"Calliope?"
It was Hyacinth. I opened my eyes-I was so high in the air that the Amazonian woman appeared to be a tiny speck below me. I gave a tug on the creature"s scales and it began to gently lower itself below the waves. When I was only a few feet from the water, I clambered off the beast"s back and slid into the sea. I"d had just enough time to dry out during the journey, so hitting the cold water was a bit of a shock. Teeth chattering, I shivered and set off toward sh.o.r.e at a modified dog paddle. Once I"d reached the point where the surf breached the land, I happily let Hyacinth haul me out of the water. I felt like a beached whale as I sat back in the marsh gra.s.s and caught my breath. Exhausted from my adventure, I could hardly move.
Hyacinth hovered over me like a nursemaid. I"d never seen the woman be so solicitous before, and it struck me as funny-like she had some hidden ulterior motive for making sure I was all right. Also, she kept asking me if I needed anything-which really didn"t make any sense because we were in the middle of nowhere, so I wasn"t really sure what it was exactly she thought she could "get" for me out here. I shook my head and told her I was fine.
"I just need a nap," I said as something sharp poked me in the side.
I fumbled in my pocket, pulling out the burgundy jewel the old man had given me. I held the sparkling gem up to the sun, marveling at the way its many facets flashed in the light. As I stared into the heart of the jewel, I began to relax, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the bristle of the marsh gra.s.s poking into the back of my head. It was a pleasant, relaxing sensation . . . a marsh gra.s.s head ma.s.sage, if you will. I"d been through a lot during the past few hours, both emotionally and physically, so it wasn"t a shocker when relaxation quickly metamorphosed into sleep.
The last thing I remembered hearing as I drifted off into the land of Nod on a bed of ma.s.saging marsh gra.s.s was the old j.a.panese man"s voice, like a low hiss in my ear, intoning these words: "Rest now. There will be no chance for sleep when the time comes to slay the challenger."
ten.
I dreamt I was in a room with no windows and no doors. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were made of pale gray stone, so smooth that when I ran my palm over it, it felt like water. I was sitting in the middle of the room, Indian style, wearing a white nightdress right out of a BBC/Jane Austen flick. The sleeves were long and puffy, b.u.t.toning at my wrists, the neckline encircling my throat in a lacy poof that tickled the underside of my chin.
The nightdress was made of sheer linen, which left nothing to the imagination, and was in direct contrast to the modest cut of the gown. I found the garment both revealing and constricting at the same time, two sensations I"d never experienced together before.
At first, I stayed where I was, observing the s.p.a.ce, trying to discover any escape routes, but the more I looked, the less likely it seemed I would be leaving the place of my own volition. So, I stood up and began pacing out its dimensions, running my hands across the walls and floor, marveling at how even they were to my touch. I couldn"t feel any groove marks, any place where a tool had touched the stone. I"d seen craftsmanship like this before in Purgatory, when I"d gone to the Hall of Death with Jarvis. That gave me a pretty good idea of the room"s location: I was probably in the bowels of Purgatory in one of the holding cells housing political prisoners before they went to trial. My sister had been held here while she awaited sentencing for our dad"s kidnapping and and the attempted coup on Death, Inc. the attempted coup on Death, Inc.
I still hadn"t been able to forgive Thalia for what she"d done, so I hadn"t visited her while she was there. But Clio and our mother had taken pity on the scamp and had gone to see her. After their visit, Clio had given me a pretty thorough description of the cell-one that made me glad Thalia was the sister locked up there, not me.
Suddenly, I felt a low rumbling, like stone grinding against stone, vibrating underneath the soles of my feet. I a.s.sumed something was happening on the floor below me, but when the vibration didn"t dissipate and, instead, seemed to grow in pitch, I realized I was actually feeling the reverberation of the door in the far right wall as it slid open. From my vantage point, I could see a well-lit office hallway-beige Formica floors, peach walls, and the nastiest brown-spotted acoustic ceiling tile I"d ever seen-just beyond the lip of the doorway. When I saw who was coming down the hallway, I took an involuntary step back, trying to blend into the wall I"d just backed myself against.
The Jackal Brothers, who should"ve been in a holding cell of their own after the body-stealing episode they"d attempted on yours truly only a few weeks earlier, strode down the Formica-tiled hallway as if they owned the place. They wore traditional Egyptian loincloths of white and blue linen, their deeply tanned bodies toned and supple. Their jackal heads betrayed no discernible emotion as, between them, they half carried, half dragged a limp human body toward me. I held my breath as they stopped in the doorway, doing a visual scan of the cell. Their cold, dark eyes slid right over my cowering form as if I weren"t even there-which made me think that this was some kind of bizarre dream I"d haplessly wandered my way into.
