Blythe rolled her eyes, stepping farther into the room. “And you can’t. The spell is too big a risk. Didn’t everything with Dante prove that? This is unstable magic we’re working with, and an unstable Oracle on top of everything else. Like I said, if we’d gotten to him before the cave . . .”
It was probably just a trick of the light, but I could swear I saw her lower lip wobble a bit before she said, “I honestly did try to help you. All of you. But there isn’t a way. There just isn’t. Except this.”
I shook my head, my fingers falling to the tattoo on my back. “There’s always another way,” I said, and Blythe’s gaze followed the movement of my hand.
Her own hand shot up, and I felt a pulse of magic, but it was like Bee and I were behind protective glass. The power bumped harmlessly off us, and Blythe looked at her hand much the same way I’d looked at mine earlier today—confused, kind of betrayed.
“What did you do?” she asked, almost wondering, but before I could reply, she tried again. This time, whatever spell she was pulling up was stronger, and I felt it like a fist pushing at my sternum, but still, Ryan’s ward held.
Blythe dropped both of her hands, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. “Harper,” she said, clearly losing her patience, “I don’t want to hurt you. The whole point of this is to keep the Oracle from killing you. Don’t do—”
Her words were abruptly cut off as Bee, who had edged around behind Blythe while Blythe’s focus was on me, brought a lamp down on her head.
It was maybe not the most elegant of moves, but it worked, and Blythe’s eyes rolled back as she slid to the floor.
We didn’t hesitate this time, grabbing our bags and hurrying out of the room.
It was raining heavily now, one of those “gully washers” as my aunts would say, the kind that start and stop all of a sudden in southern summers. My car was parked in the farthest corner of the lot, so Bee and I were just as soaked as Blythe had been by the time we got to it.
Reaching into the backseat, I pulled Blythe’s bag out, tossing it to the sidewalk. I might have pushed her in a pool and Bee might have hit her with a lamp, but we weren’t terrible people. Granted, all her stuff was going to get wet, but I figured Blythe could sort that out.
That done, we got in the car, and I drove out of the parking lot like I was fleeing the scene of a crime.
Which I guessed I was, technically. Bee’s lamp had definitely hit her hard enough to qualify as assault and battery. I did tell myself not to feel guilty about what had just happened, though. I was protecting David, and that was my job whether I had powers or not. But I thought Blythe had been telling the truth when she said she’d looked for other ways to save him. She was scared, or maybe she just didn’t want it badly enough.
I was scared, too, believe me, but I was also willing to do anything, no matter how risky it might be.
“So do you have a plan?” Bee asked, and I appreciated that she waited until we’d gotten to the interstate before asking me that. It showed a certain amount of faith I really needed right now. Rain was beating on the windows, and I had the wipers turned on as high as they would go, adding this frantic feeling to everything. My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking, and all I could think was how close we’d come to screwing up. If I had led Blythe to David and she’d killed him . . . I could hardly even think about it.
“If I can get to him,” I told her, “if I can just talk to him, maybe . . . maybe we won’t even need the spell. Any spell. Maybe there’s enough David in there to overrule the Oracle.”
Bee was quiet for a long time before she finally said, “Harper, you know that’s crazy.”
I did. It was completely irrational and stupid and nothing like me. I was the girl who made a spreadsheet for her first-week-of-school wardrobe, for goodness’ sake. The girl who had a plan for everything.
But from the very beginning, nothing about any of this had gone to plan. Maybe it was time to throw out the rule book and trust my instincts.
Instincts that could, I was willing to admit, get me totally killed.
“I have to try,” I told Bee. “Even if it doesn’t work. Even if I . . .”
I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I thought again of the sword in the trunk.
Reaching over, Bee squeezed my hand where it clutched the steering wheel. “Okay,” she said. “So since plans and calendars and schedules haven’t worked, we’ll try being nuts for a change.”
She smiled at me, and I wanted to smile back, but I was way too worried for that now. Besides, I needed to think about where we were headed.
I focused on that vision I’d had, remembering what I could from those moments when David’s mind and mine were linked.
“North,” I said to Bee now, my fingers flexing on the steering wheel, the answer floating up through my brain. “He’s north, in Tennessee.”
Bee glanced over at me, the rain making strange patterns on her face. “Blythe can sense him, too,” she said. “She said so.”
I nodded and thought again of the sword in the trunk.