The Prophecy

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“No.”

  He paused, fridge door open as he looked over at me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Yes. I’m thirsty.”

  Seth winked as he grabbed another bottle. “I hate the idea of you having to do anything that puts you in danger.” Walking over to me, he handed me the bottle. “To be honest, it terrifies me, but if I would do anything to make sure our child grows up in a world not terrorized by Titans, I know you would do the same.”

  The plastic bottle crinkled under my grip. “You know I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize the baby.”

  “I know.” Taking a drink, he then placed the bottle on the small, brown end table. “But that doesn’t mean at some point you’re not going to be in a situation where it’s dangerous. You stayed here and it wasn’t exactly safe.”

  It hadn’t been. Not when you had jerk-face pures running around and Furies being unleashed. Unscrewing the cap, I then took a drink. “So, we should go ahead and do this. Alex and Aiden said they’d keep an eye on Erik, and we have Deacon and Luke with Cora and Gable. There’s no point in delaying this.”

  “We should probably wait until the library closes before we head in there and try to blow up walls.”

  “Good point.” I grinned, but it quickly faded. “And if there isn’t anything behind those walls? I honestly don’t know what to do at that point.”

  Seth took my hand and led me over to the couch. “Then we come up with something else.” Sitting down, he pulled me into his lap. I held onto the water as I slid against his stomach. “That’s what we do.”

  Sometimes Seth made things sound so simple. I took a drink of the water as I leaned against him, letting my head rest against his shoulder. “You know what I’ve been wondering?”

  “How I’m so awesome?”

  I laughed softly. “No. I already know why.” I ran my fingers along the label on the bottle. “Do you wonder why the Titans have been so quiet after taking control of Chicago? We haven’t heard a single thing. And when you guys went to get Erik, they didn’t show up.”

  “I do wonder.” He looped an arm around my waist. “I think they’re scared after what happened to Hyperion.” His thick lashes shielded his eyes. “I’m not saying that to be cocky. I don’t think they expected me to be able to do what I can. Killing Hyperion caught them off-guard. They’ve entrenched themselves and are lying low.”

  “Or they’re planning something other than laying waste to the city.” A shiver curled its way down my spine as I turned to put the water on the end table next to the couch and saw a red light blinking on the phone. “Hey, we have a message.”

  Stretching over, I hit the play button and a female voice filled the room. “Good morning, this is Dr. Morales and this message is for Seth and Josie. I have good news for you. I’ve found an OBGYN who is ready to see you two as soon as you like. Give us a call back and we’ll give you the contact information.

  The message ended, and my gaze found Seth’s. Those lashes had lifted, and the amber eyes churned with emotion. A slow grin tugged at my lips. “Our life is so…it’s so weird.”

  Chapter 25

  Seth

  The morning started off more than just weird.

  Luke and Deacon stood shoulder to shoulder before Josie and me, and I knew before they even opened their mouths, this wasn’t going to be good.

  Probably because both of them were up this early.

  “We just ran into Laadan and Marcus, and we just learned the most messed-up thing ever,” Luke started.

  “Really? The most messed-up thing?” Josie was finishing her braid, wrapping a band at the end, securing the strands. “There’s been a lot of messed-up things lately.”

  “Yeah, but this takes the cake.” Deacon leaned into Luke. “Marcus heard back from campus security. They reviewed the tapes.”

  “And they found what?” Impatience crowded my tone. Josie and I had plans today and a lot to get done.

  “They found nothing,” Luke answered.

  “Nothing?” Josie frowned as she rested her hands on her hips. “What does that mean?”

  “It means no one entered the morgue other than one of the doctors, and they left about ten minutes later. Not carrying a body out.” Deacon glanced at me. “They checked the film to see if anyone messed with it, and there were no cuts or anything like that. His body just…it disappeared.”

  My mouth opened, but I had no idea how the hell to respond to that. At all. Bodies didn’t just up and disappear.

  “Is that possible?” Josie exclaimed.