Satisfied that the cell was empty, they threw the body inside, where it crumpled at my feet, the side of its face pressing into the stone floor. Then, with a rumbling screech screech, the large stone door clapped shut, blocking my view of their retreating backs. I stayed where I was against the far wall, waiting for some kind of movement from the body, but it just lay there, lifeless. I started thinking maybe this was a dead body I was dealing with, but then one of the feet spasmed and I knew it was a living being.
"h.e.l.lo?" I whispered, stepping closer to the p.r.o.ne body, but I got no response. I took another step, this time getting within kicking distance, and I reached out a bare toe, poking the man"s T-shirt-covered shoulder.
Nothing.
I poked harder, but my touch still didn"t register.
I was prepared, a few minutes later, when the stone doorway began to rumble again, grinding its way open. I ran back to my corner, trying to blend in with the stone-I wasn"t 100 percent sure of my invisibility, so I thought it better to be safe than sorry.
A woman stood silhouetted in the hall light, tapping her heel on the Formica as she waited for the door to open. I squinted, hoping to make out more of the woman"s features, but she still had her back to the light. It wasn"t until she stepped into the cell that I had to stifle a cry . . . standing before me in a prim Louis Vuitton minisuit was my older sister, Thalia.
I didn"t realize I was holding my breath until I felt the b.u.mp and grind of my heart, racing for air. I didn"t want to hyperventilate, so I took small, measured breaths until the shock wore off.
Thalia.
This was my sister, the one who hated me so much she"d tried to steal my birthright (which I hadn"t even wanted in the first place) and kidnap our dad, sending our family into a tailspin. She was supposed to be in the towers of Purgatory doing penance for her crimes, but instead she was out, wearing a G.o.dd.a.m.n Louis Vuitton Louis Vuitton minisuit and looking smugger than a cat who"d eaten a cage of canaries. She looked amazing-smoky makeup, bloodred lipstick, and her hair wrapped in a severe chignon that pulled the skin of her face so taut you could bounce a penny off it. The black minisuit she wore was open at the neck, showing off the pale white skin of her cleavage, and her Jimmy Choo stilettos (she was partial to the brand) click-clacked like someone had spilled a box of tacks on the smooth stone floor. minisuit and looking smugger than a cat who"d eaten a cage of canaries. She looked amazing-smoky makeup, bloodred lipstick, and her hair wrapped in a severe chignon that pulled the skin of her face so taut you could bounce a penny off it. The black minisuit she wore was open at the neck, showing off the pale white skin of her cleavage, and her Jimmy Choo stilettos (she was partial to the brand) click-clacked like someone had spilled a box of tacks on the smooth stone floor.
The door closed behind her and she made her way across the room, stopping when she reached the prostrate man so she could stare at his unconscious form. I expected her to kneel down beside the body and try to rouse it, but she surprised me by turning back around and walking over to the far wall. There, she leaned her hips against the stone and waited.
I wanted to speak to her, to ask her why she hated me so much, but I was scared of what she might say . . . of what I knew she would say. Her reply no doubt would be full of nastiness and vitriol-and after what I"d just gone through with Jarvis, I didn"t think I could handle unbridled hate being loosed in my direction. Besides, it seemed as though I could kick and scream as loud as I wanted and Thalia wouldn"t notice, so there wasn"t any point in trying to connect with her now.
"Wake up."
Thalia was talking to the body, a brittle thread of anger running through her otherwise calm voice. If it were possible, she"d become an even colder creature than when I"d last seen her, all the humanity burned out of her by hate. A chill radiated from her very core, invading the cell with its frozen majesty, making me shiver involuntarily. It was an emotional response rather than a visceral one, because my body felt no colder than it had before. I"d heard of psychic vampires, people who dined upon the strong emotions of others, but I"d never met one before. Yet it wasn"t hard for me to make the leap, to believe that this was what my sister had become. It was as if she weren"t even a person anymore, just a cipher for her anger and hatred, subsisting on what energy she could scavenge from those around her.
Somehow this transformation was more frightening than if she had become a real, physical monster. At least it was a change I could see and touch. That was something I could handle. This alien coldness was a different thing entirely and much harder for me to wrap my head around.
"I said," she cooed, "wake up!" The "wake up" part was spoken with a lot of hostility and it definitely did the trick. The man began to stir, his body lengthening as he rolled onto his side and then immediately contracting again as he clutched his head in pain.
"Ah . . ." he cried. "Make it stop. Please." he cried. "Make it stop. Please."
Oh, Jesus, I knew the voice and I knew the man. My stomach roiled with nausea, but I just kept telling myself this was some surreal dream-but is it really a dream or is it something else, a voice whispered in the back of my head. a voice whispered in the back of my head.
This new development was not palatable. Never in a million years would I have guessed the man I"d watched the Jackal Brothers manhandle into the cell, whom I had poked with my toe and taken for dead, who was now being tortured by my criminally insane older sister, would end up being someone I knew.
