Feversong (Fever #9)(135)

He’d given us back the world, the universe.

I vowed that I would.





MAC


For the next three hours, I sat in Barrons Books & Baubles, teeth clenched, doing everything in my power to simply hold in the song.

It didn’t want to stay in.

The moment Cruce passed it to me, the second half instantly inverted and joined with the first as if completion was the only way they could coexist within me, eradicating any concerns I might have had about how to flip and join them.

Also eradicating my concerns about how to wield it.

It wanted to be sung. It sensed the distress of the world and sought to repair it. Right now, this very instant. And if I dared open my mouth, it would come gushing out.

But I’d made two promises I intended to keep: wait four hours, and tell the world the legend of Cruce.

So I sat, lips clamped tightly together, holding it in, watching the clock, trying not to think at all. I was so bloody thirsty. Hungry.

Try keeping your lips pressed together for four hours. It’s damned near impossible.

I sat motionless, breathing slow and even, afraid I might burp or sneeze. Holding my mouth closed with my hand, swallowing yawns. Making funny noises in the back of my throat when I needed to cough.

Thinking of Barrons. Of my sister.

I’d lost them both once, and gotten them both back. I’d never been happier, because I’d drunk deep of grief and it had made my joy all the sweeter.

I was going to kill my sister again and quite possibly Barrons. And probably Christian.

There was no easy path. If I didn’t sing it, everything that existed would eventually be destroyed. But to sing it, I had to kill people I loved.

I didn’t trust myself to see Barrons. I knew if he came to sit with me and we tried to spend these final hours together, I’d fail to keep my mouth shut. And the moment I opened it, he might die. Yup. Not in a hurry to go there.

But Alina I could handle, and I needed to see her. She would definitely die and I needed to have one last chance to say goodbye.

I couldn’t talk but I could text.


Alina, I’m at BB&B, please come.



My screen flashed instantly.


What’s wrong????!


Nothing. Promise. Just come.



She was there in ten minutes. We sat on the couch and I texted messages explaining what had happened, to which she replied aloud.

And when the talking was done, my big sister smiled and hugged me and told me that she understood because, although she’d been confused at first, eventually her memories had cleared.

She knew she’d died in that alley.

She told me her last thoughts as she’d been dying. Her life hadn’t flashed before her eyes like people said it did. She hadn’t thought for one minute about anything she’d done or wanted to do, or about money or fame or success.

The only thing she’d thought about at the end of her life was love. Whether she’d said it enough, shown it enough, felt it enough. And when the dying had gotten really bad, she’d escaped into memories of the vast store of love she’d known, and the pain had vanished and she had no longer been afraid.

She said that was what life was all about and if you were wise you figured it out long before you died. I’d given her more time, a chance to say goodbye to the world she’d known, and she was grateful.

And she was proud of me.

I punched her lightly then and made her stop talking because I was going to start crying and the song would come out.

We sat together, shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, and played each other our favorite songs for the next twenty minutes until I only had fifteen minutes to go to keep my promise.

Then, heart heavy with grief, I texted Barrons and Ryodan and told them to get Dancer, hoping the song might heal his heart, and meet me at the black hole outside Chester’s ASAP.

“Don’t text Mom and Dad,” Alina said. “I can’t let them watch whatever’s going to happen. Just tell them I love them and I said thanks for everything. They really are the best.”

I swallowed tightly and nodded.

Arm in arm, we stepped out into the late afternoon.





SINSAR DUBH


Once again the universe favors me.

I possess a Fae vessel, and all Fae can sense their queen.

As I burst from the brick wall behind Barrons Books & Baubles, I know exactly where It is. I can feel It moving through the streets of Dublin.

The air is thick with the stench of death and decay. In my absence the black holes have grown, and their cancerous enormity excites me but also goads me to expediency. I have scant time to seize my horse, whisk It to Faery, and become fully immortal before the planet devours itself.

Then I will ride the bitch THAT DARED LEAVE ME to another world and spend the rest of eternity torturing It for Its many sins.

Aroused by the thought of reducing It to begging me over and over to kill It—NEVER LET YOU GO, MACKAYLA, LOVE YOU ALWAYS!—I focus on It and command the unboxed but very broken princess to sift us there.





MAC


When we arrived at Chester’s, Barrons, Ryodan, Dani, Dancer, and Christian were waiting for us, a safe distance from the black hole.

The moment I looked at Barrons, I knew he knew everything. Had known ever since it happened.