  Deacon’s eyes widened. “Not as far as I know.”

  “But…how?” Josie twisted toward me. “How could his body just disappear inside the morgue?”

  “I don’t know.” I dragged a hand over my head, clasping the back of my neck. “I mean, we all have seen some strange shit, but this…” I was actually kind of speechless.

  “Yeah.” Luke shook his head. “We told Marcus we’d let you guys know. He’s going to have the doctor who was in the morgue interviewed to see if he possibly had something to with it.”

  But…

  There was an unspoken “but” there, because the film would’ve captured Colin’s body being removed.

  Luke and Deacon parted ways with us at that point, and we headed outside. Josie was quiet as we walked to the infirmary. I knew she was thinking about Colin—about him and her father, about the demigods and the Titans. Her head had to be in a million places.

  “We’ll figure out what happened to Colin’s body,” I told her. “It couldn’t have just disappeared.”

  “I know,” she whispered, and I knew she wasn’t entirely confident in that belief.

  Neither was I.

  Worst part was we had so much going on, it was something neither of us could focus on at the moment, which also had to cause a hefty amount of guilt for Josie.

  Dr. Morales was busy with a patient, but the receptionist handed over a slip of paper with the doctor’s information on it. As we walked out, I asked, “Where’s the doctor?”

  Josie studied the little card. “Looks like the doctor’s office is in Manhattan.” She peeked up at me. “I’ve never been to New York.”

  “First time for everything.” I nudged her with my hip as we made our way down the path. There was no one out but Guards and Sentinels. Marcus had put a curfew in place due to the violence, but it was early in the day and there was not a student to be seen. “Manhattan is pretty cool. You’ll like it.”

  “Dr. Morales wrote a note on the back of the card.” She flipped it over. “She says we can call their office at any time, and they’re expecting to hear from me.”

  I nodded at a Guard we passed. “Want to call them now?”

  “I…I think we should do what we’re planning to do first.” Reaching behind her, she slipped the little card into the pocket of the loose dress she wore. “We’ll call the doctor’s office afterward.”

  “You want to wait?”

  Nodding, she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah. It’s something to look forward to. You know, just in case we get nowhere with the gods, we’ll end the day on a high note.”

  That brought a smile to my lips as I reached over, tugging her braid. “I like the way you think.”

  Her smile warmed then. “It’s because I’m brilliant.”

  “Now, don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

  Gasping, she smacked my arm as we rounded the courtyard and the library came into view. “Ass.”

  I laughed.

  Josie shook her head, but with each step we took, the lightness faded from her. “This was…this is where Colin died.”

  Gods. Clasping her hand, I didn’t know what to say as we walked down the wide path. There were cracks in the marble I didn’t remember seeing before.

  “There was so much…blood and gore, but they’ve cleaned everything up. It almost looks like nothing happened.” She pressed her lips together as we reached the steps. “But I can…I can still see it.” Stari
ng at the wall of the library, she let out a shaky breath. “And we don’t even know where Colin’s body is or how it just vanished.”

  Stopping at the top, I turned to her and pulled her forward. Folding my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her head down and kissed the top.

  She lingered, our chests close but not quite touching. A moment passed and then she stepped back. “I’m okay.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “I mean, I’m okay to do this.”

  “I didn’t think that you weren’t.”

  “Really?” Josie’s laugh was hoarse. “I’ve been a hot mess since yesterday—well, probably before then.”

  “You haven’t been a hot mess,” I corrected, flashing a quick grin. “No one, especially me, would hold it against you. You’ve been through a lot. If someone thought you weren’t dealing, they either aren’t paying attention or they’ve lived a sweet life and never had to deal with shit.”

  “Thank you.” She stretched up and kissed my cheek. “I just want you to know that my head is screwed on right for this. I’m ready.”

  “Damn straight you are. Let’s do this.”

  We made it about five feet and discovered our first obstacle. “The door is locked.” Josie stepped back with a frown, scanning the sign that read CLOSED. “Must be because of what happened yesterday.”