Yet there it was, the proof sitting right there before my disbelieving eyes.
Daniel is in Purgatory.
I didn"t know how he had gotten there or who was responsible-other than Thalia-but I wanted to run over and beat the s.h.i.t out of my sister for toying with my man. It didn"t matter that he and I were fighting or that we might not even make it as a couple. Daniel belonged to me. He was mine, and all I could do was stand there and watch, helpless.
"Yes, I can make it stop," Thalia said, her tone mild. "But you have to ask the right question, Daniel. Not can can I stop it, but I stop it, but will will I stop it?" I stop it?"
Daniel continued to hold his head in his hands, pressing against the flesh of his scalp with his fingers.
"Please, I beg of you . . . Will you make it stop?"
I could tell by the evil grin she tried to suppress with a studied frown that Thalia was pleased with his response.
"Because you asked nicely." She waved her hand and Daniel convulsed on the floor.
"Now isn"t that better," she purred, finally stalking over to where he lay, dazed. She waved her hand and-like magic, because that"s exactly what it was-a chair appeared beside her. She sat down and crossed her legs, the tiny skirt riding up her thigh in a very deliberate fashion. It was so gross to watch my sister parading herself over Daniel, flaunting her skin and limbs as a lure.
"What do you want?" Daniel asked, sitting up now that the pain had seemingly evaporated. He was wearing a torn white V-neck T-shirt I recognized and a pair of ratty burgundy cords I hadn"t been able to get him to part with when he moved in, no matter what bribe I offered him.
"I think you have an idea of what I"m after," Thalia said, playing with the thin gold watch on her wrist. I"d never seen it before and I wondered who"d given it to her. Now that she was a widow-months ago Daniel and I had made short work of her demon husband, Vritra-I didn"t doubt there were a number of suitors willing to drop a fortune on baubles in hopes of winning her heart, whether she was in prison or not.
"Why don"t you just cut the bulls.h.i.t," Daniel said, his face scarlet with anger, "and tell me what you want from me?"
Thalia laughed, peals of staccato burbling that made me want to retch. I watched Daniel, to see how he was taking it all, and he looked perplexed.
"You"re so precious," my sister cooed again. "I couldn"t imagine what Calliope saw in you until right now."
Yuck, I thought. I thought.
"But that is neither here nor there," she continued. "I want what you want, Daniel. I want to rule the Afterlife."
Daniel snorted in derision.
"That"s not what I want-"
Thalia didn"t let him finish, interrupting him midsentence.
"You want the Devil out of h.e.l.l, and the only way to do that is to put him in Heaven, where he rightly belongs."
Daniel stood up and began to pace. He was like a caged lion, all muscle and swagger. I wanted to go to him, wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his sweet lips. I wanted his ice blue eyes holding mine, rea.s.suring me that everything was going to be okay . . . but that might never happen again. Mostly because I"d done everything in my power to push him away during the course of our relationship, since I"d been scared of what he really meant to me. I was an idiot and now I was gonna pay for my stupidity.
"Explain," Daniel said, stopping in the middle of the room to stare at my sister.
She nodded, sensing that he might just be amenable to her plans after all.
"The Devil wants to challenge G.o.d for the rule of Heaven. To do that, he needs help. My My help-which he will receive so long as he holds up his end of the bargain we"ve struck. What that bargain entails, of course, is none of your business. Suffice it to say, none of this will be possible until we are a.s.sured that there will be no opposition from Death, Inc. This is where you come in," she purred. "I need help-which he will receive so long as he holds up his end of the bargain we"ve struck. What that bargain entails, of course, is none of your business. Suffice it to say, none of this will be possible until we are a.s.sured that there will be no opposition from Death, Inc. This is where you come in," she purred. "I need your your help and I am prepared to offer you the presidency of Death, Inc.-once the Devil has a.s.sumed his new position, of course-in order to get it." help and I am prepared to offer you the presidency of Death, Inc.-once the Devil has a.s.sumed his new position, of course-in order to get it."
Thalia paused, waiting for Daniel to weigh in-which, to my utter shock, he did.
"But I have no interest in running Death, Inc. My allegiance is to the minions of h.e.l.l."
Thalia nodded.
"Yes, I a.s.sumed as much. I"ll make a deal with you, then. One, I a.s.sure you, you will have a hard time turning down."
She paused for effect and the whole show was so calculatedly pretentious that I really wanted to gag myself with a spoon.
"I will give you h.e.l.l. You can do with it whatever you want," she continued finally, "with no one looking over your shoulder or challenging your wishes. You just have to do one teensy thing for me first."
"And what"s that?" Daniel asked.
Thalia shrugged.
