His words suffocate me. Because they’re the truth. And they change nothing.
“Did those reasons work for you, Aiden?”
He frowns in confusion.
“When you bartered your life for Marshall’s, did they work?”
His jaws clench. The tectonic plates shift instantly as his eyes darken to slate. “No, they didn’t.” His voice is guarded. Almost cold.
“Then why should they work for me?”
“Because Marshall didn’t break the law. He had a right to be back here.”
I gasp, taking another step back. “And Javier’s life somehow matters less because of that?”
“Not his life. Only his right to be here at your expense when you’ve played by the rules while he took shortcuts.”
“Shortcuts? He works harder than—” I say through my teeth.
“Stop!” His voice fires like a gunshot in the air. “I will not engage in a political debate with you. This is only about your future, your life. And I refuse to watch you go to prison for the mistakes of some Mexic—”
“Mexicans? That’s all they are to you?”
“What they are to me is irrelevant. All that matters is what they are to you. I know you love them but right now, they’re a threat.”
“They’re my family! They’re the people who saved the life of the woman you claim to love!”
I take a step forward to walk away but the change in his eyes locks my feet. A flash of fury strikes in the dark irises—over and over, like an electric current over the heart, failing to revive it. But the plates don’t shift. They’re still as though my words broke them.
“Claim to love?” His voice is low, guttural. His head jerks slightly to the side. “You want to know the full truth, Elisa? If I’d had you back here the day Marshall died, if I knew you were waiting for me to come home, I might not have bartered my life with his. I might have torn through those steel cables sooner. Just so I could see your face again. Even if I already remember every pore of your skin and every strand of your hair. Once I love, I love forever!” He stops talking but his voice reverberates in the library silence.
Once I love, I love forever.
I take a step toward him and reach to caress his scar but he turns his head away.
“Do you want to know the truth?” I say. My voice doesn’t echo; it’s a whisper of air as though it wants to float inside him. “I love you like that too. You’ve brought me to life. But even if there’d been no accident on that January night and we had met another way, I still would have moved here for you. We’re not that different, love.”
Something flits in his eyes—as though the electric charge finally obtained a heartbeat. “Then you can have me,” he says. His voice is no longer cold. It has a soft note, almost like defeat. “Turn him in and you can have me.”
I play his words in my head—once, twice—but they make no sense. “What?”
“Turn him in and I’m yours. Forever. However you want me. But not this way. Not with prison visits and phone calls while I sit there helpless watching you lose everything for someone who may end up being deported anyway. If I brought you to life, I want you to live it.” He takes a shuddering breath and swallows. “Please, Elisa.” His words are a hoarse whisper. As if this is all he has left to bargain—all he can give.
Tears blur my eyes at the searing agony in his eyes because I know I can’t ease it. Because I am causing it. I look down at his Oxfords. “I can’t,” I whisper. “I love you. I love you more than my own life. But I love the Solises too. I can’t betray them any more than I could have crashed into my parents’ Beetle. Or any more than I can leave you. I can’t choose between you.”
Sobs start and torrential tears gush to my chin. I’m the one who should be under marble and roses. I’m a plague to everyone who’s ever loved me.
“Oh, but you are choosing, Elisa. You’re choosing to sacrifice yourself, to take yourself away from me.”
“No! Never! I—I—I’ll stay here illegally. I’ll give up s-s-science. My d-d-dad. All of it—” I pause to breathe over the sobs as a cold shiver chills my neck. Like a breath from the grave. I know it’s my imagination. But it doesn’t make it less real.
“I’ll just w-w-work with Maria at the hotel. I’m a good cleaning lady. It’s worth it if I can still have all of you… If you’ll s-s-still have me then…” I can’t speak anymore from the sobs. Behind the blurry tears, Bob’s scene transforms. I’m still in a hospital, but I’m mopping the floor. Through a cracked door, I see Aiden with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, all-American girl who didn’t come with my baggage. Who made him happy. Who gave him a sapphire-eyed boy.
“Oh, fuck!” His torn voice barely seeps through the roaring sobs in my ears. Through the curtain of tears, I see his Oxfords turn. He’s walking away. Away from me.
“Please, don’t go!” I gasp, and grip his arm from behind.
For a split second, time freezes and I realize what I’ve triggered. But it’s too late. He moves blindingly fast.
He spins around and his elbow slams like a cannonball in my chest. I fly across the library—something heavy wrenching my left side, the room a blur, a ripping, tearing sound—and hit the bookshelves against the wall. Sharp pain cuts across my back and a gut-wrenching agony radiates from my left arm. Books crash around me, their thuds drowned by a piercing scream. My own. Through the pages and blinding pain, I see Aiden’s hand gripping my arm. From his crushing hold, I’m dangling above the floor.
His eyes are locked somewhere behind me, wild and distant. He jerks his head side to side like a horse against a tether. His breathing is fast and shallow. His face twists in anguish and his neck and shoulders strain against an invisible bridle bit. A feral roar rips through his teeth.
“Aiden!” I scream, but my voice shatters from his strength. “Aiden! Please! Come back to me…you’re here, you’re home,” I plead, but he is beyond reach. The pain in my arm becomes bewildering, and I start thrashing to get out of his grip.
Benson bolts into the library, Cora on his heels.
“Benson!” I cry out. “Please, help him! I can’t…I can’t get him to answer!”
“Elisa, don’t move! Stay very still! Close your eyes!” Benson orders urgently. “Come on, kid. Close your eyes for me.”
I can’t close them. Aiden’s anguish is so primal that it’s piercing me deeper than his grip.
“Elisa—Isa, close your eyes,” Benson repeats more loudly while stalking Aiden from behind. In that moment I know what Benson will do. The only way he can release me is if he wraps his arms around Aiden to pull him off. That will trigger another flashback and Benson doesn’t want me to see it.
“Isa, please!” Cora urges as she reaches me.
I look at Aiden.
“I love you,” I say and shut my eyes.
“Cora, on three,” Benson shouts. “One. Two. Three.”
I know Benson has wrapped his arms around Aiden because a guttural groan rips through someone’s chest. Roars explode and something clamors with an ear-splitting sound to the ground. Aiden’s grip loosens and I drop. I fling my eyes open.
Aiden and Benson are locked in a brutal battle, too fast for me to follow. The sounds ripping through them are primal. Two lions in close combat. The reason for Benson’s daunting size is obvious. Aiden in battle is formidable. He moves with lethal grace, as if his mind rehearses the blows before delivering them. His eyes are away. A veritable Achilles with his memory as the heel.
“Get her out of here,” Benson heaves. Only now do I notice I’m in Cora’s arms. Suddenly, it occurs to me what Benson is doing. He’s buying time for me to get out.
“No!” I thrash. “No, don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt him. Please, Benson! Help him. Help him. It’s my fault.” I scream myself hoarse but Cora drags me over the books, chanting words I can’t hear, until we’re outside the library.