''I get it,'' he said, ''the sun so loved the moon...''
His voice trailed off. We both knew the story. We knew it all too well. He was looking at me thoughtfully. I, however, turned away.
''What if,'' I began, ''the sun didn't want to die for the m...
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Healing Tilly hadn't been the same as when I'd healed Mara.
Instead, as I pushed energy and power into Tilly I felt something sick and dark moving up my spine, creeping like a snake. I didn't feel the energy leave me like I used to, but I felt the swirling of pain that I'd taken from Tilly feeding the darkness at the bottom of my belly.
"You should get some rest," I told her.
She agreed and one of the younger members of the pack took us to a spare room with two single beds. The room was small and barren expect for the two beds and a small dresser. Tucker obviously hadn't hired an interior decorator for his pack headquarters.
Tilly fell asleep quickly and I, however, could not stop the rapid beating of my heart and the racing of my brain. There was no possible way I could sleep not knowing the outcome of the fight we'd left. Instead, I stared up at the white ceiling and tried to sort out my thoughts.
My mind immediately went to Rose and I knew that her sister had taken her broken heart and used it against her. It only made me hate Alice Galloway more than I already did. Which, admittedly, I did not think was possible.
Alice worked with Owein to attack the Denver's camp in order to find the Codex.
But why would Owein want the Codex?
The answer was right in front of me, but I didn't want to believe it. My father wanted the Codex and, somehow, he'd enlisted Owein to get it for him. Someone like Owein wouldn't work for somebody so hellbent on the destruction of supernatural creatures like my father- unless, that wasn't Johnathan's end game.
He wanted something from me, I knew that much. But what could I give him?
No matter how much the answer stared me in the face, a part of me still ached for the idea that he wasn't responsible. That he couldn't be. Because when I had needed someone, Johnathan was there.
Not Tilly. Not Ben. Not my family. Not Tucker. But Johnathan.
There was one success from tonight's disastrous event. Alice had given me an address. Whether she gave it to me willingly because she thought I wouldn't escape or because I wouldn't like what I'd find there- I didn't know.
But I would find out very soon.
Tilly's soft snores came from beside me and offered a sort of peace in the otherwise bare room. Without depleting myself of my extra power into the apport that my father had given me, I feared that the nightmares would be even worse than they had been.
Would it be the face in the locker? My friends standing over bodies? Or would it be Owein again, with his decaying face and cryptic riddles? As my eyes began to close, I hoped that there would be a fourth option.
Naturally, I was right. But when was I not?
A darkness surrounded the chemistry hallway, lit only by roads of moonlight on the tile floors. As I walked along the rows of lockers and classrooms, I had the sneaking suspicion that this hallway would never end.