  “Locks really aren’t an issue for me.” Taking her hand, I winked. “Hold on.”

  Josie’s soft gasp was lost in my laugh as I used the godly way of entering the building. She squeezed my hand so hard I thought she might actually break a bone when we reappeared just inside the doors.

  “That is still so weird,” she said, swallowing. “Okay. Wow. The closed library is actually going to work in our benefit.”

  “Yeah, it is. I really didn’t want a librarian screaming while I blew a hole in a wall.”

  Josie chuckled as she pulled her hand free and started to walk between the empty tables. “Would’ve been entertaining, though.”

  I snickered as I followed her. “Marcus is going to be so mad.”

  “Maybe not.” She looked over her shoulder. “If we come back with good news, I think he’ll get over the damage we’re about to cause.”

  I didn’t know about that. Marcus was not a fan of destruction of property, but oh well.

  “This is where the doors were,” Josie said as she walked under the staircase and pointed at the wall. “Three of them. Right here.”

  I eyed the area. “And it was the center door?”

  Josie nodded. “Yes.”

  “All right. Stand back.” Lifting my arm, I waited until Josie was behind me and then I let a bolt of akasha smack into the wall. It was like a crack of thunder, and dust plumed into the air. Bricks evaporated under the energy. Pulling the energy back, I found I hadn’t created the biggest gap in the wall. Just big enough for both of us to slip through.

  As the dust settled, Josie stepped out from behind me. “Hot damn. It’s still here.”

  A brightly lit hallway appeared beyond the dust. “Finally,” I said. “Something is going right.”

  “I know.” Josie stepped around me. “From what I remembered, there is really nothing in this hall until you reach the end.” She walked ahead, her pace brisk. “Crap. I forgot.”

  “Forgot what?” I stopped behind her.

  “Dammit.” She turned to me. “See that marble wall? Medusa touched it or waved her hand and a door appeared. Maybe…” She sprang forward, smacking the wall.

  I arched a brow. “That didn’t work.”

  She scowled. “Then why don’t you try it? Maybe it will work for you, because you’re so damn special.”

  Smirking, I sauntered past her and placed my hand on the wall. “Open sesame.”

  “Really?” She slowly looked at me.

  “You have a better—whoa.” I jerked my hand back. The atmosphere appeared to ripple, warping the marble. Electricity charged the air, and the glyphs sparked alive, racing across my skin.

  “It’s doing it!” Josie whirled, her eyes bright.

  The wall was definitely doing something. The marble expanded and then shrunk back. A tear appeared at the top and then split down the center, peeling back to reveal a wooden door with vertical slats held together by a dark metal. Hinges creaked as it opened.

  “Holy shit,” I murmured, glancing down at my hand. “Maybe the world needs to stop making fun of ‘open sesame?’”

  Josie looked at me weirdly as she started forward. A flame, unsettled by the burst of air, flickered from a large torch jutting out from a wall. There were more torches, placed every so many feet. Their soft glow bathed statues of—“Dear gods, these are the men Medusa turned to stone.”

  “Yeah, I think we should definitely pick up our pace,” Josie quipped.

  My eyes widened on the back of her head. I was pretty confident that Medusa could even turn gods to stone.

  The further we went down the hall, I realized the same glyphs that currently had my skin buzzing were etched into the walls. An odd shiver tiptoed down my spine.

  “I really hope they don’t take my presence as an all-out declaration of war.”

  Josie stopped as her mouth dropped open. “I didn’t even think about that.”

  I grinned. “Well, it’s a little late for that.”

  She stared at me and then sighed as she started walking again. “You know, I think if they had a problem with us being here, they would’ve already intervened.”

  Hopefully that was the case.

  We reached another door and Josie pushed on it before I had a chance to tell her to slow down. The door swung open, and…and glittering sunlight poured in from a grassy meadow of blue and purple wildflowers.

  At first I couldn’t move. It was like every muscle locked up, and then I was moving without realizing it, as if I were somehow compelled to enter.

