Текст книги "The Fallen Star"
Автор книги: Jessica Sorensen
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For most of the drive back to the cabin, Alex and I stayed quiet. I was beginning to think this was how things would always be between us. Either we were biting each other’s heads off, or ignoring one another. I wasn’t sure which one I preferred. Neither really. I wished things could just be normal.
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Finally, after what seemed like forever, Alex spoke.
“Can you please explain to me why you thought it was okay to talk to a complete stranger like that?” he asked, his voice sharp with anger.
“Excuse me,” I said incredulously. “It wasn’t my fault. I was just standing there, minding my own business, when he came up and started talking to me.”
“It was your fault.” He paused as he turned the Jeep around a sharp, slippery corner. “You should have just walked away.” I forced my anger down the best I could.
“I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t stop talking.”
“I don’t care if he wouldn’t stop talking.
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“Yeah, I understand that,” I grinded through my teeth. “But like I said, I tried to walk off, but he—”
He cut me off. “There are no buts. You should have left.”
He was being so irrational and difficult that, I swear, I could have slapped him. I clenched my hands into fist, telling myself to stay calm.
“And I thought I told you to put on some sunglasses.” He was practically yelling at me now.
“What the heck is your problem?” I snapped angrily.
“What the heck is your problem?” He bit back.
I glared at him. It was one thing for him to lecture me over something that was my fault. It was another thing for him to sit here and chew me out over a situation I’d had no control over. “Well, if you wouldn’t have been so busy flirting it up with that stupid 566/695
cashier girl, then maybe you would have notice a little bit earlier what was going on.” Yeah, I regretted that one right after I said it.
I sounded like a jealous girlfriend. But there was nothing I could do about it now, was there?
He gave me a funny look. “I wasn’t flirting with her. I was being polite. When a person talks to you, it’s rude not to talk back.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter to me whether you were flirting with her or not.” I folded my arms and turned my head toward the window. “I was just pointing out that if you’d been paying more attention, then you would have noticed a lot sooner that the guy had cornered me.”
“So it doesn’t matter to you at all whether I was flirting with that girl or not?”
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need to know that. “You can flirt with whomever you want.”
“Yeah…I’m buying it. You don’t sound very convincing. In fact, you can’t even look at me when you say it.”
I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
Then pulled myself together and look over at him. “I don’t care whether you were flirting with her or not.”
He locked eyes with me. “You don’t?”
“I don’t,” I said, unable to break my gaze away from his.
He raised his eyebrows. “Whatever you say.”
“I don’t.” My voice sounded strangely high. “I really don’t.”
He suppressed a smile as he pulled the Jeep into the driveway. His cocky attitude was really starting to get under my skin. He was so sure of himself; so convinced I had some big crush on him. Which I didn’t. I swear.
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Oh, whatever.
As soon as he parked the Jeep inside the garage, I jumped out, preparing to storm inside but ended up slipping on a patch of ice. I had to grab onto the door handle to catch myself from falling on my butt. Regaining my balance, I slowly made my way into the house, not bothering to help Alex carrying in the groceries. I was too irked to care.
The moment I stepped into the living room, I knew something was off. The air felt heavy, putting my senses on high alert. I glanced around the room. Everything looked fine. The sliding back door was closed. The lights were off. I shook my head. Strange.
This whole Death-Walker-trying-to-kill-me thing was making me paranoid.
I flipped the light on and started for the room where my bag of clothes was. I figured I’d go back there and take a nap. Some sleep might help me relax.
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As I passed the kitchen, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up.
“Hello Gemma,” said a soft and melodious voice.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. Nicholas—the creepy guy from the grocery store.
Before I could even attempt to run away, an arm caught me by the waist and jerked me backward. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand came down over it, silencing me.
“Shhh.” Nicholas purred in my ear. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yeah, he couldn’t have sounded less convincing if he’d tried.
Chapter 27
So maybe Alex was right. I shouldn’t have been talking to anyone in the grocery store. I still stood by what I said, though—it wasn’t my fault. He’d come up and talked to me. But it was too late to do anything about it now.
Nicholas had me trapped and was holding me against him like a hostage.
