During the scene where Cade and Val almost kiss at the willow, it starts to rain and he has to quickly disappear. That’s because Loren created the storm. He knew she was close by, and he couldn’t risk her finding him with Val.
This scene is informative, but isn’t really accurate anymore. It depicts Loren as being weaker than she is, more sentimental. And it depicts Cade as being softer toward Loren than he really is.
Loren burst through the trees soaked unfazed by the water, but dripping with fury.
“You were with her again, weren’t you?” she demanded.
Cade rolled his eyes. “Of course not. You and I both know that’s not allowed.”
“Then what were you doing out here so late at night?” She wasn’t buying it, but her reasoning sucked.
“Don’t start this again, Loren,” he threatened. “It’s bad enough that we fought all night, last night. I’m getting tired of it. Literally.”
She pushed him, but he didn’t budge. “You didn’t answer my question.”
He gestured to the dark, wooded scene around them. “What am I doing here?” he asked sarcastically. “Getting wet because of some jealous rampage you couldn’t seem to control.”
“Don’t you dare start with me, Cade Landston! In case you missed it, that little earthquake of yours made the news! You’re preaching to the choir about control.”
Growling, he tugged at his hair in frustration. “I know! Okay? I know. I’ve just…” He trailed off and shook his head. “I’ve never been jealous before. It’s an emotion I haven’t learned to fully control.”
She scoffed. “Jealous of a Modernist? Cade, Holden is nothing compared to you.” She moved closer and rested both hands on his chest. “You’d realize that if you took a second to remember that you’re not like him.”
The sting of that remark could be felt on multiple levels.
Holden was a Modernist, and because he repressed his Elemental nature, he was blessed with the ability to coalesce with humanity. With Valerie. Cade had never envied a Modernist so badly in his life.
“And you’re not like her,” he countered scornfully. “You’re jealous of a human, for god’s sake.”
“And I shouldn’t have to be,” she reminded him sharply. “Under no circumstances should I be made to feel this way. Go after Cecily if you want! Or Emilie! Or even that sophomore, Arianne! Just not her, Cade…”
She trailed off and a tear dropped from her eye, quickly getting lost with the rest of the water streaming down her face.
He sighed, all the anger swirling right down the drain, and he pulled her into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry, Loren.” He kissed the top of her head as the tears shook her body. “I’m so sorry it didn’t work out between us.”
“It could,” she protested.
He shook his head against her hair. “No, it couldn’t. I won’t lie to us like that.”
Cade held her until the rain stopped and her storm finally blew over. The full moon hung low in the night sky, and the crickets chirped sleepily. The earth smelled fresh, cool and rejuvenated on the gentle breeze.
Loren sighed and backed away from him. “Thank you.”
He smiled softly and grabbed her hand.
“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”