“I know how her visions work,” said Ava. “I know she can see me and hear everything I say. I don’t need her to talk back to me. I just need her to listen. And I won’t agree to your terms until Kate agrees to mine.”
Whatever she wanted to talk to me about, she couldn’t say it in front of the others. Which meant she thought she couldn’t trust them—or at least couldn’t trust her father.
Something about Henry? About Milo? Had she found a way to smuggle him to me somehow?
Hope surrounded me, so fragile and delicate that a single word could have shattered it into pieces. It was possible, and because it was possible, I would do it.
I nodded once, and Ava deflated, as if she’d used up everything she had to make it to that moment. “Tomorrow at sunset,” she said. “In the nursery. I trust you to be there.”
She had no way of knowing if I would be, but she was smart enough to know that she had me hooked, and I wouldn’t miss it.
“I love you,” she said, and this time it wasn’t directed at any one person. Instead the words whispered through the council, touching each of us as they passed. “Goodbye for now.” The golden light in the sunset floor flashed, and she was gone.
For nearly a minute, no one spoke. Not to talk about Ava, not to ask James and me what had happened on the island, nothing. Finally Ella and Theo rose. “We must return,” said Theo. “Thank you for including us, Father.”
Walter nodded, and confusion washed over me. They weren’t here to fight? “What about the war?” I blurted. “I thought—”
“We are doing what we can on earth,” said Theo. “We’ve made overtures to many of the minor gods, but not even Nike will support us, not without Henry.”
“And the twins?” said Walter. “I thought you were making headway with them.”
Ella frowned. “Lux was receptive until you turned down his terms. Now they’ve disappeared again, and it was hard enough tracking them down the first time around. I’m not going through that again.”
James’s expression grew distant. “They’re in Paris.”
“It doesn’t matter now,” said Theo. “We can’t force them to help. Even the Fates have gone into hiding. Everyone’s scared, and nothing we say or do can smooth things over. They’re convinced if they don’t help us, Cronus might spare them.”
“Fools,” muttered Walter. “Very well. Keep me updated as you can.”
Theo and Ella nodded in unison. A split second before they disappeared, her eyes met mine, and I swore I saw pity.
“Come,” said my mother, and we both stood. “You’ve had a long day, and I’m afraid it isn’t going to get any easier. You need to rest.”
“You, too,” I said, taking her hand. As we walked down the hall, her shoulders slumped, and she paled with the effort it took to make it to her room. I wrapped my arm securely around her. After all she and I had been through together, after all we’d managed to survive, how long would it be before Cronus took her from me, too?
Chapter 14
Chains of Fog
I told my mother everything that had happened in Calliope’s palace, and though she didn’t confirm my fears, I knew I was right. She’d known about Henry’s plan—maybe she’d even helped him. And from the way she kept touching my face, it was easy to tell she was glad it was him Calliope had taken, not me.
“We’ll figure it out,” she murmured as we curled up on her bed together. “We’ve made it this far, after all.”
I wasn’t sure who she meant. She and I? The council? Did it even matter? This would end one way or the other, and no one, not even my mother, could reassure me that everything would be okay. Not this time.
It took me ages to fall asleep, and when I did, I dreamed of Henry whispering words I didn’t understand. Dozens of questions swirled through my restless mind, but that voice offered no answers. Why had he gone through with this, knowing what it might mean? Had he done it purely to protect Milo? I’d had it handled, more or less—I hadn’t anticipated Calliope interrupting, but Henry couldn’t have possibly known she would either.
He should’ve stayed behind. He would’ve been much more useful as a weapon Cronus and Calliope didn’t know about. He might’ve been the weight that tipped the balance away from them and toward the council instead, and he’d given that up to turn himself over to Calliope.
I wanted to be mad. I wanted to be furious, to rip the room apart until there was nothing left. It wouldn’t accomplish anything though, and the best I could do was exactly what James had asked of me: to focus my efforts on thinking of something that the council hadn’t.
Right. Wasn’t pride the very thing that had nearly lost me Henry and my mother and immortality in the first place?
But the members of the council weren’t exactly angels either. They could do whatever they damn well pleased, and if they could cheat, so could I. Pride it was then, along with a side of wrath for good measure. If there was a way out of this, I would find it.
After a restless night and an even more fitful day, the sun set on Greece, and at last it was time. As the council disappeared from the throne room to battle against an enemy they no longer had a prayer of defeating, I closed my eyes and slid into my vision.
Ava was waiting for me in the nursery, exactly where she’d said she would be. Milo wasn’t in his crib, though. Ava’s arms were empty, and Cronus wasn’t standing in the shadows rocking him either. Henry must have had him then.
Peering anxiously out the door, Ava pressed her lips together, oblivious that I was waiting. I glanced over her shoulder and followed her gaze to a window in the hallway. Through it I saw half a dozen small shapes attacking an opaque fog. The evening’s battle had begun.
“Kate?” said Ava, turning so suddenly that I didn’t have time to move out of her way. She walked right through me. “Are you here?”
I didn’t bother to reply. She wouldn’t be able to hear me, so it was useless.
She stared into the empty nursery, and her shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s true. I swear to you I didn’t know what Calliope was planning.”
This was it? Another round of apologies? I huffed and closed my eyes, ready to return to Olympus. I’d come. I’d listened. I wasn’t going to waste my time with this any longer.