“I don't want to go back to Omaha,” Genevieve said, leaning her head on Sparrow's shoulder as they sat waiting in the transport station. “I just want to stay here.”
“I want to stay here too,” Sparrow said, wrapping an arm around Genevieve's shoulders. “But we kind of need to go see our families.”
“It's different for you. You've got an elemental family to go back to. I've got a sapien one.”
“Something tells me that you'll be a little more elemental now,” Sparrow said softly. “Your little sister sure was interested in it.”
“She always has been. Questions Mama about it constantly.”
Sparrow laughed. “And you'll have your trip to Aceltaine to visit Eamon to look forward to.”
“That I'm really looking forward to,” Genevieve said, smiling as Sparrow squeezed her shoulders. “He said he wants to get to know me as well as he should, and I want to get to know him the way you're supposed to know your father.”
“See? There are going to be good things that happen when we leave Nevaline,” Sparrow said, leaning his head against Genevieve's. “And we've still got to convince your mother to let you come visit us in Berkeley.”
“I have a feeling I'll end up in Berkeley at some point,” Genevieve said, turning to press a soft kiss to Sparrow's shoulder. “I can't be away from you for that long.”
“I don't want to be away from you either,” Sparrow murmured, watching as people passed them by. “I wish we were on the same plane again.”
“Professor Miller engineered that so we would all meet and become friends and work out all the conspiracy together,” Genevieve said. “I think he thought it was his best shot of taking down Callan Murphy.”
“Seriously?” Sparrow smiled when Genevieve nodded. “Smart man. But I think Mom likes it a lot more that we're flying straight back to Los Angeles this time. I know Raven does. Means she gets to spend a little more time with Benjamin.”
“Madelaine and Marilène are on the same connection to Chicago, so that made Madelaine happy. You know how she's been about being alone ever since Aceltaine.”
“Good. I know Juan was worried about that.”
Now departing. Nevaline flight nine thirty-two to Los Angeles at Gate twenty-two A.
“That's me,” Sparrow said, and they both sat up straight.
Genevieve watched as Sparrow gathered together his stuff and couldn't help but to think of the boy with silver streaks in his hair that had been so nice to her on that very first day. She couldn't believe the person she had gotten to know was still him, excited by surfing and by the mere fact that his father had once known Callan Murphy. And she couldn't believe that she was lucky enough to call him hers.
“Getting in your last good look at me, hm?”
Genevieve shook herself from her thoughts. “Excuse me?”
“You're staring at me.”
Genevieve blushed slightly. “Was not.”
“Were too,” Sparrow said, pulling her into his arms. “I've got to go. I'll call you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” Genevieve said, leaning forward for a kiss. “I'll talk to you tonight.”
Sparrow leaned in and kissed her softly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “Genevieve Mason, the prettiest girl in school. How did I ever get so lucky?”
“Because you were open and honest with me,” Genevieve said, smiling at him. “And I am not the prettiest girl in school.”
Sparrow kissed her again quickly and started to walk away. “Yeah, you really are. Talk to you later, Gen.”
Now boarding. Nevaline train five seventy-six to Omaha at Gate forty-five C.
Genevieve glanced at her watch before quickly picking up her stuff and taking off running towards gate forty-five C. It was going to be a long ride back to Omaha, but it would just give her time to write down everything that had happened over the past school year into her journals. And there was a lot to write down.
She was looking forward to reliving it.