And I was Come.

James is Six. And Tet.

Sasha was… she never told me. Hmmm. Maybe she didn’t have a code then? Maybe it’s true and girls don’t have codes.

Come.

Come here. Come back. Come to me. Coming. There’s a lot of ways to give that word meaning. But just Come? I dunno. I don’t get it.

Come… it has to mean something.

A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I say and then shake my head. See? It’s got a lot of possibilities.

“Sorry,” Vincent says. “I’m just going down to the beach and wanted to see if you’d like to join me.”

“The beach. Ummm…” It’s very hard to say no to the beach. And I’ve been cooped up in this guest room all day. Vincent is a man of his word. He had someone fix me a room down the hall. My new clothes are even hanging in the closet. I did see the servants this time, but they were not friendly. In fact, I don’t think any of them speak English. “Sure.”

His face lights up at my decision. “Great. I’ll pack us some food so we can eat dinner down there. Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

I smile as he leaves. Come downstairs.

The word itself implies movement towards something. Or… perhaps back to something. I shake my head and get up to find a bathing suit in my closet, putting it out of my mind. From what I know, the codes don’t have meaning specifically. It’s only the form of the word that counts. Verb. You’re nobody. Noun, you’re a little more than nobody. Ranks, you’re somebody. And numbers mean you’re a cold-blooded killer.

James.

Nick.

And that makes me pause as I rummage through drawers looking for a one-piece so I don’t feel too exposed in front of Vincent. How is Nick any different than James?

He’s not. Except he’s my brother. My twin.

But… I look over at the door. Vincent is James’ twin. And clearly they are not on the same side. And I don’t think it’s really about who gets me. I’m not so full of myself to make this all about me.

I think they were born for different reasons.

Just like Nick and I.

I was born to be a bargaining chip. To make allies for the Company. Like a princess in Old World Europe. To cement relationships. Which is why I never completely bought the fact that James was my promise. It never made sense. But Vincent? That does make sense. He’s the kind of man my father would want me to marry. He’s rich, and refined, and he seems to live in the real world as opposed to the secret one James lives in.

I guess we have something in common after all.

I change into my one-piece suit and pull a tank top and shorts over it, then slip my feet into some sandals. When I make my way downstairs I find Vincent outside drinking a beer and reading a newspaper. “Ready?” he asks, folding his paper and setting it down.

“My code is Come. I need to know yours.”

He stares at me for a moment. We’re not supposed to talk about this stuff but I don’t care.

“Harper,” he says, shaking his head. “You know I can’t tell you that. And you should not have told me yours.”

“What’s it mean? Come? I know they’re not supposed to have much meaning. But I feel like it does. What’s it mean?” I ask this in a rhetorical way. Almost thinking out loud. So when Vincent opens his mouth, I’m a little taken aback.

“It’s the call to action that should’ve happened on your eighteenth birthday.”

“What?” I just stare at him like an idiot.

“Come. It’s a directive, right? Come see my daughter. Come see her contribute to the society. Come see me put my allegiance above my family. Come see my sacrifice.”

“You made that up.”

He shrugs as he stands. “Some of it. I don’t recall the exact words on the invitation.”

“What?” I have to put a hand to my heart.

Vincent crosses the few steps between us and takes my hand. “The party invitation last year. It was on the directive. I mean, I had no idea it was your code, so take this for what it’s worth. But I did receive an invitation that night. But I was told to wait until the next day. Good thing, huh?” He laughs. “I’d be dead right now if I had gone.”

And then my words flash back to me. When I told James if I had known he was my promise I’d have done it all differently. Not killed anyone.

I look up at Vincent and wonder… would I have been so desperate to leave if I had seen him that day? If I had known I’d be leaving that night with him, going back to his home, or yacht, or wherever? “I would not have gone through with it if I saw you there, Vincent.”

“No?” He smiles big and takes my hand. “That’s good to know.”

And then we walk in silence down the path that leads to the beach.

But I can’t help thinking about what James said. That my father used me to kill all those important people that day. That Nick gave me that Visine idea to kill them, and yet my father never drank the water.

James said Nick warned him.

And I thought that was absurd, since the Admiral was our enemy at the time. We were trying to get away from him.

Weren’t we?

I’m still thinking about this when we make it to the stairs that lead down to the beach.

I scan the horizon, but it’s obscured on both sides by the cliffs. It’s like we’re inside a little cove that shelters this beach and the marina from the strong current of the Pacific a quarter mile out. “Where’s your yacht?”

“Anchored just out of sight that way,” he replies, pointing south. “This marina is only for small boats.”

“Oh. Maybe we can take the tender out there and hang out?”

“Not today, darling. We’ll have to settle for a picnic on the beach, if that’s OK.”

Darling? I frown. We continue down the stairs until we finally reach the sand.

I take my sandals off immediately and strip off my clothes, the wild girl of my younger years taking over as I relish the sand between my toes. When I look up at Vincent, he’s smiling.

“I’ve heard the rumors.”

“What rumors?” I ask, dropping to the ground and stretching my legs out in the late day sun.

“About your wild nature on the beach.”

I chuckle at that characterization as Vincent takes off his shirt.