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“She said she didn’t send me the visions. All she said is they came from the Vault. Like those memories were the treasures held in that vault. But like I said, I’m not sure I can trust her. If she’s telling the truth, and she really is a rogue Guardian, she might be able to help us take down the Guardians. And if she’s lying to me, well, we might be able to use her to take down the Guardians anyway. If we can find her again.” I looked at my brother. “Do you know how to find her?”
But before he could speak, Nyx said, “That is your brother Zane.”
“Yes,” I said cautiously.
“Your brother who was abducted by the Guardians two years ago.”
“Yes. He says River helped him escape the Sanctuary.”
“Be careful,” Nyx told me again, like I was never careful or something. “The Guardians might have let him go; maybe they want him out here for some reason.” Nyx turned an assessing stare on him. “Or maybe he is willingly helping them.”
Déjà vu. Faris and Grace had said the same thing.
“No, he’s not helping them,” I defended my brother.
“Just to be sure, I want the Legion’s doctors to check him out,” Nyx said,
“What do you think they will find?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I want him checked out.”
“Nyx—”
“I’ll go,” Zane said, stepping forward. “I have nothing to hide.” He smiled at me. “And the sooner they realize that, the sooner we can have a long-overdue reunion.”
“And return home to see the rest of our family,” I said.
Zane reached out to squeeze my hand. “Absolutely.”
Two Legion soldiers stepped into my office. Man, Nyx worked fast. I hadn’t even seen her call them in. She must have done it telepathically. And the soldiers must have been waiting just outside my office.
Nyx watched them lead Zane away. When they were gone, she turned to me and said, “Obviously, you’re bored, Pandora. You have too much time on your hands. It seems relieving you of your duties wasn’t a good idea after all. It gives you too much time to think up ways to put yourself in danger.”
“I didn’t go to the Lost City to be dangerous. I did it because this investigation is important,” I insisted. “These visions mean something. Something with global, even galactic ramifications. It’s important.”
“So is my next assignment for you.”
Apparently, my protests had fallen on deaf ears.
“What is the assignment?” I said cautiously.
“Some good, long hours in the classroom for lessons on angel decorum and etiquette. It’s long overdue, and now that you’re pregnant, you have all the time in the world.”
“Angel school?” I groaned. “I would rather kill monsters.”
“I know you would. But, much as you like to forget it, the Legion of Angels is not a democracy, Leda. It’s an army. So when I give you an order, you don’t have a choice in the matter. And that means bright and early tomorrow morning, you will report to Classroom 169 in Building One for some long-overdue lessons in angel manners.”
