“Glad I’m good for something.”
“The Far Keep is trying Marian for treason. It’s going on right now.” Lena sounded grim. “Uncle Macon went after Marian, but he wouldn’t let me come. He said it was too dangerous.”
Marian was on trial. It was really happening, the way I was afraid it would, ever since the day Liv and I found the Temporis Porta.
Everything I’d been feeling—the doubt, the panic, the wrongness—caught up with me in a crashing wave that nearly knocked my feet out from under me. Like I was drowning. Or falling.
“Don’t worry.” Liv tried to sound reassuring. “I’m sure she’s fine. This whole thing is my fault, not hers. The Council will have to admit that, sooner or later.”
John held up his hand. “Ignis.” A warm yellow flame flickered from the center of his palm.
“New party trick?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Fire was never really my thing. Guess I picked it up from hanging out with Lena.” Normally I would have punched him. At least, I would have wanted to.
Lena grabbed my hand. “These days I can’t even light a candle without torching the place.”
Light flooded the room, and I didn’t have time to hit him, because now I knew exactly where we were. Again.
I was on the other side of the pantry door. Ten feet under my kitchen, in my own house.
I grabbed the old lantern and took off down the crumbling tunnel, toward the door in the ceiling no one ever opened, to the place where the ancient doors would be waiting for me.
“Wait up! You don’t know where this tunnel ends,” John called after me.
“It’s all right,” I heard Liv say. “He knows where he’s going.”
I heard their footsteps behind me, but I only ran faster.
I started banging on the Temporis Porta as soon as I reached it. This time it didn’t open. Splinters dug into my skin, but I didn’t stop pounding on the thick wood.
Nothing I did mattered.
I rested my face against the wood. “Aunt Marian, I’m here! I’m coming.”
Lena came up behind me.
Ethan, she can’t hear you.
I know.
John shoved me aside and touched the surface of the doors with his hand. Then he yanked it away as if the wood burned. “That’s some serious mojo.”
Liv grabbed his hand, but there wasn’t a mark on it. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do to open those doors, unless they want to be opened.” She was talking about the last time they opened—for me. But they weren’t opening this time.
Liv examined the side of the doors, where the carvings were clearest.
“There has to be a way.” I threw myself back against the thick, carved planks. Nothing. “We have to think of something. Who knows what they might do to Marian.”
Liv looked away. “I can imagine. But we can’t help her if we can’t get inside. Give me a minute.” She pulled her red notebook out of her worn leather backpack. “I’ve been trying to figure out these symbols since the first time we saw them.”
Lena shot me a look. “The first time?”
Liv didn’t look up. “Didn’t Ethan tell you? He found these doors weeks ago. They let him pass, but they left me behind. And he wouldn’t tell me much about what he saw on the other side. But I’ve been studying the doors ever since.”
“Weeks ago?”
“I haven’t the exact date,” Liv answered.
Ethan?
I can explain. I was going to tell you the night at the Cineplex, but you were already mad because I had invited Liv to the party.
Secret doors? With your secret friend? And something secret you found behind them? Why would that make me mad?
I should’ve told you. It’s not like you’re worried about Liv.
I wasn’t getting off that easy. I tried not to look at Lena, focusing on a page of sketches in Liv’s red notebook. “That’s it.” I recognized the symbols in her notebook.
Liv held the paper up against the symbols carved into the doors, moving it from one wooden panel to the next, as she compared them. “See the recurring pattern in these three circles?”
“The Wheel,” I said automatically. “You said they were the Wheel of Fate.”
“Yes, but perhaps not only the Wheel of Fate. I think each circle might represent one of the Three Keepers. The Council of the Far Keep.”
“The ones who showed up in the archive?” Lena asked.
She nodded. “I’ve read everything I could find about them, which isn’t much. From what I can determine, the Three Keepers must have been the ones who visited us.”
I thought about it. “It makes sense. The first time I went through those doors, I ended up at the Far Keep.”
“So you think these signs stand for the three of them?” John looked over at me. “Those freaks that wanted to take Liv?”