She observed her hands and inspected a silver ring on her thumb. Before I could ask more, Charon interrupted our conversation.
“She knows we will be coming for him,” he thought out loud and approached the table, his bushy gray eyebrows pulling together in concentration. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Natasha send him a smile marked with relief. “We’ll need to move fast.”
His bright blue eyes searched mine for a long moment. The corner of his mouth lifted as he seemingly found what he was looking for. As unsettling as his mind reading ability was, I couldn’t help but think how close Finn’s mannerisms were to his.
“Well done, Anastasia,” he encouraged me with a twinkle in his eye. “Here I had an extravagant search party planned and you find him like that.” He snapped his fingers and shook his head in amazement. “It’s no wonder he’s so smitten with you.”
Feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, I studied my plate like it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever laid eyes on. The delicious smelling bougatsa pastry that Charon had brought us for breakfast was making my mouth water, but the pain in my abdomen was making it difficult to breathe, nonetheless eat. I slowly took a bite of the cream filled pastry and prayed I could keep it down. I was going to need as much energy as possible if I wanted to face Nadia again.
“But won’t she just move him somewhere else?” Willow looked up from her empty plate, wiping her mouth. “Now that Stasia knows her hiding place?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Natasha considered. “With the vacuum she has created in the cavern, she will need to keep him there as long as possible. The moment he leaves, his body will begin to heal at a very rapid pace. I’m sure that small detail has not eluded her.”
“Why is she doing this?” Phoebe set down her fork in frustration. I watched as a slow fury lit up her green eyes.
“I don’t know dear, but I promise you we will find out.” Natasha’s always supportive tone seemed to calm her. She crossed her arms over her Kings of Leon t-shirt, but remained quiet.
“She’ll pay for this, don’t worry.” Ricker winked at her through a mouthful of the baked oatmeal that he had requested separately, claiming it was his favorite.
“She will pay. She will pay. She will pay…” Carmen’s eerie voice began to chant his words from the bedroom. Willow shot me a worried look and Phoebe hopped down from her chair to attend to her. After second thought, she also snatched up an extra pastry to take to her in the hopes that she would eat it.
“How was she last night?” I asked Ricker hesitantly. His face fell along with his shoulders and he shook his head in defeat.
“Not so great,” he muttered. “She just rambles on and on like she’s gone off the deep end.
And she won’t let me touch her or even barely get near her.”
“I will be discussing her situation with one of the Nereids later today,” Charon stated. “I believe she will be able to help.” I was about to ask which Nereid he was referring to when a knock came at the door. Charon paused as if listening for something, and then nodded to Natasha. She disappeared into the living room.
“I still can’t believe you figured out how to get into the Underworld!” Willow propped up her elbow on the table. “What was it like?”
“Quicksand.” I shrugged, “I had no idea what it was until I landed on the bank of the marsh.”
“Quicksand?” she asked in surprise, before becoming momentarily distracted by an incoming text message on her phone. “Liam says our new Maven will start Monday.”
“Let’s just hope she doesn’t have psychotic tendencies,” I smirked. “That would be a nice change.”
“Stasia, dear?” Natasha stuck her head into the kitchen, “Will you please join us in the living room?”
I abandoned my half eaten bougatsa and strolled into the next room, followed by a very curious Willow still in her pajamas.
Our visitors stood and stared at me wide-eyed until I wondered if I’d forgotten to put on a bra or brush my hair. Natasha cleared her throat.
“Stasia, Willow, this is Christina and Dorien. They are fellow Tydes and current students at Eventide,” she introduced us cordially.“They’ve come to assist you.”
“Nice to meet you,” I greeted them, grateful they were no longer staring holes into my head.
Willow and I took a seat on the couch and I did my own staring. Christina oozed of Greek descent, with her shiny black hair that fell past her shoulders and flawless dark skin. Most impressive were her exotic crystal green eyes, which only enhanced her beauty. Skinny jeans that stopped just above high heeled sandals and a bright pink tank top showed off her thin figure and long legs.
Dorien, on the other hand was the picture of an ideal Greek man. He reminded me of a bodyguard - at almost seven feet tall, his biceps had to be the size of my head. His features were just as dark as Christina’s, but with large, chocolate brown eyes. Despite his size, his movements were surprisingly fluid. He had on dark jeans, flip flops, and a plain blue v-neck shirt that emphasized his muscular build. He nodded respectfully at me and then Willow as they both sat back down on the couch. Christina’s green eyes became fixed on me again.
“You look so…normal,” she sputtered out nervously. Phoebe giggled from the other room and Willow stifled a laugh beside me. I couldn’t tell if she sounded disappointed or surprised, but if she was expecting a toga and crown of leaves she’d been watching too many movies.
“That’s because she hasn’t put on her spandex super-goddess suit yet,” Ricker scoffed. “She looks exactly like that Blue Man group - you should stick around for it. It’s really something to see.”
Christina dipped her head in an attempt to hide her now-flushed face. I shot Ricker a punishing stare, but he just smiled with renewed audacity and disappeared into Carmen’s room.
“That’s Ricker. We don’t let him out in public very often, Christina,” I came back loudly enough for Ricker to hear. Christina grinned, but Dorien’s face became distorted with suspicion and animosity. I noticed that his dark eyes veered towards hostility as he glared at the door of Carmen’s room for several seconds.
“Please call me Tina – and yes, we had the pleasure of meeting him yesterday.” Tina attempted sarcasm that was slightly muted by her shy smile. I was having trouble understanding why I made her so nervous. I was just…me. And I could attest to the fact that I was nothing worth being anxious about.
Dorien finally came to life next to her. “We’ll be escorting you to the Gathering of the Nereids this morning, which will begin at 10:00am. You’re expected to arrive thirty minutes early to get ready,” he announced in a robotic voice that made me wonder if it was possible for him to fully come to life. Then my heart plummeted to my feet as I realized the implications of his words.
“I can’t go anywhere this morning!” I defaulted to Natasha for backup. Her mouth was set in a hard line. “We have to bring Finn back! I need to go to the Underworld!”
“You must entrust Charon and I to find him and bring him back, dear. You must attend the gathering,” she instructed diplomatically.
“I’m tired of people telling me what to do!” I stood and walked into the center of the room, my irritation rising. “You know she’s torturing him! I can’t go to the gathering while she’s ripping his soul apart!” Tina shrank back in her seat in response to my outrage, but Dorien shot to his feet and moved in my direction with distrust masking his features. Charon appeared behind me and his aggression was quickly replaced by fear. He sat back down and resorted to gritting his teeth.
“Anastasia.”
“Charon, I have to go with you!” I whirled around and pleaded with him, “He needs me!”
“Of course he does,” Charon agreed calmly and placed his large hands on my shoulders. “But you’ve made our rescue attempt possible, Stasia! Without you we wouldn’t have known where to find him, but you must remember - leadership often involves trusting those around you.”
“I do, but-“
“But you love him. As do Natasha and I. I promise you we will bring him back. I am stronger than Nadia. I will let nothing stop me.” The tenor of his voice lowered and sent my skin crawling with fear. The ferocity and conviction in his eyes was terrifying. If anyone could save Finn, it was surely Charon. I heeded Natasha, who smiled with encouragement.
I held Charon’s gaze with an equally intense one of my own. “The cavern is below her river.
She has him secured with some type of white vine, and he’s lost a lot of blood. He mentioned that she had been ‘draining’ him.” Charon nodded his head in acknowledgement.
