“Keep reading.” Marian pointed to the page.
“Since before the Crusades, we have served. We have had many names, and none. Like the whisper in the ear of China's first emperor as he contemplated the Great Wall, or the loyal companion at the side of Scotland's most valiant knight as he toiled for his country's independence, Mortals with great purpose have always had those who guided them. As the lost vessels of Columbus and Vasco da Gama had those who guided them to New Worlds, we exist to guide Casters whose paths hold great meaning. We are —” I couldn't make sense of the words.
Then I heard Liv's voice next to me, as if she had committed the words to memory. “The one who finds what is lost. The one who knows the way.”
“Finish it.” Marian was suddenly serious, as if the words were some kind of prophecy.
“We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purpose, to grave ends.” I closed the book and handed it back to Marian. I didn't want to know any more.
Marian's expression was difficult to read. She turned the book over and over in her hands and looked at Liv. “Do you think?”
“It's possible. There have been others.”
“Not for a Ravenwood. Or a Duchannes, for that matter.”
“But you said it yourself, Professor Ashcroft. Lena's decision carries consequences. If she chooses to go Light, all the Dark Casters in her family will die, and if she choose to go Dark …” Liv didn't finish. We all knew the rest. All the Light Casters in her family would die. “Wouldn't you say her path holds great meaning?”
I didn't like the way this conversation was going, even though I wasn't completely sure where it was headed. “Hello? I'm sitting right here. Want to clue me in?”
Liv spoke slowly, as if I was a kid at the library for a read aloud. “Ethan, in the Caster world, only those with great purpose have a Wayward. Waywards don't come along often, maybe once in a century, and never by accident. If you are a Wayward, you're here for a reason — a great or terrible purpose, all your own. You're a bridge between worlds for Casters and Mortals, and whatever you do, you have to be very careful.”
I sat down on the bed, and Marian sat next to me. “You have a destiny of your own, like Lena. Which means things could become very complicated.”
“You think these past few months haven't been complicated?”
“You have no idea of the things I've seen. The things your mother saw.” Marian looked away.
“So you think I'm one of those Waywards? I'm a human compass or something, like Link said?”
“It's more than that. Waywards don't just know the way. They are the way. They guide Casters along the path they are destined to take, a path they might not otherwise find on their own. You might be the Wayward for a Ravenwood or a Duchannes. It's not clear which at the moment.” Liv seemed to know what she was talking about, which didn't make sense. That's what my mind kept going back to as I stumbled over what they were saying.
“Aunt Marian, tell her. I can't be one of these Waywards. My parents are regular Mortals.” Nobody said the obvious, that my mom had been a part of the Caster world, like Marian, only in a way no one would ever talk about, at least not to me.
“Waywards are Mortals, a bridge between the Caster world and ours.” Liv reached for another book. “Of course, your mother was hardly what you could call a regular Mortal, any more than I am, or Professor Ashcroft.”
“Olivia!” Marian froze.
“You don't mean —”
“His mother didn't want him to know. I promised, if anything were to happen —”
“Stop!” I slammed the book down on the table. “I'm not in the mood for your rules. Not tonight.”
Liv fidgeted with her science experiment of a watch, nervously. “I'm such an idiot.”
“What do you know about my mother?” I turned on Liv. “Tell me right now.”
Marian crumpled into the chair next to me. The pink spots on Liv's cheeks flushed. “I'm so sorry.” She shook her head, looking from Marian to me, helplessly.
Marian held up her hand. “Olivia knows all about your mother, Ethan.”
I turned to Liv. I knew what she was going to tell me, before she said it. The truth had been pushing its way into my mind. Liv knew too much about Casters and Waywards, and she was here, in the Tunnels, standing in Macon's study. If I hadn't been so confused about what they thought I was, I would've realized what Liv was. I don't know why it had taken me this long to see it.
“Ethan.”
“You're one of them, like Aunt Marian and my mom.”
“Them?” Liv asked.
“You're a Keeper.” The words made it real, and I was feeling everything and nothing at the same time — my mom, down here in the Tunnels with Marian's massive ring of Caster keys. My mom with her secret life, in this secret world my father and I had never been, and could never be, part of.