I didn’t think he had a weapon on him or anything. Well, aside from his strength, which felt inhumanly strong. And the speed he’d been able to get up to the cabin at seemed way too quick for any human to pull off. Even if he’d driven, I still don’t think he’d have been able to beat Alex and me up here. And besides, I hadn’t noticed a car parked anywhere, so I was guessing that he might have another way of traveling, like say, 571/695
hmm...transporting. That was just me going out on a limb, though. I couldn’t be sure since I had only the vaguest clue about other means of transportation besides by vehicle.
Nicholas’s skin felt warm against mine, but not in the same sense as Alex’s felt—all buzzing with electricity. Nicholas’s was more a damp, earthly kind of warm. He also had this strange smell to him, like lilacs mixed with forest and the freshly fallen rain. The smell was intoxicating, and I had to wonder if he’d recently stepped out of a rainforest.
Breathing heavily against the palm of Nicholas’s hand, I heard the treading of Alex’s footsteps heading up the cement steps of the garage. There was a soft thump, and he stepped into the living room, his hands full of grocery bags. He took one look at us and the blood drained from his face. The bags slid to the floor, and a tub of mayo rolled out of one of them. For a second, we all just stared at it.
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Alex folded his arms across his chest.
“Okay, so who are you?”
Nicolas moved his hand away from my mouth and pressed me so tightly to his chest that I could feel his heart beating through my back, slow and rhythmically like the beat of a drum. He didn’t answer Alex, and I found the quietness very unsettling.
Alex stared Nicholas down, and I felt Nicholas let out a soft laugh, his grip on me loosening a little. Seizing the opportunity, I jabbed my elbow into his stomach. His muscles tensed, but he didn’t let go of me.
“I’m hurt that you don’t remember me, Alex.” Nicholas’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Whoa. Hold up. Alex knew him?
Alex processed what Nicholas had said, recognition slowly showing in his expression.
“Nicholas Harper.”
“Aw, so you do remember me,” Nicholas said with a hint of amusement. “I’m so touched.”
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Alex shook his head, looking irritated.
“What do you want?”
“Hmm…What do I want,” Nicholas mused, stroking his fingers through my hair.
“She sure turned out to be a pretty little thing, didn’t she?”
Okay. That was it. I’d had enough. If Alex wasn’t going to do anything to get this guy off of me, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. I gradually lifted up my leg and then kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, while at the same time slamming the back of my head into his face.
“Son of a—” he cursed and let go of me.
Alex looked stunned as I sprinted over to him. He jumped in front of me, acting as a barrier between Nicholas and me.
“Jesus that hurt.” Nicholas groaned, rubbing his nose. He took a deep breath and shook his shoulders out like he was shaking my attack off. His lips curved into a grin.
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Alex glanced over his shoulder at me, a trace of a smile teasing at his lips. “Perhaps.” He quickly shook his head, and his face fell into a dead serious expression as he turned back to Nicholas. “Did you come here because you want something? Or was it just so you could be annoying?”
Nicholas rolled his eyes. “It’s amazing how over the course of ten years you haven’t changed a bit.”
Alex sighed, losing patience. “Just tell me what you want.”
Nicholas held up his hands. “Fine. My word. You have no sense of humor.”
“When it comes to you, I don’t,” Alex said flatly.
That wiped the smile right of off Nicholas’s face. “What I’ve come for is her,” he pointed at me, “on behalf of the Foreseers.”
“What!” I cried out.
“Don’t say a word,” Alex hissed at me.
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Don’t say a word. Was he kidding? How on earth was I supposed to not say anything when a thousand questions were bursting inside me? Still, I bit down on my tongue and kept quiet.
“And why do the Foreseers want her?” Alex asked calmly.
Nicholas crossed his arms, the sleeve of his shirt slipping up, displaying the circle with an S on his wrist. “So she can be trained to be a Foreseer.”
My jaw dropped. “Trained to be a Foreseer.”
Alex took my hand and gave it a squeeze, a warning to be quiet. “And why does she need to be trained to be a Foreseer?” Nicholas stared bewilderedly at him.
“Um, because she is one.”
“No, she’s not,” Alex said.
Nicholas shook his head, looking frustrated. “Did she or did she not use a crystal ball to see a vision?”
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Well…Crap. How did he know about that?
Alex hesitated. “Listen, there’s been a misunderstanding. Gemma she’s…well, she’s different.”
I shook my head. Different. There was that word again.
“Look, I don’t care what she is. The law says if a person can see a vision, then they belong to the Foreseers. She saw a vision, therefore she belongs to us.” He put a little too much emphasis on the word “ us,” if you asked me. “But you’re a Keeper so you should already know that.”
