“You think you know her?” he asked, pointing at me.
She nodded. “She’s the one he talks about all the time. The girl with the violet eyes—the star.”
Well, holy crap. She did know who I was. “Who told you about me?” I asked, stepping up beside Laylen.
She glanced up apprehensively at the top of the spiral stairs. “The man with the scar,” she whispered.
Stephan.
“Why did he tell you about her?” Laylen held out his arm in front of me, still trying to urge me to keep away from her.
“Because.” She tilted her head, examining me over with her unnatural bright yellow eyes. “I’m the half faerie, half Keeper he needs for his plan.”
She said it as if were nothing out of the ordinary, as if we should have known this bit of information already.
But it wasn’t normal. At all. It was one of those things that made your jaw smack to the floor. At least that’s what I thought until she tacked on, “And I’m his daughter.”
Chapter 15
It was one of those moments where time freezes. No one moved. No one talked. No one breathed. As if we all had forgotten how to.
Laylen was the first one to find his voice. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you are…Aislin and Alex don’t have a sister.”
“Oh, I’m only their half-sister.” She talked strange as if using her voice was foreign to her. “And they don’t know about me. My father keeps me hidden all the time. Down here.” She gestured at the rack.
“Of course he does,” Laylen said like something had just dawned on him.
“Why would he keep you hidden?” I asked.
“Keepers aren’t supposed to mix like that with fey,” Laylen explained to me, brushing his blue-tipped bangs away from his forehead. “There’s something about the blood…too much mythical creature on one side and not enough on the other that creates an imbalance.” He discretely nodded his head at the girl. “It makes things a little off.”
How off? “What’s your name?” I asked the girl.
She stuck out her hand awkwardly. “I’m Aleesa.”
Laylen shook her hand politely. “Nice to meet you Aleesa.”
I eyed over Aleesa and something didn’t add up. “You don’t really look like them. Alex and Aislin, I mean.”
“Oh, I get my looks from my mother. She was fey,” she said, like it explained everything.
It didn’t.
“It’s actually true,” Laylen told me, finally lowering his arm from in front of me. “Many of the fey have bright yellow eyes and dark hair like hers. Nicholas was an exception.”
Nicholas. It felt like someone was choking me. “So Stephan is your father,” I croaked and Laylen gave me a funny look.“I mean, he created you for the plan…the end of the world plan.”
She nodded. “Yes, I am his half-faerie, half-Keeper sacrifice he needs. I am what will bind the fey to him.”
My eyes widened. “Sacrifice?”
“Yes,” she said simply, her hands behind her back as she rocked forward on her toes.
The poor girl. She thought this was all alright.
I gazed around at the torture chamber, the rock walls, the cold cement floor, the rack. “How long have you been down here?”
She considered this, a look of perplexity twisting across her face. “I’m not sure. Forever, I think.”
I shuddered. “Well, what about your mom? Where’s she?”
“Oh, she’s gone,” she said with a shrug. “She left me.”
I had no idea what to do with this. Obviously, we couldn’t just leave her down here to be tortured by her own father. But she also made me kind of edgy because she seemed a little off her rocker.
“Laylen can I talk to you for just a second.” I backed away toward the tunnel, motioning him to follow me.
“What’s up?” Laylen asked when we reached the edge of the tunnel.
“What are we going to do with her?” I said in a low voice
He glanced over his shoulder at Aleesa, who was fiddling with a hole in the hem of her worn-out blue dress. “I guess take her with us.”
His answer didn’t really surprise me. That was the kind of guy Laylen was. “But is she…I don’t know…” I tucked a piece of my long brown hair behind my ear. “She seems a little off. What if she flips out on us or something?”
His eyes filled with anguish. “I could flip out on you and yet you’re still with me.”
“Yeah, but you’re…you. I trust you more than I trust anyone.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
I sighed. “We’ll take her with us, then. But just keep an eye on her.” I started for Aleesa, but stopped. “And I’ll always trust you, Laylen. I’ll trust you forever.”
Getting Aleesa to leave with us proved to be a difficult task. First off, she kept saying over and over and over again that she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. But after some persuading, she finally agreed. That just left the task of trying to keep her quiet while we snuck upstairs to get my mom. I was worried she might snap and start screaming again or something. This was a concern of Laylen’s too, and I suggested that maybe we should leave her here and pick her up on our way out. But after some deliberation, we decided we should take her just in case we had to make an emergency exit.
