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I smirked at Imogen’s defense of Dianna. Both she and Neverra seemed to really like her. They got along well at the beach the other day and had stayed with her the following night. I thought she was cool. I think Vincent was the only one who still seemed to dislike her.
Logan chewed the inside of his lip before he sighed. “I know Athos was yours and Cameron’s goddess. The Goddess of Wisdom and War, although Cameron missed out on the wisdom part.”
“Hey!”
Logan ignored me as he went on. “I know you have thought this through thoroughly, Imogen. So for you to be stumped kind of worries me.”
Imogen closed her book and leaned on the table. “Think of it. A thousand years of them—just what? Blending in? Mingling? And we heard nothing of them? It’s impossible, even if they were retreating to Yejedin to hide. I think we are missing something, some piece we haven’t found. It’s like they’ve been waiting for something.”
“Wait.” Logan shot from his seat and started to pace. “The other night, I was talking to Samkiel. He mentioned rituals in one of the texts he was reading.”
“Rituals?” Imogen asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Yes, usually they require a sacrifice or a major celestial event. Nev said she heard Kaden and Tobias discussing something that started with an E? What if that’s all related?”
“Okay, so a ritual. There are no major celestial events happening for at least another hundred years,” Imogen said, her brow furrowed as she thought, tapping her pen against her chin.
Logan sighed, flopping back into his seat. “Well, fuck.”
Neverra leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and lifted her hand to brush his lips over her fingers.
Vincent yawned. “Don’t think so hard, honestly. It will be over soon enough. Dianna killed Alistair. If Alistair was even one of them. Tobias is dead, so it’s only Kaden left now. I don’t think it’s going to matter much longer.”
Imogen shrugged, placing a hand under her chin and blowing out a breath that made a strand of her hair move. “I guess so.”
“You all concern yourselves with the wrong issues.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Roccurem materialized next to the window. Unlike most living creatures, he had no aura about him. It made him hard to detect. The swirling mass of shimmering mist he came from probably factored in as well.
“I swear, I am going to buy you a fucking bell to wear.”
“Roccurem. Good evening,” Imogen said.
“Hello, my lady.”
“He’s always so proper,” Imogen said, shooting me a mock glare. “You could learn something here, Cameron.”
“Thanks, no thanks.”
Logan made a deep sound in his throat and shook his head at us before turning back to the fate. “What do you mean we’re concerned with the wrong issues?”
“The information that matters will not be found in texts any longer. None which you all possess.”
We all collectively slammed our books closed, everyone releasing a sigh of relief.
“So I got these for nothing,” I said. “Great.”
Roccurem turned from the window, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Well, if that’s the case, what do we need?” Logan asked.
“The path you are on is where you must stay for what’s to come.”
More of his riddles. Fates were tricky bitches, and Roccurem seemed no different. I leaned back in my chair and clapped my hands together. “You know what I heard? I heard we don’t need to be here at the moment. I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
“Cameron.” Imogen shook her head, but she was smiling. “Samkiel said—”