“I know what the law says,” Alex snapped. “But like I said, she’s—”
“Different,” Nicholas finished, making air quotes. “Doesn’t matter. She has to go back with me. She can try and plead her case when she gets there if she wants to.” His gaze bore into me, making my skin crawl.
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I shrank back behind Alex. The room grew so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Or even a grandfather clock ticking, since I could.
Finally, Alex threw his hands in the air.
“Fine, she’ll go.”
“What!” I exclaimed in outrage. “Are you kidding? You can’t let him take me.”
“She’s definitely a wild thing,” Nicholas commented with a smirk.
Alex shot me a look, cautioning me to keep my mouth shut.
“You can’t let him take me,” I hissed.
Be quiet, he mouthed and turned back to Nicholas. “But just so you know, I’m going with her.”
“You can’t,” Nicholas said. “It’s not allowed.”
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Nicholas glowered at Alex, his golden eyes smoldering like ambers. “Nothing has changed with you. You still just do whatever you want.”
“Yep,” Alex replied. “I sure do.” And really, he did. But that was fine by me in this case, because there was no way I wanted to go off alone with this Nicholas guy. He was creepy. And I especially didn’t want to go off alone to some city filled with people who could see the future.
“Let’s go, then.” Nicholas said and he headed over toward the coffee table.
I looked at Alex. “You really want me to go?”
He nodded. “You don’t have a choice.
There are certain laws that we all have to abide to, and one of them states that when someone possesses the Foreseer ability, they have to get trained by the Foreseers.”
“But I don’t want to,” I complained.
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Alex leaned in close to me. “I’ll get you out of this, I promise. But we have to go.” Of course he’d get me out of this, but not out of the kindness of his heart or anything.
It was because I had the stars power inside me.
Grudgingly, I followed Alex over to where Nicholas stood.
Nicholas retrieved a miniature size crystal ball from his pocket and balanced it on top of the table. “Ladies first.” My stomach twisted into a billion knots.
“What exactly am I supposed to do?” Nicholas nodded at the crystal ball. “Put your hand on it.”
I glanced at Alex and he gave me a nod, giving me the go ahead. I swallowed hard and reached out for the crystal ball, hesitating briefly before letting my fingers brush the glass .
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There was a bright burst of light. And then I was spiraling down a dark tunnel once again.
Chapter 28
I tried very hard not to fall smack dab on my face when I landed, but we all know how great I am at avoiding falling. So yeah, basically, I ate it. I did, however, manage to keep my head from hitting the ground, which I was grateful for since it was made of crystal.
Hence the name City of Crystal.
Pushing myself up from the ground, my wrist let out a loud pop. I winced as the pain spread up my arm. I cradled my injured wrist against me and glanced around. I was standing in a cave. At least that’s what it looked like. A very unique cave, anyway. The high arched ceiling was dusted with what looked like glittery charcoal, and dark red crystals hung down from it. Rubies ran in a wavy pattern across the snow-white crystal 582/695
walls. Through the translucent crystal floor, a river as dark as the midnight sky elegantly flowed; flakes of gold speckling in it like stars. I had to admit, the place was absolutely beautiful. Unrealistically beautiful, though. I mean, how many times have you found yourself stumbling around in a cave made of glass and crystal?
Probably never. That is, unless you are a Foreseer.
I heard a faint swoosh, and then Alex dropped down from above, landing gracefully beside me.
Startled, I jumped back, pressing my hand to my heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” I said breathlessly.
Alex put a finger up to his lips. “Shhh.” Huh?“Why?”
Before he could answer me, I heard another swoosh, and Nicholas dropped down next to me.
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“Well, that was fun,” Nicholas remarked with a grin. “Wouldn’t you all agree?”
“Oh yeah, super fun,” I muttered.
Alex shook his head. “Can we just get this over with? The quicker we get out of here, the better.”
“What’s the rush?” Nicholas slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and rocked back on his heels. “No matter how long you’re down here, they’re never going to let Gemma leave until she’s trained.” He winked at me. Yes, actually freaking winked.
“Which gives you and me plenty of time to get to know each other.”
“Yeah, no thanks,” I told him. “I’d rather just go back with Alex.”
Nicholas expression slipped into scowl, and Alex, I could tell, was working hard to suppress a grin.
