“Piper, you can come back any time you want.”
“How? Do you have a FON?” I have a hard time imagining that the city issued Shayne his own Functional Operating Node.
Shayne laughs and walks toward me, taking my hand. We start walking back down a tunnel, turning a few times, until we come out of the rock wall, and I see the banks of the River Acheron ahead of us. A boat approaches—Charon, coming to get us.
“No, no FON. But just call me. I’ll be around.” He gives my hand a quick squeeze.
I find the thought that Shayne will be around both comforting and alarming. He can’t possibly be around every second of every day.
“Always?”
“No, not always,” he says. “But enough.”
I relax. The last thing I want is to move from an overprotective mom to an overprotective boyfriend. And I don’t know if this thought means that Shayne is my boyfriend.
Our trip back with Charon is quiet. I sit in the front wrapped in Shayne’s strong arms while Charon guides us across the bubbling river of sorrow. I hear the voices as we move through the water, see the monsters feasting on sadness, but I ignore them, instead thinking only of Chloe waiting for me and Shayne’s burning warmth next to me and his odd but intense burst of anger back on the shore.
Charon smiles when I get off the boat, and for a moment, I want to reach out and give him a hug. He holds his feet firmly in one place, though, and since I don’t see an opening, I brush the weird urge away. I chalk it up to the fact that I’ve just been in Hell for the day and I think I’m in love with Shayne, who is actually Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Not the most normal day, though certainly it’s been the most memorable.
Shayne walks me away from the shore, and I recognize the place where we first arrived.
“Did you decide?” he asks.
Paradise will be waiting for Chloe later. Her time isn’t now. There has to be a reason Tanni warned me about it. “I want Chloe to live.” And with those words, I am officially the most selfish person in the world.
Shayne nods. “And I stand by my word. It’s your choice.”
I move to hug him, but he puts up his hand. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I say. Selfish or not, it is my decision.
“Okay, then she lives.”
The words sound almost like a death sentence.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I look up, but all I see is packed dirt and rock hovering above us. “How do we get through?”
“Just you this time.”
I look away from the hard ceiling, back to his face. “You aren’t coming with me?” And all of a sudden, I don’t want to leave, which is funny considering I was just worried about him being overprotective.
“Chloe needs you. Not me,” he says.
“You’ll be at school?”
Shayne smiles, and it lights the dark cavern. At least for me. “School. The only good part of it is seeing you.”
“You haven’t been there all year, have you?” Maybe it’s obvious by now, but I want the confirmation that I’m not crazy.
Shayne shakes his head. “Nope. Only a week. But you’re the only one who knows that. I had to enroll so I could keep an eye on Reese.”
Reese. I’d almost forgotten about him. My face burns when I think about kissing him. Was it just last night? It feels like a lifetime ago.
Shayne takes my chin in his hand. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. Reese isn’t what he seems.”
It takes me a second, but then it comes together in my mind. “He’s Ares.”
Shayne nods. “The god of war. And apparently a bigger threat than I’ve estimated.” His eyes darken a final time, and the red sparks flash. “Just stay away from him.”
I nod even though part of me doesn’t want anyone—not even Shayne—telling me what to do. As long as I don’t see Reese, I should have no problem staying away from him.
Shayne puts his fingers to my lips. “And promise me you’ll always trust me.”
It’s a strange request. And my mind flashes to our conversation with Rhadam. The secrets I know Shayne’s keeping. “Of course.”
Shayne smiles. “Thank you.” He moves away from me and leaves me standing there alone.
I look back up at the packed earth above us. I know I need to go, yet I want to turn back and run to Hell. To Shayne. But Chloe needs me. And my mom needs me, stifling though she is. So I clear my mind, thinking only of my return, and soon I’m amid the swirling liquid silver, floating in it and breathing it in. I feel myself drifting back —back to the world above. I’m overwhelmed with the urge to fight against the drift, to kick my way back to Shayne and the Underworld. But I know life is waiting for me back on Earth. And so I continue on, losing myself in the cool fluid until I’m again on hard-packed ground.
Chapter 19
Shock
The world comes alive like a nightmare. I’m back in the Greenbelt; there’s a stillness, and the sky is dead gray. And then there’s some kind of sonic boom, and the air around me starts to hum and vibrate. Just before I left, the disperser missile launched even though the council knew it was going to destroy the atmosphere. And now it’s like there’s some rebound effect going on. Some kind of switch has been flipped. A blast of cold wind slams into me, and goose bumps explode on my bare arms.
Chloe’s where I left her. Lying on the rock-covered ground. Still unconscious. I blink my eyes a few times, and the smell of the earth around me registers. What just happened?
Hell? I’ve been to Hell?
I look around, but there’s no sign of the winged man who’d come for Chloe. His putrid odor is gone. He is gone. And so is Shayne.
Shayne is the Lord of the Underworld.
Chloe breathes normally, but she’s pale. I head to the creek and grab a handful of water, holding it in my cupped hands. When I get back to her, I drop it on her face, rubbing it into her cold, white cheeks. She stirs, but doesn’t wake, so I get some more and do it again. It’s not until the third time that her eyes finally flutter open. Overhead, rain begins to fall. But it’s hard, like tiny pellets being flung from the sky.
“Piper?”
She looks right at me, though her eyes don’t see me. But she’s alive.
I take her hand. “Hi, Chloe.” I wipe the rain from her forehead and help her sit up.
She turns her head and looks toward the creek. “What happened? What am I doing here?”
“I think you collapsed from the heat.”
She shudders as another gust of cold wind hits. “It’s so cold.”
I nod, though I want to forget about the weather. I want to forget about this whole global warming disaster we live in. All I really want to do is hug Chloe. To never let her go again. But she’s still so dazed, and I don’t want to startle her. “They launched another missile.”
I don’t think she’s even close to feeling the panic that’s starting to creep through me. Something is seriously messed up with the weather. The temperature has never dropped this quickly since I’ve been alive. But it’s like Chloe doesn’t even hear me. She shivers and wraps her arms around herself, and I notice her tattoo. Fading—like mine had done in Hell. I touch it, and the ebony ink revives under my touch until it’s as dark as the day she got it. Just like mine did when Shayne touched it. I take this as a good sign.
Chloe pulls her arms closer, and her teeth begin to chatter. I realize she’s in shock.
“We need to get you home.” And like the fates are against us, the sky picks that moment to open up and
