TITLE: Truth Seekers
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Snick and her friends are junior members on one side of a civil war. A spy kidnaps her friends, missing her, and imprisons them in the dungeons of a place she's familiar... so she uses a secret passage to rescue them.
I stub my toe on the wall and yelp, just as Anne says something. They go quiet, then, “Snick?”
“Get-t away from the wall!”
I can't see, can't hear, but it takes just seconds to find the catch. To push open the door.
Their faces are in shadow from the flickering torches, but I lower my eyes as they stare. Beyond them, on the ground, are three things that vaguely look like sleeping forms; sheets, maybe.
“We have t-to hurry,” I say, turning again. “C-come on.”
I wait for them to go first, but Richy grabs my shoulders, spins me to face him, and kisses me.
His lips are rough against mine, chapped by the wind and rain, but soft, so soft, and as I gasp in through my nose I smell dirt and sunshine and his breath, the sides of our noses just touching, and shocks flow through me with every beat of his heart. His eyes are wide and full of something so warm it scares me as the tingle in my lips spreads through my body.
I never thought that green could burn so.
My knees weaken, and I lean against him, one of his hands leaving my shoulder and taking mine. He squeezes it as he breaks the kiss, stepping away, and looks down at me.
I just stare back at him, breathing hard, every inch of me singing. I should say something. I should do something. Wasn't I doing something? “Um.”
He gives a little smile and doesn't release my hand, though his cheeks flare red even in the torch's dim light. “Come on, Snick. Don't we have to hurry?”