“Let’s go,” Nicholas said in a clipped tone as he waved at us to follow him down a glass path.
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We made our way over a bridge paved with broken pieces of porcelain. And just on the other side of the bridge towered two massive pillars. They peaked up, forming an entryway to a set of silver doors that stretched to the ceiling. The handles of each door were twisted in the shape of a circle that wrapped an S; the same exact shape as the tattoo on Nicholas’s wrist.
“Wait here,” Nicholas told us and pushed through the tall, silver doors.
I leaned over in an attempt to catch of glimpse of what was on the other side of the door, but it I snapped shut too quickly, like it had been yanked by some kind of magnetic force.
Alex turned to me, his words rushing out in a jumble. “Okay, here’s the deal. When we get in there, let me do most of the talking.
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“That’s what I don’t get.” My wrist was throbbing so I cuddled it closer against me.
“How are you supposed to get them to let me go when you keep talking about these laws that won’t allow them to?” He considered this. “Well, the Keepers have a little bit of power over the Foreseers, so I’m hoping that will help.” I gaped at him. “You’re hoping that will help. But you promised you’d get me out of here.”
“I will,” he assured me. “I’m just hoping that it will be easier with Keepers having some power over the Foreseers. But if that fails, we’ll just go another route.” I eyed him suspiciously. “What kind of route?”
“Trust me, you’d rather not know.”
“I always want to know.”
“This time you don’t.”
Silence.
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“So do they know what I am?” I asked in a small voice.
“No,” he replied, keeping his voice low.
“And it needs to stay that way.” I leaned closer to him. “But wasn’t it a Foreseer who made the prediction of what was going to happen to me and the star?”
“The Foreseer that saw the vision was a close friend of Stephan’s,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. “And they’ve worked really hard to keep it a secret from the rest of the Foreseers so let’s not ruin it now by talking about it, okay?”
“But they might already now,” I pointed out. “Since the Death Walkers do.”
“They might, but they might not. And let’s hope they don’t because it will make it a lot harder to get you out of here if they do know.”
I rubbed my aching wrist, considering the idea of being trapped down here. Yes, the place was beautiful, but it was also creepy.
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And empty—I hadn’t seen a single person yet. And then, of course, there was Nicholas.
He heightened the creepy factor, like, a billion notches.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Alex asked, eyeballing my wrist.
I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. When I landed, I fell and my wrist popped.”
“Here, let me look at it.” He reached for my wrist, pausing before gently taking hold of it. My first instinct was to jerk back and tell him not to touch me. Oh yeah, I might have been standing in the City of Crystal, waiting to see if the Foreseers would let me leave or not, but that didn’t mean I’d forgotten about the lies, secrets, and constant fighting that had gone on between us. Still, and I don’t know why—I guess I had a weak moment or something—I let him take my wrist in his hand and examine it over, sparks lighting
up
like
lightening
during
a
thunderstorm.
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“Really, it’s not that bad,” I told him, flinching as my wrist let out another pop.
“Sorry,” Alex apologized, tracing his finger lightly along the inside of my wrist. It tickled to the point that I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. “I don’t think it’s broken or anything. You probably just popped it out of place.” He let go of my wrist.
“If it still hurts when we get back to the house, I can wrap it up.” I nodded, cradling my wrist in my hand.”Okay.” If I ever get back to the house.
“How about your stitches?” he asked.
“How are they doing? There not coming loose, are they?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think so.” He stared at me incredulously. “You haven’t check on them?”
“I glanced at them after I went into the vision and face planted it on the ground,” I said. “Everything seemed to look okay, I guess.”
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He lifted an eyebrow. “You guess.”
“Well, since I’ve never had stitches before, I’m not sure what qualifies them as looking okay and what doesn’t. But they don’t really hurt or anything.”
“They could have loosened up when you fell. Or they could be getting infected.
You never know.” He moved his hand toward the bottom of my shirt.
I backed away. “What are you doing?” He looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Checking to make sure your stitches are okay.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“So you’d rather get an infection and end up in a hospital.”
“No.” I sighed, inching into his reach.
“Fine, go ahead.”
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be so unfair sometimes. There should be some kind of law or something banning Alex’s touch to feel this good. It was practically torture.
“So what’s the symbol on Nicholas’s wrist mean?” I asked in a pathetic attempt to distract myself.
