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She grinned when we looked at each other, at a loss for an answer. We couldn't leave her here alone. But bringing her with us was out of the question, too.
"Cool, then I'm coming," she chirped, striding over to the sofa and plopping onto the arm beside me. "Also, I made this. I did the thing you told me to do when I lost control, Harvey. It worked. Kinda. I was looking through my bag at all the fun, dangerous shit you gave me, Wynvail, and I still had this sphere thing in my hand. I got control of my power—"
"That's amazing, Verena," Harvey breathed, getting to his feet. "Seriously.
"But now I have a glowing sphere." She held it up, its light casting across the coffee table and sofa. "Cool, huh?"
"What does it do?" I demanded, fixing a stare on Wyn as he stood and approached slowly. Too slowly, like you’d approach a bomb ticking down.
The magic's light caught his eyes and turned them to pure, metallic gold. "According to the woman I bought it from, it can create a separate world about as big as a house that stands apart from every other realm in the universe."
"So it'd be useful in a fight," Verena said with a sharp grin I didn’t like at all.2 "And I'm coming with you. Unless you'd like to leave me all alone, in a huge scary house in the middle of Hell, where anything could happen to me."
"Oh, she's good," Wane said with a soft laugh, leaning against me.
Verena knew she'd won. Victory glittered in her eyes. "Good. So, we're saving Renna and breaking into a prison. Maybe not in that order. What's the plan?"
"Put the orb away and we'll talk," Wynvail said, not taking his eyes off it.
Verena shrugged and got up to put it back in her bag.
"Phoebe showed me the location of all the prisons," Wyn said when she returned. His mouth twisted, and a shimmer of unease went through his soul. "I wasn't aware she could speak directly into my head, but I don't know why I'm surprised. The prison is built into Mount Ida."
I didn't understand the heavy, sympathetic look he gave me. "What?"
"It's a significant location," he said gently. Why was he talking like that? I scowled.
Emlyn sent me a rush of strength and love. Why did I need strength and love? "Mount Ida was where Zeus was born, and where he spent most of his childhood."
So…?
"It's where Rhea lived for many years. There are still monuments and temples to her there."
Oh. My stomach knotted. I swallowed and nodded. "Got it."
It was special to my great-grandmother. Who I killed the same day I met her.
I wasn't fooling anyone with my everything's fine mask; my mates pressed closer in all of my bonds, offering comfort. I knew, deep down, I didn't kill her. But it was my hand holding the knife, and my blade that killed her. It felt a lot like it was my fault.
"I'm missing something," Verena said, frowning between us.
I detangled myself from Wane and pushed Kai off my lap, getting to my feet, needing to move. "What else did Phoebe tell you, Wyn? I don't suppose she gave you a how-to of breaking into a megalomaniac's prison?"
"No," he replied softly. "But she did tell me we have the best shot at being successful if we breach the prison at exactly 09:02 tomorrow morning."
I spun on the rug, staring at my mate in horror. "Not tonight? We have to wait until tomorrow?"
He nodded.
"I can't wait until tomorrow." I had all this energy. I needed to get going, get fighting, I needed—therapy. Shit, I really did. These were not very smart coping mechanisms.
"We'll take the night to come up with a plan and make sure it's fool-proof," Em assured me, catching me before I could pace and pulling me into his side. "We'll make sure nothing goes wrong."
As opposed to running hastily into a prison because I couldn't sit still. Okay, fair enough, mistakes would have been made.
"And it gives us time to track down Asta," Verena pointed out. "She’ll probably murder everyone to get to her wife, and you lot won’t have to get your knives dirty."
That sounded lovely. Unrealistic but lovely.
