BRIGHTON
It wasn’t a dream.
I sit up in bed and the thin white scar above my bicep proves every nightmarish thing I went through in the middle of the night to get my powers. I don’t know what was the final push to access them—the Cloaked Phantom? Near death? Sex with someone I wanted to live for? Time?—but I’m not questioning this victory. I take a selfie on my phone to document this historic morning. I don’t upload it yet. Timing is really important when it comes to social media, and my mind is already spinning with possibilities on the Brighton of New York feature that will show the world my humble beginnings on my journey to becoming the strongest specter ever.
Prudencia must’ve woken up already, so I get dressed to find her.
The glorious smell of breakfast doesn’t make me nauseous today, and Wesley is in the kitchen spreading peanut butter and jelly on some bagels beside a steaming plate of hash browns, a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, and bowls of sliced cantaloupe and kiwis.
“Morning, Super Specter,” Wesley says before turning his attention to the empty baby bottle that’s boiling in the pot. “Good sleep?”
“Does it count as sleep if I passed out because my body overheated from phoenix fire?”
“Whatever it was, you did more of it than the rest of us,” Wesley says. “Esther wouldn’t stop crying. I had to take her for a run.”
“Perfect segue. Judging by Dione’s powers I know swift-speed works differently for specters and celestials, but you mind giving me some pointers later? I need to get all my abilities in shape.”
Wesley finishes making a plate of food and grabs one of the sterilized bottles. “I’m only saying yes so you can take Esther on a nighttime run the next time you wake her up. Emil’s down at the beach if you want to bring him some breakfast. You should definitely eat everything you can. You’ll need the energy for all the running around.”
He goes back toward his room and someone shifts on the couch. Prudencia is asleep in her Every Body Is Super shirt with her hair hanging off the cushion. Why didn’t she stay in bed with me? Did she stay up talking about me with Emil? I won’t bother her now, but it’s one of many questions I got to ask her. She never explained what brought her to my room last night. I thought we might talk about it after having sex, but she put some clothes back on, wrapped my arm around her, and went to sleep.
I prepare breakfast plates and carry them down to the beach on a tray. Any other day I would’ve complained about how hot the sun is but this is nothing compared to being encased in phoenix fire hours ago. Emil is standing in the water, the waves crashing against his already-tight jeans, which are going to be impossible to take off when drenched. I call his name three times before he finally hears me over the wind.
He’s dripping as he walks over. “How are you feeling?”
I set down the tray and hand him his plate with the bagel and extra fruit.
“I feel ready to put this new lease on life to good use. The sooner I can figure out these powers, the sooner we can make a move against the Blood Casters.” I believe in the stars now more than ever and I pray to every last one that Ma hasn’t been killed because of me. Especially not after how horrible I was to her on our last phone call. “Maybe we can save our mother.”
Emil stops reaching for his breakfast as if he’s lost his appetite thinking about Ma’s fate. Not having an answer is unsettling, and I keep assuming the worst but I can’t operate that way until we know for sure. I’m not giving in to the grief because it’ll make me weak and powerless like when Dad died. Not when I stand to be stronger and more powerful than ever—than anyone.
“I want to save her too, but we can’t rush into this. My powers aren’t working and you’re new to yours. If something has happened to Ma, then—”
“Then we make sure they don’t get away with it,” I interrupt.
Emil lets out a deep sigh. “By locking them up in the Bounds, right? You need my help with the phoenix powers, but I’m not doing that if you’re trying to become some assassin.”
There’s so much wrong with that, but I bite my tongue. Emil seems to be forgetting that learning new skills and absorbing information has always been easier for me. I was also working the camera during all his training lessons with Atlas on how to pull the fire out of him. I can do this myself if I have to, but I don’t want to.
“The dream has always been to save the world with you—the Reys of Light! The Blood Casters won’t stand a chance against us. We’ll be . . . What was it I called you when I was trying to figure out your hero name? Uh . . . Unkillable Kings! Though we should rework that to Infinity Kings for branding. You’re the Infinity Son and I’ll be . . .” Given the nature of the potion and my deathly powers there’s one name that feels right—Infinity Reaper. But between not having the ghost powers and Emil not wanting me to kill, I abandon the name. “I’m the Infinity Savior.”
We fist-bump and whistle, but it’s so halfhearted on his end that it’s getting harder to keep a lid on my frustration.
“I know my extra shot at life isn’t as flashy as you being reborn in phoenix fire, but I’m alive and I thought my brother would be excited about that.”
