I am merely noting that you do not seem to recall that accomplishing the task at hand requires you all to