We crept up the spiral staircase, Laylen in front of me, Aleesa trailing along behind me. My palm sweated profusely against the handle of the Sword of Immortality and suddenly, I started to panic about having it in my hand. Why did Alex give me the sword? I wasn’t a Keeper. I hated to think it—considering who the leader of the Keepers is—but being a Keeper right now would have been real handy. I’ve seen Alex, Aislin, and even Laylen in motion; they were fast, strong, and graceful, and I really could have used these things at the moment.
“Okay,” Laylen whispered when we reached the top of the stairs. “I have no idea what’s on the other side of this door, so get ready.”
I nodded, but my legs were shaking like a new born fawn learning how to walk. Laylen took a deep breath and creaked open the door, sticking the knife out in front of him like a master sword fighter, which he probably was.
He lowered the sword. “Coast is clear and it seems the secret entrance has led us to another secret entrance.”
“What?” I asked as we cautiously stepped out into a hallway. “Why is this a secret entrance?”
Laylen brushed his fingers against the wall. “We’re inside the wall.”
I gaped at him. “How do you know?”
He winked at me. “Because I know all.”
I shook my head as we started down the hall, making sure to glance behind me every few steps to check if Aleesa was still following.
She hummed quietly as she walked, glancing up at the ceiling and over at the walls, which were decorated with child-like art. I traced my fingers on the pictures, getting a sense of familiarity.Why did I know this?
Then it all came rushing back to me.
Alex and I as children, running up and down the hall, drawing on the walls, laughing, playing. I could almost hear the giggles still haunting the hallway.
“You okay?” Laylen’s voice pulled me back.
I realized I had stopped. “Yeah,” I shook my head. “Sorry.”
We crept down the rest of the hall, until we reached a door.
“What’s on the other side?” I whispered.
“A spare bedroom,” Laylen said, clutching onto the doorknob.“I wonder if it’s emp…”
A muffled cry came from the other side of the door.
“Oh my God, it’s my mom.” I reached for the doorknob, but Laylen pushed my hand back.
“Just calm down,” he said softly and squatted down. “Jocelyn,” he whispered through the door. “Is that you?”
The crying stopped.
“Open the door,” I hurried Laylen.
“Make sure to keep calm,” he said and then creaked open the door.
The room was empty except for my mom, chained to the wall, like a prisoner. She had just escaped from being one a few days ago and it tore at me heart to see her like this. She looked like she was sleeping, her head hung down, her shoulders slumped. There was a piece of duct-tape over her mouth and I carefully pulled it off.
“Mom,” I said. “Can you hear me?”
Her head wobbled as she looked up and blinked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Gemma,” she croaked.
“It’s okay, mom,” I said softly. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
She blinked again, still a little dazed. Then suddenly she was going crazy.“You have to go. You have to go now.” She was tugging at the chains. “It’s a trap. Gemma, go! GO!”
A canopy of gloom covered the room as a chill slithered into the air.I turned around, my heart pounding like a jack hammer as a thick fog crawled across the stone floor and swirled around my ankles. Cold crackled across the maroon walls and ceiling, coating them with icicles.
Do not panic, I told myself. To Laylen I said, “Can you get the chains off her?”
He nodded and grabbed the chains binding my mom’s wrist to the walls. He bent them and flexed them, trying to get the heavy metal to snap. But the chains were thick and covered with the Death Walker’s ice, and I could tell it was going to take him a moment.
I needed to prepare myself. I stood in the middle of the room, sword in hand, with no clue as to what I was going to do.
Aleesa let out a high-pitched scream, covered her ears, and backed into the corner of the room like a terrified little mouse.
Well, if they didn’t know we were here before, they sure do now.
The footsteps came, like a marching army, one by one, marching right for us. I glanced back at Laylen, still struggling to get the chains undone.
“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying,” he said, bending at the metal links. “The damn things are thick and the ice is making it worse.”
I blocked him out—I blocked everything out. Something was taking over my body. A power I had never felt before.
And suddenly I knew what to do.
I held the Sword of Immortality in front of me, steadied in the perfect position that I knew any sword master would appreciate.My heart-rate slowed, my nerves calmed, and as the first black-cloaked figure entered the room, I swung the sword, stabbing it straight into its heart. Its yellow eyes lit up as its corpse-like body dropped to the floor.
I didn’t have time to prepare myself as another one walked into the room. I did this weird twirling thing that should have resulted with me landing on my face but instead, the sword jabbed into the Death Walker’s heart. I swung the sword again and again, the tip sinking through each of their rotting chests. The bodies were piling up as I moved like a pro, swinging the sword gracefully, my feet moving harmoniously along with it.
But more and more came charging in and before I knew it, the room was filled with Death Walkers. They circled me, the yellow-glowing-eyed monsters, and my body temperature started to descend. I glanced down at my hands, but they hadn’t turned blue yet.