“Chill out, Bright, you know I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m hyped about the direction you’re moving in. I’m not getting caught up in our branding when it’s more important to figure out the binding potions.” He’s studying my face like he’s taking me in for the first time ever. “If we can miraculously brew the potion, I’m scared you won’t drink one with me. I’m scared of who you’ll become.”
He’s not technically my twin anymore, but we grew up close like we were. I can talk to him about anything and sometimes it feels like I have but nothing hits harder than words we’ve never exchanged: I scare him.
“I’m not going to lie, bro, there’s no part of me that’s eager to get rid of these powers. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, but that doesn’t mean I’ll actually understand the downsides of gleamcrafting until I’m deep in it. This isn’t going to work, though, if you treat me like some power addict from the jump.”
“You literally risked your life for the most dangerous combination of powers,” Emil counters.
“To not die and help fight back against the real dangers in this city. I know it’s not a choice you would’ve made, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to earn your trust. We’re a team. Can we hug this out already?”
I stand and help him up. This hug reminds me of this past June, when Emil was missing Dad during Pride month. Last year our parents offered to accompany us to the parade, but Emil wanted to have fewer eyes on him as he entered that space for the first time, so only Prudencia and I went with him. He’d told Dad and Ma they could join next time and Emil regretted that so hard this past Pride when Dad wasn’t around. I gave him the hug that Dad would’ve given him, which always felt like its own superpower.
I hope Emil feels easier around me. I’ve been messy with him, even before we got involved with the Spell Walkers, and it’s going to take more than a chat on the beach to fix a brotherhood that I was ready to move across the country to get away from, but I’m sure we’ll be stronger than ever before. Literally.
I pat him on the back. “We good?”
“We will be,” Emil says. He nods toward the cottage, to where Prudencia is making her way down to us. “Are you two good?”
“I hope so. Did she mention anything to you last night?”
“I mean, I put one and one together, but we didn’t talk about any of that.”
It wouldn’t bother me personally if Prudencia did get into that with Emil. What matters is knowing where we stand.
“Morning,” Prudencia says as she joins us.
I want to lean in for a kiss, but that doesn’t feel right.
I’m getting worked up over the confusing energy in this triangle of ours. Everything has changed and everything is changing. I’m a specter. Prudencia and I kissed and had sex after years of nothing. Emil might be feeling like a third wheel in the same way Prudencia has understandably felt the same and that I have too. Then there’s figuring out what we are to each other now that I’m alive to answer that unspoken question.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask.
“On and off,” Prudencia says. She glances at Emil, who takes the hint.
“I’m going to start some research on your powers,” Emil says.
“Let’s kick off training this afternoon,” I say.
We fist-bump and whistle and our connection isn’t quite there but it’s better than before. I’ll take that progress.
“You two must’ve had a great chat,” Prudencia says. “I don’t know if I’m more surprised by the hug or Emil helping you train.”
“We’re working through our trust and I want to do the same with you, Pru. I got to cut right to it. Do you actually care about me romantically? Or did last night only happen because I was dying?”
The wind blows back her hair as she looks down at the sand. “I wanted to be with you because I wanted to be with you. I let down my guard because you showed me a side of you that finally made me feel safe but I don’t know if I’m going to matter as much anymore now that you’re a specter.”
“Pru, I’m not choosing my powers over you. We can fight to have it all like Iris and Eva, Maribelle and Atlas, Wesley and Ruth.”
“I don’t want to be some power couple, Brighton,” Prudencia says with an edge in her voice. “I want to be a person in the world who isn’t hated for who I am.”
“I want to help create that world for you!” I go back to what Emil said and I can see the same concerns building on her face. “Don’t fear me. Trust me.”
I hold her hand and I’m so relieved when she squeezes mine. I get my lips ready when she leans in, but she kisses me on the cheek.
“You’re on probation, Brighton Miguel Rey. I will telekinetically throw you across the world if you break your promises.”
“No need, Prudencia Yolanda Mendez.” I stare into her brown eyes and she starts walking back to the cottage with a big enough grin. “Hey, Pru! Want to help me become the most powerful specter in the entire universe and the most followed person on Instagram?”
Prudencia’s hand drops to her side and her fingers wiggle and a bucket’s worth of sand sweeps into me. She’s already running away and laughing and I chase after her, eager to learn how to run at swift-speed so we can have more ordinary moments made extraordinary because of who we are.
I’m finally on the path to having everything I’ve ever wanted.