“What’s the best way to create an emotional outburst?” I ask.
We deliberate an answer, listening to the rapid flapping of a hummingbird’s wings just outside the window.
I shoot upright and smack my forehead with the heel of my hand. “I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I think of this right when Nicholas said it?”
Laylen watches me pace the room with determination. “Care to share what your brilliant mind’s thinking?”
I halt in the middle of the room. “Death.”
His mouth sinks to a dubious frown. “Look Gemma, I know you saved him once before, but I don’t think killing him is a good idea. He might not come back this time.”
“He’s not the one who’s going to die.” My gaze coasts to the window where the lake shimmers across the land. “I am.”
Chapter 11
Laylen moves his finger from side to side in front of my eyes. “Did you hit your head or something?” He dips his head, inspecting my pupils. “Maybe you have a concussion.”
“I don’t have a concussion.” I step back and fold my arms. “Nicholas said to evoke emotion from him and what better way to do it than for me to die.”
“Because you’d be dead.” He sinks down on the foot of the bed and slumps his head in his hands. “That’s the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
“I wouldn’t actually die.” I sit next to him. “I’d just scare him enough that he’d think I was going to if he didn’t save me.”
He raises his head, looking aggravated. “Don’t you think you’ve already tested death a few too many times? One of these times you might fail the test and there won’t be a retake.”
I fidget with my locket, clicking it open and shut. “I know, but I can’t let him be controlled by a mummified corpse. I have to save him.”
“Then do something else,” he says. “Piss him off, make him happy. Do anything else but scare the crap out of him.”
“I’ve already pissed him off. And making him happy would be hard, since he has a vendetta to hurt me. Fear is a really strong emotion, Laylen. It can come out of nowhere and is really difficult to control or turn off with the snap of a finger.”
He huffs a breath and falls back onto the bed melodramatically. “Gemma Lucas, you drive me absolutely crazy sometimes. You know that?”
“I know.” I collapse beside him with my arms above my head. “But it wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t.”
He shakes his head. “So what’s your plan then? How do we make it look like you die?”
“The lake.” I flip over to my stomach and boost up on my elbows. “I can’t swim. So if I go out there and he thinks I’m going to drown, it’ll scare him enough that he’ll save me and hopefully it’ll kick the Lost Soul to the curb.”
“And what if he doesn’t?” he asks. “Then what?”
I pinch his arm playfully. “Then you’ll save me.”
He deliberates my plan. “Well, you know I can’t pass up saving a damsel-in-distress. But I’m telling you right now, the moment I see you going under, I’m jumping in.”
“So how do we stage it?” I contemplate. “We need a way to get him out of the house and by the lake.”
“And away from Blondie down there,” he adds, nodding his head at the door.
My lip twitches with jealousy. “Why is she even here?”
“She said it was because she wanted to pay a visit,” Laylen explains with suspicion. “But I think it’s a little strange that she shows up when Alex is possessed.”
“And because the last time we saw her, you threatened to kill her unless she took her death out of my hands.” I grin, enjoying the memory.
“She’s up to something,” Laylen speculates. “And we need to find out what. The last thing we need is Death Girl hanging around making our lives harder.”
“We’ll start with the Lost Soul situation. Then we’ll get to the bottom of her hidden agenda.” I get to my feet, offer my hand, and tug him up.
“Then after that, we’ll get your mark back,” he says with an encouraging smile.
I smile back, but it’s fake. I have an inkling I’ll never have the Foreseer mark again.
***
I tell Laylen I’ll meet him in the library. There’s something I want to check on real quick. I work my hand underneath the mattress and retrieve the Foreseer’s book. It contains the history of the Foreseers and the secrets of who they are and what they can do. I search the pages, hoping there’s an answer on how to get my mark back. With each page, my heart sinks, until I come across one, not about the mark, but about something equally as interesting.
There are certain cases where Foreseers possess extraordinary gifts. These particular Foreseers can reach beyond the norm of reading visions, going as far as controlling visions or at least manipulating them. They can spark the mind to believe things that aren’t real and invade…
I turn to the next page. It’s blank. I run my fingers along the binding. Not blank. Torn out.