“It’s the mark of a Foreseer.” His fingers worked their way along my skin.
I tensed as he touched a tender spot on my ribs. “Then why don’t I have one?”
“I’m not sure…Things seem to work differently with you. You might get one and you might not.” His fingers linger on my skin for an instant longer before he pressed the gauze back into place and tugged the corner of my shirt back down. “There good. Completely intact and infection free.”
“Good,” I said. And then, being the polite girl that I was, added, “Thanks for making sure.”
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“Whoa. Hold on.” He smiled, cupping his hand around his ear. “Did I seriously just hear you say thanks?”
“I’ve said thanks to you before,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows accusingly.
“Well, maybe not to you per se, but I’ve said the word before.”
“Oh yeah.” He laughed. “Is that so?” I nodded. “But I only say it when I truly mean it, so it doesn’t come out a whole lot.” He laughed again, and I felt my own smile breaking through.
Okay. Time out. Were we seriously, after everything we’d been through, having a moment here. So weird. Although, I wasn’t going to lie and say that I wasn’t enjoying it.
The moment gave me a brief glimpse into what things might have been like if I was normal.
However, when one of the tall, silver doors opened up, our little moment slipped away, just like that.
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“He's ready for you.” Nicholas said, holding the door open. “You can come in.” As I stepped through the doorway, I had to catch my breath. The place made the glass cave look completely ordinary. Shiny cutouts of silver and blue porcelain paved the way through green gemstones that mimicked blades of grass. The blue sky shined like a giant diamond, the cotton ball clouds floating across it like a mirage.
Alex and I followed Nicholas down the porcelain path, winding back and forth until we arrived at a silver throne perched on top of a sapphire platform. A short, plump man with curly elf shoes and dark brown hair stood beside the throne. Nicholas approached him, whispered something in his ear, and the little man nodded.
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Nicholas. He’s part faerie so he can’t be trusted.”
Before I could even react to the word faerie, or the combusting electricity his breath and touch brought on, a man appeared from behind the throne. He was maybe in his sixties, give or take a few years.
He was tall with pale skin and grey shoulder length hair. The silver shade of the robe he wore matched the silver shade of his eyes.
He took a seat in the throne, curling his thin fingers over the edges of the armrests.
“Welcome to the City of Crystal. I am Dyvinius, leader of the Foreseers.” His voice came out in slow, motionless syllables—very monotone-like. “I understand that you were able to use the Foreseers power to channel up a vision yesterday. Am I correct?” I glanced around idiotically and then it clicked. Oh yeah, he was probably talking to me. “Umm…yeah.”
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“Good.” Dyvinius tapped his fingers together, seeming pleased. “Well, I’m not sure if you know much about what a Foreseer does, or what we are, so I’ll explain. What we do is we use the energy of the Divination Crystal to see visions of either the past or the future. But mostly it’s the future. Once the vision is read, it becomes permanent. There is no changing it.”
Maybe he should explain that to the Keepers, since they seem to think differently.
Most of my life had been center around trying to do just that, and here he was saying it was impossible. What if he was right, though? Would that mean there was no hope to stop the portal from opening up? That there was no hope for humanity?
Wow. Talk about slapping reality across my face. And reality seemed to be forming a giant lump in my throat that was making it super hard to swallow.
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“Now from what I understand, you saw a past vision, which isn’t too uncommon of a thing to happen with beginners,” said Dyvinius.
I felt like I might cry. The vision I’d seen was from the past. Which meant what? That the woman in it couldn’t be saved?
That lump in my throat nearly doubled in size.
“When a person goes into their first vision, they usually don’t know what they’re doing,” Dyvinius continued. “However, typically the Foreseer ability is discovered in a person before they see their first vision. That way we are able to monitor them. Occasionally, someone does end up slipping through the radar undetected. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to discover them later on, but sometimes we don’t.” His silver eyes locked on me, his expression blank. “We have a radar system that lets us know when there has been an interference with a Divination 596/695
Crystal. Now it’s not necessarily a bad thing—what you did. Although I have to say, you are very lucky you were able to come out of it. Sometimes people do get stuck.” He paused. “Even though the vision you saw was from the past, it does need to be read correctly. Otherwise, it can alter the human world as we know it.” His face suddenly lit up. “And so we have brought you down here to re-see your vision and to be trained as a Foreseer.”
I casted a frantic glance at Alex.
