I pressed the return call button and spoke to Beth while I waited for Dana to pick up. “Mom’s fine. She was crying, but she didn’t question our story.” Yet. “Meredith, are we ready?”
“Yes.” Meredith slipped her phone into her pocket and moved to her car, parked in the long grass on the side of a lonely country road. Behind it sat the cottage where we had spent the past two days recovering and planning. Recovering from the battle we lost and planning to win this war.
I climbed into the passenger side, and Dana answered as I pulled on my seatbelt. The car jerked as Meredith pulled off the grass and onto the road.
“Please tell me you’re alive and have a very good reason for not answering your phone,” Dana said.
“I’m alive and I have a very good reason for not answering my phone,” I said.
“Jayne, thank goodness,” she breathed, and I could picture her closing her eyes and letting out an exhale. “Now spill it,” she said, her voice lightening. “What’s going on?”
Where to start? I hadn’t even told her everything before this went down. “It was Karta. Or rather, this girl Samantha who used to be Karta. She thought she could buy her own immortality by stealing souls. She summoned hundreds of people to her to build a little army. I tried to stop her, I tried to free them, but I failed.”
“Wait, slow down, I’m lost,” Dana said. “Karta? Refresh me. Who is that?”
“Karta is one of the goddesses of fate,” I said. “She’s the one in charge of adults. She works with me under Laima’s direction.” I was, after all, the other goddess of fate.
“So isn’t she one of the good guys?”
“Was.” I glanced at my sister in the back seat, her gaze out the window as we drove down the two-lane highway. “When Samantha went on her power trip, she actually lost her powers. Beth is Karta now.” I felt a surge of pride in my sister, in her ability to step up and take charge in this situation.
“Whoa. This is freaky crazy.”
I took a deep breath, preparing myself to confess the biggest loss. “She took Aaron.”
Dana’s gasp echoed my own horror. “What does that even mean? She took him? Like, his soul belongs to her?”
“Exactly.” The tears pricked my eyes. “He’s one of her minions now.”
“But you can get him back, right? I mean, she’s not even a goddess any more.”
“You can bet on it.” I closed my hands around the edge of the door, my knuckles whitening with the tension. “We’ve already started on a plan.” Samantha—her mortal name—might not be a goddess anymore, but she’d paired herself with a powerful god, and he supported her plan. We would have to stop them both to save Aaron and the other souls.
“Can I help?”
I had Dana’s undivided attention, something I hadn’t had since she started school a few weeks ago. She was always so distracted with boys, or classes, or boys, or well, that was about it. I shook my head. “I wish there was something that could be done, but this is on us.”
“Will you let me know?”
Her voice sounded so pinched and worried that I nodded. “Of course. If I think of anything at all, I’ll let you know.”
We said our goodbyes, and I continued down the list of voicemails. The next one was from an unavailable number, and I wasn’t surprised to hear Lieutenant Bailey’s voice carrying across the line. The car slowed as Meredith put on her turn signal, and I looked up in time to see we’d merged onto the interstate. My stomach fluttered. We’d be home sooner than I wanted.
“Jayne, this is Lieutenant Bailey from the Lacey Township Police Department. Your mother put out a missing persons report on you and your sister, and due to our previous interactions, I thought I would personally call to see if you’re all right. Please return my call as soon as you get this, thank you.”
Oh, how sweet. He was worried about me. I went to the next voicemail.
“Hello, Jayne?”
The English accent filled me with dread, and I knew who the speaker was before she said.
“This is Elizabeth Chambers, Aaron’s mother. I haven’t heard from him in two days, and I wondered if you might know his whereabouts. It’s not like him to be so irresponsible. If he is with you, please tell him to call his mother. Thank you.”
Her words dripped with sarcastic innuendo, implying that if Aaron was acting irresponsible, it was totally my influence.
How I wished she were wrong.
I took a deep breath and held it. Then I looked at Meredith.
“That was Aaron’s mom. Wanted to know where he is. What do I do? Do I tell her?”
Meredith shot me a quick glance before turning her attention back to the steering wheel. “And say what? That he tried to save you by giving up his soul to a demonic Latvian god? I don’t think that’s gonna go over well.”
I snorted, realizing how insane that would sound. “I should tell her he’s missing, right?”
“What good will that do? She knows that much, doesn’t she? She wants answers, Jayne, and unless you’re able to give them to her, I would just play dumb.”
Meredith was right. I didn’t have any new information, no light to shed on the mystery.
I hit the number to call Mrs. Chambers back. She answered almost as quickly as my own mother had.
“Hello, this is Elizabeth.” The crisp British accent had an air of restless expectancy to it.
