me down to The Underworld where my mother was trapped.
But the idea that I would even consider this freaked me out just enough to jerk me back to reality, and I ran.
By the time I reached the front door of the castle, the air had gone ice-cold, and the clouds had started to rain down. I shivered in my wet clothes as I shoved the door open. Inside, the light was dusky, and the air wasn’t much warmer. Extending out on each side of me was a hallway, and in front of me was a marble stairway curving up to the second floor. Three options to choose from— three places I could go. But how was I supposed to choose, when I didn’t even know what I was looking for.
With a shaky breath, I preceded down the hallway to my right, my feet thudding against the rocky floor as I weaved my way further down it, feeling as though my feet were no longer in my control, as if my brain subconsciously knew where it was heading. I passed by doors, not bothering to check what was behind them, continuing to walk until the hallway hit a dead end. There was a set of heavy doors, and that was it. I knew without a doubt that this was where I was supposed to go.
With a trembling hand, I reached for the handle, but jerked back when thunder boomed from outside and scared the living daylights out of me. I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves, clicked the handle down and pushed open the door.
I’d seen this room before; instantly I was aware of that. There was a fireplace squaring the front wall, and a Persian rug spread across the stone floor. A single chair sat at the back of the room. This was the chair I hid behind in one of my visions; the one where I heard Demetrius and Stephan discussing how they had gotten rid of my mother and how they took care of me. There was no one in the room now, but I felt I needed to be here, because there was something I needed to see. But what?
Just as I thought it, a cold breeze whipped through my body and I gasped as I realized Stephan had walked right through me. My eyes widened. Holy crap. No one had ever walked through me in a vision. Yeah, I knew I was transparent to them and that I couldn’t touch them, but actually walking through me…and Stephan of all people…it gave me the chills.
Stephan strolled up to fireplace; the bright orange glow of the flames reflected in his dark eyes. I walked toward him slowly, my legs shaking more and more the closer I got.
I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, but I found myself staring at him—the man who’d taken away my life. His dark, soulless eyes, the scar on his left cheek, rough and jagged as if he’d been cut with a dull knife. When his gaze moved away from the fire and landed on me, I let out a gasp and quickly backed away.
His gaze did not move away from me. It locked on me like a target, making me tremble from head to toe. He can’t see you, I told myself. But then I remembered how, during the first time I had accidently slipped into a vision—the one that had taken me to this very room—Stephan had acted like he could sense I was there. I started to freak. What if he knew I was here?
The door creaked open behind me, and I jumped to the side as Sophia and a man with light hair and brown eyes walked into the room. It was strange seeing Sophia fourteen years younger. She practically looked the same, though, except with fewer wrinkles. Her auburn hair was still done perfectly, and she was sporting the same 1950’s TV sitcom look; wearing a cream colored dress with high-heeled shoes that matched.
“Where’s the girl?” Stephan asked the man whose name I didn’t know.
“She’s coming,” the man replied, bowing his head as if Stephan was some kind of king or something. “Marco is bringing her.”
So this was it. This was what I was supposed to see—my last day as a normal little girl. Well, normal except for the whole carrying-a-stars-power-in-me thing.
This was absurd. I didn’t want to see this.
I turned to leave, but the door opened again and Marco and Little Gemma walked in. My