subject.
“Shouldn’t we wake her up?” I asked. “I know she wants to talk to you.”
Lisabelle shook her head. “Not yet. I’m going to try and make another one of these visits soon, but it’s hard to get away. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long already.”
“How did you get away?” I was fascinated by the deadly game Lisabelle played with such ease.
“I threw a minor fit about being followed after winning my battle of wills with Malle,” said Lisabelle, “so they stopped following me.” She smiled. It sounded like Lisabelle.
“We’re leaving in the morning,” I said. “We’re headed for the Circle.”
Lisabelle mulled that over. “I don’t think you’ll have much luck, but at least you aren’t heading for Public.”
“It’s that bad there?”
Lisabelle shrugged. “More resistance was expected at Public than at Locke. Besides, that’s where the Mirror Arcane is, and the Premier really wants the Mirror. It’s the last piece of her puzzle.”
So if Lisabelle was right, Malle had been ly ing when she said that all the Objects on the Wheel were in the hands of darkness. But I didn’t want to pursue this subject out loud with Lisabelle.
“Can’t you tell me anything?” I asked. I had so many questions for her, like was she upset about Risper, and who was the Premier? How much had it taken her for to sacrifice family? Had he told her it was okay? Now, having laid eyes on her again, I knew she wasn’t that cold, but when we were apart it was more difficult to fathom how she could have brought herself to commit such a horrendous act.
“It’s safer if you don’t ask,” she said. “Besides, I have to go. I’ll do this again, and by then, hopefully Sip will have good news for me.”
“What about Lough?” I offered, thinking how much my dream giver friend missed her.
“He doesn’t need to know I was here either,” she said. “It’s better for both of them to keep their distance. I have so much darkness in me . . .” She shook her head.
Lisabelle stood up. Her hands, uncovered, were dark with tattoos.
“Are you really dying?” I asked.
Lisabelle pursed her lips. “I’ll be fine. Sip’s on the case. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry you had to see that at Locke.”
I couldn’t believe she had known we were there. Then again, I wasn’t surprised.
“Luck and loyalty to you then,” she said with a small wave.
“Luck and loyalty,” I whispered, lying back down and watching as she slipped out the door.
She was gone, and I was none the wiser about what had happened with Risper.
When I went back to sleep, I dreamed. In my dream, I rolled over and threw off the covers. The world looked different. There was a steady silver glow emanating from the windows, but no sign of the sun in the sky. Frowning, I padded forward. My feet slapped against the stone and sank into the rug. I stared outward, wondering where the darkness had gone.
“Are you comfortable?”
I turned around, the shock at such a familiar voice in such a personal place making me giddy.
“Keller?” I whispered.
And indeed, it was my former boyfriend. He sat at the desk, turned sideways with his legs crossed at the ankles. His fingers were steepled in front of his pale face, but his blue eyes burned as brightly as ever. My heart fluttered, but I didn’t look away.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound normal. Epic fail!
He placed his hands on either side of the chair arms and smiled. “You called me. I came.”
“I didn’t,” I whispered. Okay, so I fell asleep every night thinking about him and how much I missed him and where was he, and Sip would tell me I was being totally annoying. Phew.
“You haven’t really spent any time mastering your dream giver side,” Keller mused, “but I think it got tired of your dreams and just demanded my presence. That’s what it felt like, anyway.”
“Were you at Vampire Locke?” I asked, my eyes greedily taking him in. Well, he was one
“Shouldn’t we wake her up?” I asked. “I know she wants to talk to you.”
Lisabelle shook her head. “Not yet. I’m going to try and make another one of these visits soon, but it’s hard to get away. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long already.”
“How did you get away?” I was fascinated by the deadly game Lisabelle played with such ease.
“I threw a minor fit about being followed after winning my battle of wills with Malle,” said Lisabelle, “so they stopped following me.” She smiled. It sounded like Lisabelle.
“We’re leaving in the morning,” I said. “We’re headed for the Circle.”
Lisabelle mulled that over. “I don’t think you’ll have much luck, but at least you aren’t heading for Public.”
“It’s that bad there?”
Lisabelle shrugged. “More resistance was expected at Public than at Locke. Besides, that’s where the Mirror Arcane is, and the Premier really wants the Mirror. It’s the last piece of her puzzle.”
So if Lisabelle was right, Malle had been ly ing when she said that all the Objects on the Wheel were in the hands of darkness. But I didn’t want to pursue this subject out loud with Lisabelle.
“Can’t you tell me anything?” I asked. I had so many questions for her, like was she upset about Risper, and who was the Premier? How much had it taken her for to sacrifice family? Had he told her it was okay? Now, having laid eyes on her again, I knew she wasn’t that cold, but when we were apart it was more difficult to fathom how she could have brought herself to commit such a horrendous act.
“It’s safer if you don’t ask,” she said. “Besides, I have to go. I’ll do this again, and by then, hopefully Sip will have good news for me.”
“What about Lough?” I offered, thinking how much my dream giver friend missed her.
“He doesn’t need to know I was here either,” she said. “It’s better for both of them to keep their distance. I have so much darkness in me . . .” She shook her head.
Lisabelle stood up. Her hands, uncovered, were dark with tattoos.
“Are you really dying?” I asked.
Lisabelle pursed her lips. “I’ll be fine. Sip’s on the case. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry you had to see that at Locke.”
I couldn’t believe she had known we were there. Then again, I wasn’t surprised.
“Luck and loyalty to you then,” she said with a small wave.
“Luck and loyalty,” I whispered, lying back down and watching as she slipped out the door.
She was gone, and I was none the wiser about what had happened with Risper.
When I went back to sleep, I dreamed. In my dream, I rolled over and threw off the covers. The world looked different. There was a steady silver glow emanating from the windows, but no sign of the sun in the sky. Frowning, I padded forward. My feet slapped against the stone and sank into the rug. I stared outward, wondering where the darkness had gone.
“Are you comfortable?”
I turned around, the shock at such a familiar voice in such a personal place making me giddy.
“Keller?” I whispered.
And indeed, it was my former boyfriend. He sat at the desk, turned sideways with his legs crossed at the ankles. His fingers were steepled in front of his pale face, but his blue eyes burned as brightly as ever. My heart fluttered, but I didn’t look away.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound normal. Epic fail!
He placed his hands on either side of the chair arms and smiled. “You called me. I came.”
“I didn’t,” I whispered. Okay, so I fell asleep every night thinking about him and how much I missed him and where was he, and Sip would tell me I was being totally annoying. Phew.
“You haven’t really spent any time mastering your dream giver side,” Keller mused, “but I think it got tired of your dreams and just demanded my presence. That’s what it felt like, anyway.”
“Were you at Vampire Locke?” I asked, my eyes greedily taking him in. Well, he was one
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