foretold in the prophecy. Until then, she was
trying to keep me from that path. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t
on it. I didn’t choose what happened to me. It was all fate. I had
no control over anything. I was in the wrong place at the wrong
time; which was a classic Ivy occurrence, but on a larger scale.
Now instead of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and
walking into a bully, I would be walking into Hell. Maybe I did
bring things on myself.
Irritation shot through me. I had to
go see if I could find the entrance into the Underworld that Al
told me about. It was my ticket out of this place. And it pained me
horribly to feel so damn helpless. Collin had been gone for three
months. Three months! Meanwhile, I’d been up here finding nothing.
Now that I knew what to look for, I hoped it wouldn’t be much
longer. He needed me. I abruptly turned around and headed toward
the archives.
I was so close to finding what I
needed. Now I knew the location. The entrance was somewhere in the
tombs. I just had to find the correct location and figure out how
to access get inside. As I walked down the hall, like I’d done so
many times before, I shoved my hands in my pockets. If I
encountered a Martis while walking, the guard would close in on me,
reminding me that I was a prisoner, and also showing the Martis
that they were safe from me. It was a joke really, because they
hadn’t taken my ruby ring away. They had no idea I channeled my
powers through it. I could leave whenever I wanted—efanotate
away—and they’d have no clue how I escaped.
Leaving this place was beyond tempting
but there were two things here that I had to have before I could
depart, the location of the entrance, and Apryl’s Celestial Silver
comb. The Martis took it from me when I arrived, which was rather
pointless since I couldn’t kill them with it. They said it was
theirs, for a Martis warrior, which I was not. I hadn’t seen it
since, but there was no way I was leaving without it. As soon as I
gleaned the information I needed from the archives, I’d find my
comb, and get out of this place.
I rounded the corner, and cut through
another courtyard that smelled sweet with winter flowers. This was
the fastest way to the library. The guard closed in on me as we
approached a Martis. The woman sneered at me as we passed.
Considering that the Martis were supposed to be good guys, most of
them were awful. It didn’t dawn on anyone that I was still human,
and in possession of my ravaged soul. No one remembered that I
still had angel blood flowing through my veins, and that I should
have been their sister Martis. No. Instead, they viewed me as an
abomination and made sure I knew it.
I stared at the Martis as I passed,
refusing to let her get the better of me. I was leaving soon. The
Martis wouldn’t chase me into the Underworld. I’d ditch the guard,
and finally be on my way to rescue Collin. It’d been so long that I
was sure he thought I wasn’t coming.
His blue eyes and soft
touch raced through my thoughts, causing my stomach to stir. The
night he saved me, and took my place, he said words that I’d never
forget— I love you . I didn’t respond at the time. I said nothing, watching him
fall inside the pit, taking my place.
I suck.
I kicked open the library door, my
mood turning darker. The guard scribbled something on his pad
behind me. I turned to him irritated, “Oh, and you guys never get
mad, and kick a door, right? You’re always perfect all the time.”
They said nothing, not acknowledging that I spoke.
They sucked, too.
I walked into the room. Massive walls
stretched to the ceiling covered in whitewash, thick wooden shelves
with thousands of books and ancient texts went all the way to the
top. The room was gleaming white. I had no idea how they kept
everything so clean. The floors, walls, ceiling, bookcases—all of
it was pristine, like it was brand new despite its age. The
impossibly high books on the top shelves were so
trying to keep me from that path. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t
on it. I didn’t choose what happened to me. It was all fate. I had
no control over anything. I was in the wrong place at the wrong
time; which was a classic Ivy occurrence, but on a larger scale.
Now instead of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and
walking into a bully, I would be walking into Hell. Maybe I did
bring things on myself.
Irritation shot through me. I had to
go see if I could find the entrance into the Underworld that Al
told me about. It was my ticket out of this place. And it pained me
horribly to feel so damn helpless. Collin had been gone for three
months. Three months! Meanwhile, I’d been up here finding nothing.
Now that I knew what to look for, I hoped it wouldn’t be much
longer. He needed me. I abruptly turned around and headed toward
the archives.
I was so close to finding what I
needed. Now I knew the location. The entrance was somewhere in the
tombs. I just had to find the correct location and figure out how
to access get inside. As I walked down the hall, like I’d done so
many times before, I shoved my hands in my pockets. If I
encountered a Martis while walking, the guard would close in on me,
reminding me that I was a prisoner, and also showing the Martis
that they were safe from me. It was a joke really, because they
hadn’t taken my ruby ring away. They had no idea I channeled my
powers through it. I could leave whenever I wanted—efanotate
away—and they’d have no clue how I escaped.
Leaving this place was beyond tempting
but there were two things here that I had to have before I could
depart, the location of the entrance, and Apryl’s Celestial Silver
comb. The Martis took it from me when I arrived, which was rather
pointless since I couldn’t kill them with it. They said it was
theirs, for a Martis warrior, which I was not. I hadn’t seen it
since, but there was no way I was leaving without it. As soon as I
gleaned the information I needed from the archives, I’d find my
comb, and get out of this place.
I rounded the corner, and cut through
another courtyard that smelled sweet with winter flowers. This was
the fastest way to the library. The guard closed in on me as we
approached a Martis. The woman sneered at me as we passed.
Considering that the Martis were supposed to be good guys, most of
them were awful. It didn’t dawn on anyone that I was still human,
and in possession of my ravaged soul. No one remembered that I
still had angel blood flowing through my veins, and that I should
have been their sister Martis. No. Instead, they viewed me as an
abomination and made sure I knew it.
I stared at the Martis as I passed,
refusing to let her get the better of me. I was leaving soon. The
Martis wouldn’t chase me into the Underworld. I’d ditch the guard,
and finally be on my way to rescue Collin. It’d been so long that I
was sure he thought I wasn’t coming.
His blue eyes and soft
touch raced through my thoughts, causing my stomach to stir. The
night he saved me, and took my place, he said words that I’d never
forget— I love you . I didn’t respond at the time. I said nothing, watching him
fall inside the pit, taking my place.
I suck.
I kicked open the library door, my
mood turning darker. The guard scribbled something on his pad
behind me. I turned to him irritated, “Oh, and you guys never get
mad, and kick a door, right? You’re always perfect all the time.”
They said nothing, not acknowledging that I spoke.
They sucked, too.
I walked into the room. Massive walls
stretched to the ceiling covered in whitewash, thick wooden shelves
with thousands of books and ancient texts went all the way to the
top. The room was gleaming white. I had no idea how they kept
everything so clean. The floors, walls, ceiling, bookcases—all of
it was pristine, like it was brand new despite its age. The
impossibly high books on the top shelves were so
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