“Is something wrong?’ Dyvinius asked me. “You look upset.”
“Umm…” I struggled.
Alex stepped forward. “I don’t think her staying here is going to be possible right now. There are certain circumstances that require her to stay with the Keepers.” Dyvinius stared at Alex, seriousness shadowing in his silver eyes. “The Keepers…Tell me boy, what is your name?” 597/695
“Alex Avery,” Alex responded calmly.
“Any relation to Stephan Avery?” Dyvinius asked.
Alex nodded. “He’s my father.”
“Oh, I see,” Dyvinius said and it was clear he wasn’t pleased. “Tell me Alex, what are these circumstances that are keeping Gemma with the Keepers?”
“I can’t answer that,” Alex replied coolly.
“As you know, like the Foreseers, Keepers have certain things they have to keep to themselves.”
“Yes, I do understand. However, there are also laws we’re all supposed to follow.
I’m sure you know the law that states that if a person is able to use the crystal ball to see a vision, then they have to be trained in the City of Crystal by the Foreseers.” His mouth sagged down into what I assumed was supposed to be a frown, but seeing a frown on his expressionless face just looked creepy. “If Gemma doesn’t stay here then she could end 598/695
up altering the future. Or end up getting trapped inside a vision if she tries to enter one again.”
My heart raced. Oh no. He was going to make me stay. I looked over at Alex, my eyes pleading with him to do something.
.“I understand that. I really do,” Alex said. “But there has to be something we could work out.”
It was amazing how calm Alex was being.
Not me. I was freaking out. And yes, I’d started the nail biting thing again.
Dyvinius’s sliver eyes darkened, sending a chill down my spine. “Yes, maybe we could work something out… If you were to make a promise that she would never use a crystal ball again until she has been properly trained, then I don’t see why I can’t let her go back with the Keepers for awhile.” He paused. “Of course, after these circumstances that are keeping her with the Keepers are gone, she’d have to come back.” 599/695
Okay, now I was really panicking. I never wanted to come back here. Ever.
Alex stayed quiet, arms crossed, jaw set.
“Otherwise I’ll have to have hermake the promise.” Dyvinius’s eyes glinted. “But I have a feeling you’d probably rather make the promise.”
Was I missing something here? Was something going to happen if the promise was broken? Something bad?
“I guess a promise could be arranged…by me.” Alex gritted through his teeth.
“Very good.” Dyvinius beamed. And I had to say, his beaming was even creepier than his frown. “You understand that you’re making that promise in the City of Crystal.
And I assume you already know what the consequences are if you break this promise.” Alex
nodded
slowly.
“Yeah,
I
understand.”
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Dyvinius leaned forward in the throne, his eyes glowing with eagerness. “Then I need you to say the words out loud.” Alex glared at him. “I promise.” Dyvinius leaned back into the throne, looking satisfied. “Good. Now that that’s been taken care of, I need just one more thing from Gemma before I let you both go back.”
Oh yippy.“Okay,” I said warily. “What do I need to do?”
“I need you to go back into the vision and correct it,” he told me.
“Correct it?” I asked. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“Well, I’m guessing that when you went in the vision either some clips’ were missing, or things might have been blurry.”
“Yeah…the peoples’ faces were blurry.”
“Good. That will make it a little easier to correct. You see Gemma, every vision has to be
seen
clearly,”
Dyvinius
explained.
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“Otherwise, if left unfinished, it could end up altering past or future events, and the world as we know it could shift.” I was confused. “So how exactly do I correct it?”
“You go back inside the crystal and see the vision again.” Dyvinius looked over at Nicholas. “I’ll send you with her to make sure everything goes correctly this time.” What!? So not only did I have to go back and suffer through the vision again, but I also had to go with a creepy half faerie—whatever that meant. I’d read books about faeries who were able to put up some kind of glamour to make themselves look human. Looking at Nicholas, I wondered if what I was seeing was real or not. Was his blond hair and golden eyes just an illusion?
A trick of the eye?
Catching me staring at him, Nicholas flashed me a sly smile and winked.
I blasted him with a fiery glare.
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“Well, let’s get started then.” Dyvinius snapped his fingers and the chubby little man with elf shoes ran up to the throne. He was carrying a crystal ball identical to the one back at Adessa’s. He placed it in Dyvinius’ hands, bowed, and disappeared behind the throne.
