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Chapter Eighty-One — Running from Destiny Kelsey's POV Nobody said anything for a long time. I could hear the vault humming and Lucian's father breathing, ragged and wet. Most of all, I could hear my own pulse, going far too fast. "Kelsey," Zeus said. "Don't." "I'm only—" "Please don't say my name like that." My voice came out thin. "Like I'm about to break." He did not push anymore and I felt bad about it right away, but I couldn't take it back, because I was staring at a little girl's neck and the whole room had gone soft around the edges. A crescent moon, no bigger than my thumbnail. My mother used to wear her hair down every single day. Even in summer, when she sweated through the bread dough and I begged her to tie it up. She'd just swat my hand away and say, "Leave it, Kelsey." I thought she was vain. I'd thought it was the one vain thing about her. "Do you think she knows?" I said. Nobody answered. "My mom. Did she know who she is?" I turned around. "Lucian. Did she?

Chapter Eighty-Three — Run, Don't Look BackKelsey's POVThe last thing I remember was Zeus holding and trying to calm me down. I didn't mean to fall asleep. The next, the blanket was gone, the lamp was gone, and I was standing on a cold stone floor in a room I had never seen.It was a huge council chamber with a ceiling lost in shadow and torches burning in iron brackets along the walls. A long table ran down the middle, black wood that was meticulously polished to a shine. Men and women that I did not recognize sat around it in dark robes, and none of them looked up when I stepped closer.I waved a hand in front of the nearest one. And nothing. He didn't even blink.*They can't see me.* I thought. That should have scared me but mostly it just made me tired. I was getting used to being a ghost in other people's rooms.Then I looked at the head of the table, and my stomach dropped.A man sat there in the tall chair, the one that was meant for a king. He was broad through the shoul

Chapter Eighty-Five — Mother knows best….Kelsey's POV"It still smells the same."I said to no one exactly. It smelt of woodsmoke, wet leaves, and somewhat fried onion. I'd lived inside that smell for twenty-two years and never noticed it once. Now it hit me so hard that my eyes stung.Oakridge came around the bend slowly, like something out of a dream. The crooked well, the Hendricks' fence were still leaning, Mrs. Pell's washing line still had the same grey sheets spread on them. Nothing had really changed. It had been weeks but felt like a lifetime and also still felt like I had stepped out to fetch water.I used to know this road by heart. I could walk it without looking and still tell you which dog belonged to which house, which porch step would creak under your feet, and which neighbor could get you hanged for stealing from them. My life had been simple then. I fixed fences, argued with my sister over blankets, and never gave much thought to what else might be waiting for me bey

kelsey's POVMy mother didn't say anything else for a while. She just sat there with her hands in mine.Then she got up, took the spade from the hook by the back door, and walked out."Mama, let me," I said."No." She didn't look back. "I put it there. I'll take it out."Zeus moved before I did. He followed her to the porch and stopped at the bottom step, close enough to help and far enough not to push. I saw her glance at him. I saw her decide not to argue.The back porch was just four boards and a rail, gone grey with weather. Mama knelt at the corner where the last plank met the dirt and started to dig. Her hands were shaking so badly that the first few scoops went wide. Nobody said a word. Zeus crouched beside her, set one big palm over her wrist, and held it steady until the shaking eased. Then he took his hand away and let her keep going.The spade hit something with a dull knock.She stopped. She stayed still for a long time. Then she put the spade down and dug the rest out wit

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Side by SideZeus's POVWe left Oakridge before dark. Kelsey hugged her mother for a long time at the door. Maya cried again, and then yelled at Kelsey for crying. Madaline didn't say much. She just held Kelsey's face in both hands, then looked at me over her shoulder."Please take care of her," she said."I will."“Thank you.” Marcus and only one of the men had brought the plain carriage up from the waystation. Kelsey climbed in without a word, and I followed. When the wheels started rolling, she didn't look back. I saw her hands, though. They were tight in her lap.The road home was long. For the first hour, neither of us spoke. Marcus sat up on the driver's box. The inside of the carriage smelled like straw and old leather. Light came through the small window in thin yellow bars and slid across the seat.She sat on one side while I sat on the other. The space between us was about the width of a loaf of bread and I kept looking at it.*Move closer to her,* my w