“Mrs. Chambers, this is Jayne,” I said. “Sorry, I’ve been away from my phone.”
“Where is Aaron?” she demanded, cutting me off.
For a moment I lost my train of thought, visualizing Aaron as I’d last seen him: pressed khaki pants, sweater vest, and empty, black eyes. Face devoid of emotion. I gathered my wits about me and said, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” I racked my brain, trying to think of how I would be acting if I really didn’t know anything. “Are you sure he didn’t tell you where he was going? How long has he been gone?”
“You’re not fooling anyone, Jayne,” she said, her voice cold. “He told me he was going to your house. That he was going to break up with you, Jayne Lockwood. Now I demand to know what you have done with my son.”
Chills went down my spine. She didn’t just think I was a bad influence; she thought I might have harmed him.
Which was crazy ironic, because the first time I saw a vision of Aaron’s future, it involved him being murdered by his future ex-wife.
“I haven’t seen Aaron,” I said.
“So if I talk to your parents, they won’t have seen him either?”
My mom might have seen Aaron when he came over to break up with me. “He came over, just like you said, but then he left. And we broke up. Happy? He broke up with me because of you.” I managed to throw some genuine indignation and hurt into my voice. “You told him I wasn’t good enough for him, that he needed to go back to England and get away from me. So that’s exactly what he did. It’s not my fault he doesn’t tell you everything. Why don’t you check the flight records and see which one he took back?”
My voice had taken on quite an angry energy, and I realized I was expressing my true feelings toward her, even if the circumstances were false.
Silence reigned on the line, and my conscience pricked me. I shouldn’t have spoken to her that way. Before I could apologize, she spoke again.
“All right, Jayne. If that’s how you want to play this. But I will definitely let the police know you were the last person who saw my son before he disappeared.”
I would have hung up on her, but she beat me to it. “Argh!” I tossed my phone onto the console, but not so far away I couldn’t reach it. I had a bad habit of throwing it across the room when I was angry and then having to track it down later.
“What?” Meredith asked, her voice tense. “What’s wrong?”
“That was Aaron’s mom. She said she’s going to tell the police I was the last person to see him before he disappeared. Definitely threatening me.”
“Sounds like you’ll have a
happy family with your in-laws,” Beth said from the back, her voice way too chipper.
“They’re not my in-laws,” I growled. Although, truthfully, I hoped they would be some day.
“She’s just making idle threats,” Meredith said. “Doesn’t she know anything? Maybe it’s different in England, but here in America, adults who disappear aren’t considered missing persons until there’s suspicion of foul play, which there won’t be since it looks like half of New Jersey disappeared over the weekend, but even if that weren’t the case, they would just consider him a runaway or someone hiding from his parents—”
“Thanks, Meredith,” I said, cutting her off. Her logic reassured me, but I wasn’t nervous about Mrs. Chamber’s accusations. It was the thought that someday I would have to share Aaron with that offensive woman that really got under my skin.
Provided, of course, that I really had successfully changed his fate and he wasn’t going to end up married to his ex-girlfriend Libby.
But what did any of that matter? Samantha had single-handedly changed the fate of hundreds of people, for the worse, and without Laima’s approval. Once again everything I knew about my powers descended into a confusing kaleidoscope around me, and I pressed the palms of my hands to my head before I couldn’t tell which way was up or down.
“I’m going to need to get gas in about twenty minutes,” Meredith said.
I lowered my hands away from my face and looked at her. “I’ll pay this time.” She’d covered the bill this entire trip and hadn’t even asked for help. “Hey, what about your dad? What did he say?”
“He handled it about the same as your mom, it sounds like. Just relieved to know I’m alive. My brother is well, he didn’t take off or anything, but lots of people did.”
My skin tingled with alarm as I thought of all the people who had received Samantha’s brainwashing letter. The majority had abandoned their homes and families to join her army. A small handful, however, had reacted badly, and a shocking number of suicides had plagued our township for the past few weeks.
“And how are we on the suicides?” I asked.
Meredith spared me a glance. “Well, I don’t really know. I haven’t looked it up.”
I didn’t blame her. Samantha had used one of Meredith’s poems to brainwash people. But it was another of her poems being used to cure people before they could fall under Samantha’s clutches. “Remember the police have the cure. I’m sure it’s been printed in the newspaper, maybe even shown on the news. Samantha won’t be able to abduct more people with your poem.”
Meredith pressed her lips together and nodded. “If only her power ended when she ceased to be Karta.”
If only. I exhaled.
“Yeah, about that,” Beth said. “I’m the new Karta. Everyone should have to listen to me.”
I gave a dry laugh. “It doesn’t exactly work that way.”