“You have got to be kidding me.” I huff, slamming the book. What does it mean? Invade what? Someone’s mind?
The door opens and Laylen peeks his head in. “You coming?”
“Yeah.” I kick the book under the bed.
We go to the library. Aislin has Alex cornered, waving her finger viciously at him. There’s a stern lecture in place and I’m surprised she hasn’t stunned him with her magic yet. Stasha’s gone, but I’m not holding my breath she’s left our lives forever.
“It’s okay Aislin.” I wiggle my way between them, freeing Alex from her fury. “We were going to go for a walk. You want to come?”
Aislin’s eyebrows dip together and her hands descend to her side. “You’re going to do what?” She lowers her voice, her green eyes pressing the severity. “Don’t we have bigger problems to solve?”
“That’s what we’re doing.” I widen my eyes, trying to get her to understand. “We’re going outside to fix the problem.”
She nods, comprehending. “Gotcha.” She links arms with Laylen and they head for the door.
“Are you coming?” I ask Alex.
“Why would I?” He moves from the wall, bumping his shoulder into mine. “I have better things to do.”
“Yeah, but what fun is that.” I speed by him, purposefully stepping on his toe. “You’ll be all by yourself with no one to torture.” Laylen shoots a warning look, before he and Aislin exit the room. I put my game face on, ready to tango with the Lost Soul. But on the inside, I’m jittery and terrified. “You know you want to. I mean, think about it. What better way to spend the afternoon then tearing my heart apart."
His eyes flame with malice and a chill courses through my body. In three long strides, he’s backed me into the corner, the bookshelf stabbing into my back.
“You stupid little girl,” he growls, his eyes black and untamed. “You think you can out smart me.”
Holy shit. “Who are you?”
“You already know that answer,” he breathes hotly. “That’s why you’re trying to get me to follow you. Don’t think you can fool me with your mortal tricks.”
“Do you have a name?” I ask, my shoulders stiffening. “Or does the Queen just refer to you as Lost Soul number whatever? From what I’ve seen, you guys are nothing to her.”
His hands clamp down on the bookshelf, restraining my head between his arms. “Say whatever you want. Your time will come.”
I gulp, but keep my gaze fixed on him. “And why hasn’t it yet?”
“Te sunt seruatis unum.” His lips curl. “But it will come.”
I latch onto the words, because I can’t translate them. My eyes search Alex’s, hoping for a small piece of him still thriving inside. His eyes are empty—soulless.
“Alex.” I take on a new approach. “Please come back to me. Don’t let him take you.”
His hands slide down my shoulders, down my arms, and stop at my wrists. He clutches forcefully, bruising my skin. “Maybe this is really him and he’s finally showing his true colors.”
I open my mouth, but then clamp it shut, knowing my voice will shake.
He shoves back, his calm demeanor returning. “Have fun on your walk.” He saunters out, leaving me with my worry and the fear that it might be too late to save him.
***
Laylen and Aislin are waiting for me under a tree at the edge of the lake, the leafy limbs shading the remaining trickle of sunlight. Dusk is taking over, blanketing the land with darkness.
“Where is he?” Laylen asks as I approach them.
I drop down on the grass, tucking my legs under me. “Alex, or should I say the Lost Soul, isn’t coming. I think it might be worse than we thought.” I raise my arms, showing them the welts forming where he gripped me. “The Lost Soul spoke to me.”
Laylen takes my arm and examines my wrist with shock. “Alex did this to you?”
“No, The Lost Soul did,” I clarify.
“What did he say?” Aislin kneels up and covers her knees with her skirt.
I pick at the grass. “He said maybe it’s really Alex and he’s finally just showing his true colors.”
“You know that’s not true,” Aislin comforts me. “It’s the Lost Soul messing with your head.”
“I know.” I toss some grass in the air and watch it land in the water. “Te sunt seruatis unum.”
“What?” Aislin and Laylen gape at me.
“That’s the other thing he said,” I explain. “What does it mean?”
“It means you’re one of the protected ones.” Laylen fiddles with his lip ring.
“I’m protected from the Queen?” I support my elbow on my leg and let my chin fall in my hand. “Or protected from The Lost Souls?”