“She is a rising timekeeper?” Nakita questioned, and I started when her sword smoothly moved, shifting from my neck to point at him. Seeing it, Kairos halted with a comical swiftness. She was still holding me, though, her arm around my neck. Shock showed on his refined features, which he quickly hid.
“Nakita,” he coaxed, “I might be able to help you. Put your blade away.”
“You told me you could pluck the fear from me,” Nakita said, holding me tighter. “You told me the seraphs sang that she was fated to die, and to take her. Is she a rising timekeeper? Did you send me to scythe a timekeeper because you fear death? Chronos believes it!”
Nakita’s voice thundered in my ear, the righteous anger of an angel wronged. The hem of Kairos’s robe trembled as he took three steps back, his jaw clenched. The moment seemed to hesitate, and I wondered if I was being held for my death…or my protection.
“So I lied,” Kairos admitted, returning to his table and turning sideways to finger the small pitcher on the tray. His shadow from the rising sun stretched long to touch my feet, and I shivered as the light glinted on his less powerful amulet. “I have ruled both you and time for more than a thousand years, Nakita. I’m not going to go quietly because the seraphsfated it was time for me to step down, teach another, and fade into death. And not for a girl hardly old enough to be counted a woman.”
“She’s as old as you were when you murdered your predecessor,” Ron said sourly. “Funny how these things work out.”
Kairos’s upper lip trembled, but his eyes were fixed on Nakita’s. “She can’t be a timekeeper,” he said tightly. “She’s dead. I killed her myself.”
Ron moved a step closer, halting when Nakita’s sword shifted to him for a moment, then back to Kairos. “She stole your amulet,” he said. “I don’t think it matters what her state of aliveness is if she managed that. Madison has already claimed her birthright. She wrested the control of a guardian angel from me by simply naming her, and she now stands in Nakita’s protection. It’s too late. You’ve lost, Kairos. It’s over. Let her go. Accept it.”
And yet, I was still in a dark reaper’s grip.
“Kairos?” Nakita asked, her voice high as she struggled to piece it together. I was right there with her, and a wave of vertigo made my knees watery. Frightened, I stiffened as the soft wind shifted my hair into my eyes, momentarily blocking Kairos from my sight with Nakita’s sword unmoving between us.
“I’m not the rising dark timekeeper,” I said as Nakita pulled me back a step. “I’m the rising light. That’s why I want to trade Kairos his amulet for my body. Ron, he’s got my body. I can go back to the way I was! Tell him I can break my hold on his amulet.” My gaze darted to Kairos, seeing his disbelief. “I can!
I’ve done it before! Ron, tell him! Tell him I’m the rising light timekeeper!”
But Ron was looking at the ground, scaring me.
With a false ease, Kairos poured amber liquid into a crystal cup, sipping it lightly before setting it down.
“Still don’t have it all?” he said. “You were fated to be my student, Madison; why else would I scythe you? Ron can’t take you now even if he wanted to. He’s been teaching the rising light timekeeper for over a year.”
What the…My frantic gaze went to Ron, reading in his downcast expression that Kairos was telling the truth. “You son of a dead puppy,” I whispered. “You knew? You’re teaching someone else? Is that why you passed me off to Barnabas?”
Ron winced. He came forward a step, and Nakita pulled me back two. Disgusted, I shook Nakita’s hold off me and stood upright in the new day under my own power. The dark reaper faced the sun and knelt with her sword upon one knee and her head bowed—she looked like she was praying, hair hiding her face as a soft, eerie keening came from her.
“I did it for mankind, Madison,” Ron said persuasively. “You could stop the wrongful deaths if I could get you to align yourself with me. Think of it! A dark timekeeper who believed in choice? There’d be no more scythes, no more lives cut short. Kairos would be bereft of power, leaving only peace behind as you took his place.”
“Why would she align herself with you?!” Kairos exclaimed. “You hid her from the seraphs behind allegations and investigations, denied her existence from those who would have righted things. It was your own actions that forced the truth of her existence from where we’d both hidden it so we could fight over her like dogs over scraps. You whispered false truths into her ear until her choices were the ones you wanted. You passed her instruction off toa reaper , giving him a task you knew he couldn’t manage while you tutored the one fated to replace you, intending to leave Madison bereft of skills in case the truth should come out and she took my place, safely ignorant and at a disadvantage.” Kairos turned to me, disgust in his eyes. “And you let him.”