“He’s not,” Dare tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. “He’s not dead. You have to trust me. Go.”
He limply watches me leave the room, and I race to Finn’s, and when I do, Finn is there.
He’s sleeping peacefully in his bed and Pollux is at his feet.
And he’s breathing.
I can’t. I can’t.
The room swirls again and again, and I hold my hands out.
I’m falling,
Falling,
Falling, and I don’t know where I’ll land.
The world is a stage and we all act falsely upon it.
The die has been cast,
Has been cast,
Has been cast.
I feel it,
The truth.
It’s coming,
And it’s dark,
And I won’t like it.
I feel it.
I feel it.
We all have our parts to play, and I’ll play mine well.
But what is it?
I concentrate,
And think,
And more will come.
We’re all a bit mad, aren’t we?
Yes.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sabine picks me up from the floor and she leads me to her room, her dark mystic room, where the walls are covered in darkness.
She sits me down and takes my hands and stares into my eyes.
“Finn is alive,” I say slowly, and the words the words the words.
She nods.
“But he was dead.”
She nods again.
“The hooded boy I kept seeing… all my life… it’s been Dare’s brother all along, and his brother is dead.”
Sabine nods.
I’m numb, I’m confused, and I’m so so tired of being this way. I tell her and she looks away, then back into my eyes.
“I’ll get you some tea.”
“I don’t want your tea.”
My voice is rigid and sharp. “I feel like I’m a pawn, and I’m being played.”
“Always trust your instincts, girl,” she tells me throatily.
And
Suddenly
Suddenly,
I feel the danger.
It laps around me, igniting in the air and crackling in my hair and Sabine’s eyes are as cold as death and she’s the danger.
My instincts are on fire, crackling, popping, snapping, and my eyes scan the room, quick, quick, quicker. My gaze comes to rest on something Something
Something.
A photo, sticking out of a drawer. Just the corner, just the edge, but I’m drawn to it.
It’s important.
I know it.
I lunge to it, I grab it, I pull it out and peer at it.
And it’s Olivia.
And her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes.
Black as night, black as coal,
Black as Sabine’s.
Black as Dare’s.
Jagged pieces of ice form in my heart and pump through my veins, Ripping them
Ripping them.
“You,” I breathe. “You’re doing this. Somehow. How are you….”
My voice trails off because the look on Sabine’s face… I’ve seen it before.
“She was yours,” I realize aloud. “Olivia was yours.”
Sabine nods. “She was my daughter. My only child. I trained her, raised her as Roma, taught her the old ways. That girl was everything to me. Everything. And you took her. You and your brother and Adair.”
I don’t know what to say because the realization is overwhelming.
Sabine has been related to Dare all along?
The familiar feeling continues to grow and grow, and spread, and this room.
This room.
It swirls and twirls and it’s familiar. From before, from a time I don’t remember.
“There was fire here,” I say aloud, looking around, trying to retrieve the memories. “In all the corners. And Dare. And your voice.”
We invoke you.
We invoke you.
Restore my daughter, and I offer you These lives,
Always
Yours.
Allow them to change the patterns, Change the events.
I invoke you.
I invoke you.
Restore my daughter.
I invoke you.
End the cycle.
Take them as the sacrifice.
Her voice, like always, was a raspy whisper and I remember it now. I remember holding Dare’s hand, but he let go, and he stepped back, and Finn was there with me.
One for one for one.
There was fire, and we burned.
Finn and me.
Sabine burned us to death,
For something
Something
Something.
Something that didn’t work,
And we’ve spent the rest of this time
Cycling through.
Over
And
Over.