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“Over two thousand. ”
“Aw, Jesus. ” She shaded her face with her hand.
Vela gasped.
Samuel murmured a low, “Oh, God, no. " Leto shook his head, but glanced at Thorne. “And we knew nothing about it?
How is this possible?”
“I just spoke with Marguerite. Her crew, who works the Future Streams twenty-four-seven, saw nothing. Not a hint, a whisper, nothing. ”
“Jesus. What the fuck does this mean?”
“Marguerite took a few seconds to dive in to take a look at the Illinois Two Seers Palace and she couldn’t get a reading. ”
“What the hell?” Endelle’s voice carried a bit of resonance and that made Fiona groan. Fiona really couldn’t handle resonance.
Vela knew that the Illinois Seers Palace had been one of Greaves’s primary tools against Madame Endelle. Owen Stannett had harnessed Seers together and provided unparalleled information until he lost himself in the pleasure of the experience and Greaves got rid of him.
Her instincts began to thrum heavily as she thought about the Palace. The call returned, a kind of strong pull of her entire body into the darkening.
“Let me take a look,” she said, drawing all eyes to her.
“Go,” Endelle said.
She heard Samuel setting up a protest, but she knew this would be quick and easy, very different from a jaunt to Third.
She flowed straight back into the grid and began hurtling through the tunnels but not in the direction of Third Earth.
Suddenly, she reached her destination and knew she was deep inside the Illinois Seers Palace.
She remained very still, something her instincts told her would buy her some time.
She looked around. The chamber was made of black marble tile, with a viewing platform that looked down into a sort of pit. Seven chaise-longues were set in a row and reclining in the middle was a man she’d never seen before, but he had three braids on either side of his head looped into a clasp with the rest of his long hair.
He had a prominent nose and a carefully trimmed black goatee. She knew this was the man who’d hurt Samuel: Sharav.
Oh, God.
She didn’t want to be here. If he was, who Merl said he was, then one of Chustaffus’s henchmen had taken over the Illinois Seer’s Palace.
He held a cell in his hand and every once in a while spoke into the cell. Vela knew he relayed information, but to whom?
Strapped to the chaise-longues were six women, of varying ethnicities, each wearing a white linen robe, and each grimacing as if in pain, eyes closed, sunk in a trance.
Her instincts pushed her forward until she pressed her mind against Sharav’s and slid in, just as she had with Endelle earlier. The image stunned her, of herself naked, in the darkening, lying on a stone floor.
The image meant something, but what?
Sharav opened his eyes, so she quickly pulled out. He looked in her direction, but didn’t make eye contact which meant he still couldn’t see her. He rubbed his goatee. All the women relaxed and many whimpered in relief.
“Who’s there?
Great.
More darkening shit. I don’t need this. ” He reached out his hand and folded a second strange looking cell-phone into it.
The words he spoke chilled her to the bone. “I need a wrecker here. Now. ” Vela didn’t need a further hint. She turned and headed back the way she’d come, but shortly after she started moving, a blast sounded not far from her.