  The moment the sunlight touched my skin, I inhaled deeply, and it was like taking the first hit of the purest drug. Energy rushed through me, drenching my skin and seeping through my muscles before settling into my bones.

  I came to a complete standstill again.

  My skin hummed with energy as I stared at the trees crowding the edge of the meadow. I felt…I felt like I did after I fed.

  Josie turned to me. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” My voice was hoarse as my gaze shifted to her. “It’s the…it’s the aether. I can feel it.”

  “I felt it too, even the first time here. The air is heavy with it.” She bit down on her lip. “This is where I saw the Pegasus and the twelve icons. Medusa said that whenever there was activity near the gateways—”

  Wind picked up, stirring the thin wisps of hair around Josie’s temples and shaking the heavy tree limbs. Instinct propelled me forward, to stand in front of Josie.

  Something was coming—something very powerful.

  And it wasn’t a Pegasus.

  A column of shimmering light appeared in front of us, and in the center stood a god.

  “Hermes,” I said as the shimmering light faded into nothingness. “Long time no see.”

  Chapter 26

  Josie

  My eyes widened as I stared at the messenger. I remembered reading about him in the Myths textbook. He was the second-youngest of all the Olympian gods and was also known as the “divine trickster.”

  To me, he resembled what I imagined angels looked like.

  He was tall and had a head full of curly blond hair, reminding me of Deacon. Those all-white eyes creeped me out.

  One side of his lips curled up. “Has it really been that long, Seth?”

  “Not long enough,” Seth muttered, and I shifted my gaze to him. “What do we owe the honor of your presence?”

  The god laughed. “I am here to escort you.”

  “To where?” Seth demanded.

  “To commune with the gods, where else?” That half-grin spread. “Is that not why you two have come here? They’re waiting.”

  “That is why we came,” I ans
wered before Seth said something ridiculously antagonistic. “I think we’re just surprised that they would be, uh, accommodating of our unexpected visit.”

  “Unexpected?” Hermes laughed and the sound carried. “Your visit is not unexpected.”

  “Well, that’s not creepy or anything,” Seth replied dryly.

  Hermes winked. “Come.”

  He didn’t give us much of an option. Turning, he walked toward the tree line, and I had no idea if we should follow him or not. My heart felt like it was going to claw its way out of my chest. Were we just going to blindly follow this god? I exchanged a long look with Seth. He nodded as he took my hand and squeezed.

  I guess it really was too late to change our minds.

  Following Hermes, I wondered how far we had to walk or where we were being led, but as soon as we stepped under the first tree, the air started to ripple around us. I sucked in a startled breath as the trees above us fragmented.

  “Seth,” I gasped, eyes going wide.

  His hand tightened as he tugged me to his side while the limbs and leaves faded. Deep blue skies appeared. The grass under our feet hardened and turned to marble. Tree trunks thinned out, replaced by thin olive trees and columns covered in grapevines. Statues appeared out of thin air, six on each side of the pathway, each one as tall as a giant.

  “What the hell?” Seth demanded.

  “It’s an illusion, the forest,” Hermes explained, sounding bored. “If you were to get this far without a guide like me, you’d walk an eternity trapped in the illusion.”

  “That…that wouldn’t be good.” I eyed the statues, quickly realizing that each one held something in their hand. A helmet. A bow. A harp. A trident. A spear. “These statues…”

  Hermes looked over his shoulder. “This is the Isle of the Gods and that is the Great Pantheon.”

  “The Great…” Seth trailed off as a massive structure came into view.

  It was a massive dome-shaped building supported by thick columns. The structure was a pristine white, as if dust or rain had never touched it. The dome appeared to be made of some sort of glass as it seemed to reflect the clouds…except there were no clouds.

  Off in the distance there were soft trills from birds, but I didn’t see a single one as we neared the Pantheon. There was a rustle, though, coming from behind the trees. My head swung to the right, and I stopped short, catching a glimpse of something white and winged.