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I could believe it—if not for his still, unmoving chest.
“Please,” I whispered. “Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos. I know you’re out there. You didn’t scatter like the rest. You can hear me. You know what’s happened, and you know it wasn’t right. Their threads weren’t supposed to end today.
“Not like this,” I cried, clutching Alexander tight. “Please, help me. Open the bridge.” My eyes squeezed shut. “Let me put it right.”
I sensed more than knew when I opened my eyes... that I was in the land beyond reality.
Threads surrounded me up, down, and around—each identical and unknowable.
My hands moved on their own powers. Reaching for the thread above my head, I pulled.
Chapter Twelve
“You don’t have the right to be mad,” Alex returned. “You shouldn’t have been snooping in my room.”
I blinked, spinning around. I did it? I went back?
“It’s a good thing I was snooping, or I wouldn’t have found all the little notes this whore sent you.” Sirena—whole and well—screamed in my Alex’s face. “Who is she!”
“Uh-oh.” Sebastian appeared at my side, making me jump. “I better stay close in case you need my protection, partner.”
Spinning on him, me face-to-face with Daciana, Ionna, Nitsa, and smiling, happy Theron. Not a scratch on them as they closed in to watch the show.
“Guys!” I shot past Sebastian, throwing myself in Theron’s arms.
“Whoa.” He laughed. “What brought this on?”
“You guys look great.” I went down the line, hugging the stuffing out of each of my bemused friends. “You’re wonderful. You’re perfect.”
Chuckling, Tycho wiggled away from my kisses. “Hey now. I hate to turn down kisses from a beautiful woman, but need I remind you, I only have eyes for Calix.”
I grasped his cheeks, shooting his brows up. “You don’t need to remind me, but I need to tell you, Calix is damn fucking lucky to have a person who loves him as much as you do. That kind of love...” I drifted to Alex. “It’s everything.
“You deserve no less than someone who gives that back to you. Even if it’s not Calix Lambros.”
“Um, thanks? I think.”
“What’s going on over there, partner?” Sebastian called. “You’re missing the show.”
I was off Tycho and in Sebastian’s face before his smirk stretched his lips. “If we’re partners, you need to listen, not ask questions, and do exactly what I say. Last night, someone bought hundreds of hellstones and gallons of Lethe water, and handed it out to every pissed-off Sisyphean with a grudge.”
His grin wiped away. “Hundreds? Are you messing with me? That many hellstones will—”
“Cause a riot,” I rushed. “I know. That’s exactly what they want. For the Hell Boys to be responsible for another Sisyphean/Titan battle, so you’ll be expelled and executed.”
“Who? How do you know—?”
“I told you to listen and not ask questions.” I clapped his shoulders, shaking him. “You guys have hidden powers, and don’t deny it. Can Castor get all the hellstones back in the next two minutes? Can he, like, zap them back where they belong?”
“Zap them back? What the fuck are you talking about, woman? Of course he can’t. And that’s not me bullshitting you,” he said to my glare. “He doesn’t have the power to recall them from their new owners—secret power or otherwise. Hellstones want to be used. They want to inflict pain on their new, unsuspecting victims. They won’t return until they have.”
Chill pimpled my skin at the way he spoke of them. Like they were alive.
“You’re telling me you don’t have anything going on with anyone here, even though that stupid Sisyphean said you’re in love with someone?” I heard Sirena say.
We were running out of time.
“Fine, if we can’t stop this fight before it happens, we need to cut it short,” I said. “You and the Hell Boys won’t be able to, so we need someone who can. One of the instructors. Anyone.”