"Now that my father is gone-"
I didn"t like where my sister was going with this one bit, and Daniel, thankfully, had the decency to look uncomfortable with this train of thought, too.
"Right now, Death is ineffectively split between you and Calliope, so neither of you wields ultimate control," Thalia continued. "Things will remain this way until you challenge my sister, best her, and a.s.sume total control of the job by drinking from the Cup of Jamshid. Until this is accomplished, she will remain a threat to everything I hold dear."
I froze, unable to breathe as I waited for Daniel to tell my sister where she could go shove it.
"And all I have to do is fight Callie and drink from the Cup of Jamshid?"
Thalia nodded, but didn"t push the issue, letting Daniel come to his own conclusions. He appeared to be mulling the idea over in his mind, weighing all sides of the proposition.
"And she won"t be hurt. She"ll be allowed to continue with her life, no strings attached? A real human being like she"s always wanted?"
My sister grinned mischievously-and Daniel, the trusting nimwit, didn"t have my invisible vantage point, so he couldn"t see Thalia crossing her fingers behind her back, making any promises she agreed to effectively null and void.
"Of course, Daniel," Thalia said, looking indignant. "She"s my sister. I wouldn"t harm a hair on her pretty little head."
"I still don"t know-" he started to say, but Thalia closed the gap between them, resting her hand on his muscular chest-which only made me want to tear her eyes out with my fingernails.
"Why don"t you ask me what your alternative is, Daniel, darling?" she murmured, her lips inches away from his. I could see Daniel struggling against the urge to kiss her-and Thalia smiled, knowing she had him in the palm of her hand.
"What is my alternative?" He gulped.
She reached down and grabbed his crotch, her bloodred nails like sharpened talons digging into his most delicate man bits.
"I"ll tear your b.a.l.l.s off with my bare hands and make you eat them while I watch," she said matter-of-factly. "Not much of an alternative, is it?"
Daniel shook his head and she released her hold on his b.a.l.l.s, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She"d definitely put the fear of ball-less-ness in my usually fearless fellow.
"Okay, then." Daniel nodded, swallowing hard. "I guess I have no other choice."
I wasn"t sure I"d heard him. I shook my head and willed him to repeat what he"d just said, but in the negative.
"You"ll do it?" Thalia breathed, clapping her hands together in happiness.
"I"ll do what you want," Daniel said, wary now. "So long as Callie goes free."
Like an ax to my heart . . . his words split me in two, severed my soul from my body, sent me spinning into s.p.a.ce like an errant satellite. I"d been betrayed, and by the person I"d expected it from the least. I was on fire with heartache and it was the most miserable feeling I"d ever endured. I couldn"t even begin to process the rest of what Thalia had said about my dad, about Daniel and me splitting Death . . . I couldn"t focus, I felt myself sliding back into the wall, letting the smooth stone envelop my body, steal me away from the horrible betrayal I"d witnessed.
I closed my eyes, the scene repeating itself on the backs of my eyelids, etched in my memory for all eternity-and then a cool, soothing blackness fell upon me and I ceased to think anymore. I let my brain shut down, and as I let my soul fall away . . .
I opened my eyes.
I was lying in marsh gra.s.s, the itchy plant sheaths poking into the back of my neck and shoulders. At first, it was pleasant just to lie there, looking up at the sky as it graduated from the blue of day to the orange of sunset. My brain was free of any conscious thought; all I could do was marvel at the beauty blossoming above me. Then, like a knife slitting apart my reality, the memory of Daniel"s betrayal bloomed inside me and I almost cried out because the physical pain of my heart breaking was so terrible.
"Are you all right?" Hyacinth said. I turned my head to find the giant woman sitting on the gra.s.s beside me. Concern was rife on her face and I guessed I"d been pretty vocal while I was dreaming. I reached out and took Hyacinth"s hand, squeezing it as hard as I could to blot out the hurt.
"Daniel . . . He . . . It"s over," I cried, the tears leaking from eyes, unbidden. "And my dad, too. Something terrible-"
I couldn"t get the words out. They got stuck in my throat and I couldn"t breathe. I sat up, putting my head in between my knees so I wouldn"t pa.s.s out. Hyacinth didn"t question me; she just put her hand on my back and rubbed the tension away as best she could.
"What am I gonna do?" I whispered, my voice cracking as I fought down my grief. "I don"t know what I"m gonna do."
"That"s why your father asked me to be your guardian," Hyacinth said. "To look after you and protect you if something . . . like this should ever happen."
I lifted my head to look at her.
"He thought something bad was going to happen?"
She nodded.
"He hoped not, but he made arrangements just in case."
That made me feel a little less worried, but it wasn"t enough to rest any real hopes on.
"Daniel is going to challenge me," I whispered. "And I don"t think I can win. I don"t think I want to."