“Hello.” She stood before a wooden cart with iron-rimmed wheels. It was lined in unrelieved black silk, pillows and cushions and throws all dangerously soft and smooth. A rope that disappeared into the depthless ceiling hooked to a bar across the middle, and other than the silken interior, the entire contraption looked like it belonged in a mine shaft. “I’m Solange.”
That she greeted me so openly both eased and alarmed me.
“Where’s Tripp?” I asked as she perched a hip on the cart.
She stared at one of the small square windows, studying it with solemn focus. “Did you really come here to ask that question?”
“Well, it wasn’t for the pleasures of the flesh,” I shot back, jaw clenched.
Solange sighed, and gave me a quick once-over, pursing her lips in what was either disgust or distaste.
“I don’t know what to do about the color, okay?” And I chafed at the idea that someone could look at my body-mine, Joanna Archer’s, in its strength and truth and perfect imperfections-and find something lacking. Perhaps I’d once done the same, but that was before it’d been so abruptly taken from me.
“No, you don’t,” she agreed, and my mouth was already open for a rebuke when she added, “but that’s not what I was observing.”
She climbed into the cart in a slide of chocolate silk, holding up her shift as she settled. Crossing the room in a much clumsier fashion, I grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at me. There was, I noted, even a glamour to the narrowing of her eyes. I didn’t care. “I want my power back.”
“Of course you do.” Her voice was unstrained, and she didn’t pull away, just sunk back until she was leaning upon the pillows. Feeling too aggressive against that pretty passiveness, I let her go. “What do you have to barter for it?”
I started to answer, but Solange tilted her head. “And don’t say money either. The only use we have for that wad of paper is in the lavatory.”
I knew. Diana had been fucking with me, drawing me upstairs. But why?
“I can tell you’re not stupid, honey, so don’t make me treat you as if you are. You now know what we trade in here.”
I finally nodded.
Solange crossed her legs at her knees. “Tripp doesn’t like you. He told me you’re not to be trusted.”
“Tripp and I are natural enemies.”
“So you’re of the Light.”
“Not exactly.”
She tilted her head. “Come,” she said after a bit, and motioned for me to join her. “I have something to show you.”
“Is it a poker chip embossed with my powers?”
“You are persistent,” she said, shifting to make room. “I’ll give you that.”
And that was it. No asking, begging, threats, or yelling. She just watched me expectantly with those great dark eyes. Seeing no other choice, I climbed in. Whatever she wanted to show me couldn’t be more shocking than everything I’d already experienced.
I hoped.
I’d expected to be nestled snugly beside Solange, but the interior of the cart expanded as I settled in, and I found myself sinking backward on a sea of smooth, limitless silk. Every muscle in my body relaxed, fatigue dogging me after the heat from downstairs. If I could just close my eyes…
Solange struck a match, the small sound an exaggerated zip that had my eyes flipping back open, but she was only lighting a small tea light in a cutout obviously designed for the purpose. She then pushed a button, leaning back as machinery above us kicked into gear. We rose in a slow wave, the light from the twelve tiny windows dropping away until they sparked out altogether. The pitch-dark coupled with my fatigue to make me feel stationary, so the sound of those grinding gears drawing closer was all that let me know I was still rising.
Our halt was jarring, and my melting limbs flew outward involuntarily. Solange murmured an apology. The light from her tea candle continued to burn stick-straight, as it had on our entire ascent, as if the flame too was being pulled upward, but other than that, and her delicate outline, there was nothing more to see.
Of course, maybe that was the purpose. Because the more I stared at Solange, the prettier she appeared. Some women were like that. I knew from living in Olivia’s skin that her effect on others was also instantaneous. However, Solange’s growing appeal was different. It was like the removal of blinders, or scales falling from the eyes. Even in the continual dimness her beauty grew more defined. She had delicate fingers and wrists, poised now over a tiny wheel, and her hair glowed softer than the silk surrounding me. Her half-lit silhouette was honeyed, her long neck as smooth as fragile ceramic. I suddenly found myself wondering how I ever could have believed her plain, and the thought that she’d need any ornamentation was so laughable I actually snorted.
Gripping that small steel wheel, she began twisting it. I felt like I was levitating. I’d once seen a man thrown into a black hole-a created one, sure, but a black hole nonetheless-and I felt as he’d looked then; rotating, softly spinning in space, my body pulled in unnatural and strange directions. I leaned my head back and couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed, and just as I decided I didn’t care, hundreds of stars burst to life around me.
I sat up on an awed exhalation. My rational mind told me I was at the center of a hollowed-out sphere, that the heaven engulfing me, embracing me as if I’d long been lost, was actually a metallic ceiling, and a bevy of mechanisms worked behind the scenes. But the sensation of being cradled in the pinpricked firmament was like a clap of thunder in my breast.
My God. Did I really identify this closely with the constellations? Because it felt like bloodline and lineage were rearing their heads, letting me know that for all my careful control, I was still very much at the mercy of the planets. I let my gaze wander, mentally crisscrossing lines to link the stunning little orbs into patterns of familiar constellations. It was a perfect diorama of the night sky. And yet, the stars…
“Are those…?” I leaned forward, squinting as I focused on the constellations winging overhead.
“Yes.” She sighed, like she was window shopping at Tiffany’s. “Minerals and some organics. No synthetics.”
“Gems?” There had to be millions of dollars worth splayed out above me.
“Jewelry befitting the sky,” Solange confirmed. “I’ve been collecting them for years.”
Unlike the others in my troop, I hadn’t been raised observing and adoring the natural night sky. Sure, I’d thought it cool and all, but pretty much the only thing I could pick out with any certainty was the Big Dipper, which I did now. “There are some missing,” I said, noting that the Little Dipper was shot through with pinpoints of light, but had no gems.
“Typical of someone with your coloring. Missing what is there and finding fault with what’s not.”
Surprised, I drew back at the venom in Solange’s voice. “No, I was just-”
“It doesn’t matter!” she snapped, eyes suddenly as fiery and fierce as the jewels above. “I’ll fill the entire sky soon enough, and then I’ll be the First.” She tilted her head sharply. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“What?” I didn’t know what she was talking about, and I was taken aback by her sudden anger. “No.”
Leaning back, she resettled silk over her knees. “Good.”
I tried to relax or at least look like I was relaxed. I didn’t trust her, especially after that little outburst, but I had a hard time pushing back the peace I felt amidst all this beauty. The cloud of pillows was soft at my back, and still spinning, the air a mere whisper against my skin. I wished I could undress just to feel more of it. My eyes began fluttering shut again.