Meredith pulled off the interstate to a gas station. “If you need to stretch or use the bathroom, do it now. We won’t be stopping again until we’re home.”
I didn’t need to use the bathroom, but I did want to stretch. And my stomach was growling at me, even though we’d had a very filling breakfast of scones and orange juice at the sprite’s—no, what was the proper word for him? Kaukas. The kaukas had been very hospitable, providing food and beds for two days.
I followed Beth into the gas station, and we stood next to each other as we perused the chips.
“I’m almost as tall as you,” she said with a grin.
“Shut up,” I drawled back, bumping her shoulder with mine. It was true. Only in eighth grade, and Beth had nearly caught me. We could probably pass for twins, standing next to each other like we were, with the same wavy brown hair and fair skin. The biggest difference between us was her brown eyes and my blue-green ones. She picked a bag and turned slightly, her eyes scanning the rows around us.
And then she stiffened for half a second before her legs bent beneath her and she crumpled to the ground.
“Beth!” I dropped beside her, panic firing through my veins. Had something gone wrong? Was this a lingering effect of the battle we’d fought two days ago, of Beth receiving the goddess powers?
She looked up at me, tears glistening in her eyes. “Help me, Jayne.”
“Help you what?” I had my phone out, ready to call 911.
She closed it with her hand and pushed it away, then got to her feet. “To the car.”
“Okay.” I obliged her, abandoning her would-be purchases and helping her outside.
By the time we got to the car, she was walking on her own, though she still clutched my wrist. Meredith was just putting away the nozzle from the gasoline hose.
“What happened? Is she okay?” Meredith hovered like a frightened bird.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my tone short and tense with worry.
“I’m fine.” Beth pulled free of me and ran a hand through her hair before taking a deep breath. “I think I just had my first vision.”
I reared back, replaying in my mind the events in the convenient store. The way she’d looked around, the expression on her face right before she collapsed to the ground. “Did you?” I gasped. “What happened? Tell me about it!”
“It was awful.” Her lip trembled, but she kept going. “It was that man behind one of the coolers. Did you see him?”
I shook my head. I hadn’t noticed anyone except us.
“I didn’t know that was going to happen. I just glanced at him, and when he looked at me—” Her voice choked up. “I saw him die. No, I didn’t see it, I felt it! I was him, and I was on a motorcycle when I hit a patch of ice and lost control. I was terrified. I couldn’t stop, and I knew—” Beth’s breathing was coming in hard, fast. “I knew I was going to die. And then I did.” Her hands shook as she grasped mine, the tears welling up in her eyes. “Is that what it’s like, Jayne? Is that what’s going to happen to me?”
I squeezed her hands, my heart constricting for her. I knew she wasn’t asking if she was going to die in a motorcycle accident. She was asking if every vision was going to feel like she’d died. And I had no easy answer for her.
“Yes, Beth. They’re all like that.”
She closed her eyes, the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whimpered.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against my chest. I wished I could tell her it would get easier, but it wouldn’t. Every time I had a vision, every time I saw how someone was going to die, it tore me up inside. I died over and over and over again.
I pulled away, remembering the silver lining, the one ray of hope that saved me from going insane. “If you feel like he wasn’t supposed to die that way, you can petition Laima. You can change the outcome.”
She looked at me with shining eyes, hopeful. “What should I feel if I’m supposed to change it?”
I looked away, my own frustration over my inability to answer this question bubbling over. I still didn’t know. I didn’t feel something when I saw the visions, other than terror. Instead I used logic and tried to weigh the odds and decide whose life was more valuable than someone else’s. I didn’t know if I was being fair, even though that was my job as a goddess of fate.
“I don’t have the answer to that. Maybe you’ll get better at this than I am. You have to judge. You have to decide. But remember, every time someone’s life is prolonged, the years are taken off someone else’s life. The balance must be maintained.”
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes sort of glazed over. She muttered something to herself. I knew she was having second thoughts about taking on this role. “You’ve been doing this for years. If you don’t know, how am I supposed to?”
“I’ve been having visions for years, yes, but I didn’t figure out I was a goddess until a few months ago. I’m still learning.”
Meredith stood beside us, leaning against the car, obviously reluctant to intrude. She cleared her throat when we paused. “I’m all ga
ssed up. Shall we get out of here?”
I gave her a smile and climbed into the car. Beth got in behind me, still looking shaken. I turned around to face her, thinking of another question.
“What did you smell before you had the vision?”
“Cinnamon rolls. Just like Mom’s. That’s why I looked around.”
I faced forward again. Cinnamon rolls. A better smell than lemons, but now she would never be able to eat another cinnamon roll without thinking of dying people.
I never should’ve let her get involved in this.
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