Gates of Paradise (a Blue Bloods Novel)

awson and his pack were waiting for Bliss outside the airport in Rome when she arrived. It felt like forever since she’d seen them, but it had only been a couple of days. She supposed her sense of time was all screwed up because of losing a year. It felt strange to see them all here, in this city, where they’d been so recently and yet such a long time ago. The Rome they had left was the city at its first breath, but the Rome they were in now was a sprawling and crowded metropolis, ancient ruins among medieval and Renaissance structures, a hodgepodge of architecture and industry, the Eternal City and a thoroughly modern one.

Bliss noticed that when Lawson saw her, his eyes lit up, but he kept his cool. She kept her feelings in check as well, even though she couldn’t help but hold him just a little tighter when they hugged hello.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked.

The boys looked at each other, then at the ground. Ahramin smirked. Bliss had the urge to slap her, but then again, she always had the urge to slap her, even after everything that had happened.

“No plan. Right. Okay, then at least tell me what Arthur said.”

“He told us there was a rupture in the timeline, that something had happened that wasn’t supposed to, and now there were two versions of the timeline. That’s what closed the passages,” Lawson said. “We have to figure out what it was and then find a way to open the passages up. Then we can go back to the underworld for the wolves.”

“Did he give you any sense of how we should go about doing that?” she asked.

“Apparently we need your help,” Ahramin said. “Even though we were doing just fine on our own.”

“We know the break in the timeline happened here,” Lawson said. “But we don’t know when or how. Just that it was sometime after when we were here, during the height of the Roman Empire, during Caligula’s reign, when they first discovered the Paths of the Dead and established the first Gate of Hell. Arthur thought you might be able to help us with your memories. That maybe we can find the path that way.”

“My mother’s memories? Or my father’s?”

“Either one,” Lawson said, looking uncomfortable. Her father was still a touchy subject.

“Okay, so maybe we’ll start digging into what we know about Caligula—if there are certain monuments in the city that he built, or that are associated with him. Maybe we can start there and see where it leads. The Paths of the Dead are hidden in the glom, but they begin with a physical location here in mid-world.” Bliss looked at the pack. They were all still exhausted from having traveled back in time and fought a great battle; and she was feeling just as fatigued. “But first, let’s all get some sleep. I bet none of you slept on the plane.”

“I did.” Malcolm smiled.

“All right, where are we staying?”

The boys looked at each other again.

“You haven’t figured out anything, have you?” Bliss said, but she tried to say it gently. Lawson looked uncomfortable; she knew he felt embarrassed at how unprepared they were. “We could stay at the St. Regis,” she said. “I stayed there last time I was here.”

“No. Nothing fancy,” Lawson said. “That’s not our style.”

“Okay. There are lots of youth hostels around here—I’m sure we can find someplace where we can all stay together.”

They took the train from the airport and found a cheap place downtown that looked clean. Since it was winter, and past the season for winter break travel, they managed to get a dorm room all to themselves.

“We all have to stay in one room?” Ahramin said, curling her lip.

“At least there’s no one else here,” Rafe said. “Come on, it will be fun. Like being back in the den.”

The hostel was sparsely furnished but cozy. Downstairs, where they’d checked in, was a small common area with scratchy wool sofas and a shelf full of magazines and books that other travelers had left behind. They definitely weren’t catering just to Americans, Bliss noted, seeing just about every language she recognized and a whole bunch she didn’t. That was probably a good thing, and why the place was so inexpensive. There was also a kitchen where they could make sandwiches—nothing hot, but there was bread and condiments and some cheese in the refrigerator, along with bottles of juice. So depressing to be eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in Italy, but Bliss was sure there would be time for a good meal once they’d figured out what they were doing.