will account for every possible way in which this could get screwed up.
Bottom line, though… it can be done.
Also bottom line… I can’t go alone. Carrick will have to go with me. In fact, it would be best if Maddox and Lucien came, too, and that’s an awful lot for a puny human to ask for when we’re supposed to be stopping a prophecy that will doom the world.
Regardless, we’d need way more information than what I’ve been able to find. We’d need to know more about the Underworld, probably from an insider. I’m quite confident Carrick or Zaid have many Dark Fae contacts, so that goes on the to-do list I’ve titled, “Saving My Sister,” in my head.
Under that list, I have a sub-list called, “Ways In,” and there aren’t many options. Ozigeor was the foremost expert in summoning rituals to rip the veil and bring Dark Fae through to our side, so I assume he could do the reverse. But he’s dead, melted from the inside out by Kymaris.
A stone would get us in. Maybe Nimeyah would let us use hers, but I’m betting not.
Interestingly, while Rainey is a whiz at the books, Myles hits the internet for his research, and he apparently goes down deep into the dark web—the place seen on Dateline where people can hire contract killers and such.
Apparently, there’s also an online black market for mystical objects, and there are some stones for sale that purport to have “extraordinary magical properties”. They could be from the meteor, so that’s a possible avenue. Of course, I’m terrified Myles is now on some type of FBI watchlist or something, but that’s just something we’ll have to worry about if and when they come busting down our doors.
“You seem distracted,” Rainey mulls, and I lift my gaze to find her watching me over the edge of her coffee cup as she takes a sip.
No sense in lying. “I’m having a hard time concentrating on the prophecy.”
“Boy problems?” she asks, grinning knowingly.
“Girl problems,” I correct softly, and her expression hardens just a little because Rainey is not all that keen on me finding my long-lost sister. She thinks my twin is more sinister than not.
“You can’t get sidetracked by her,” Rainey points out almost primly.
“You can’t expect me to just put her out of my mind, Rainey. She was a baby—then a child—raised in Hell while surrounded by Dark Fae and daemons. She was abused when they funneled magic into her, she never knew an ounce of kindness, and she sure as hell wasn’t shown love. I don’t get how you can’t understand that she’s more important to me than the prophecy right now.”
Immediately, Rainey’s face gentles and she puts her cup down. “You’re absolutely right. I’m scared by the fact that she filled you with dark power, and, yes, I assumed the worst, and, yes, she probably did try to kill you but only because she’s scared. Of course, you want to save her, and she should be the most important thing to you right now.”
The sigh that comes out of me is so loud and exits from such a deep place that I realize I didn’t know how much I needed Rainey to understand this. How much I wanted someone to champion my deep-seated need to help Zora.
“You could try to reach out to her,” Rainey suggests, and I physically jerk in my chair before bolting up straight.
“You mean like… with a Ouija board or something?” I ask.
Rainey rolls her eyes. “Not unless she’s a ghost. But think about it, you two have a connection. You’ve successfully contacted her once, and she has you once, too—or so we think. We do still have to consider she may have been trying to kill rather than help you, and it’s entirely possible she wasn’t reaching out at all, but that you pulled on her powers. Regardless, I think it might be worth trying to see if you can establish a connection to communicate.”
Frowning, I ask, “How?”
“I don’t know,” Rainey replies in exasperation. “But you’re the one with angel powers in you. Figure out how to fire ’em up and bridge the divide.”
A thrill of excitement races up my spine, bolstered more by the fact this is actually Rainey’s idea and not mine, which means it’s not as harebrained as most.
“Let’s do it,” I exclaim, slapping my hand on the table.
“We need Zaid,” Rainey says confidently as she whips her phone out.
I become alarmed because it seems like what