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The god has rendered me speechless. I’m shocked at such a brutal suggestion because although Zora is a god, she’s not without compassion or mercy. It’s why she wants me to evaluate souls for reincarnation.
“Not going to happen,” I growl.
Or, at least as long as Nyssa doesn’t piss me off so much that my rage gets the better of me.
Zora shrugs, clapping her hands on her thighs before rising from her chair. “Well then, I guess I should be going since we have nothing else to discuss.”
I don’t stand but incline my head at her. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you too,” she says but then shocks me even more. She holds out her hand and sitting on her palm is a long, cylindrical crystal. It’s opaque white and quite ugly in a bland kind of way.
“I thought you might want this,” she says.
“My décor is already complete, but thanks,” I reply dryly.
Zora rolls her eyes. “It’s from the Hall of Histories.”
“And that means something to me?”
“The Hall of Histories is where every life—mortal and immortal—are recorded in the form of memories. This is Nyssa McKnight’s crystal.”
It’s a gut punch to know that all the answers to my questions about this woman are sitting in Zora’s palm. Answers Nyssa refuses to provide.
“I can see you warring with yourself over whether you should take it. Afraid to be intrusive?”
I snort as I reach out for the crystal. “If you think I’ve got a conscience over poking into her life, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“The question is,” Zora drawls, “do you really want the answers?”
I examine the crystal, turning it over in my hand. “You must think I do or else you wouldn’t have bothered to bring this to me.”
“Maybe it was a peace offering,” she suggests.
“Or bribery?” My eyes move from the crystal to her multihued eyes. “I’m not helping Maddox.”
“Even if I opened your prison doors and said you could leave the Underworld?”
Damn her for dangling such a sweet carrot.
But I’m a principled evil Dark Fae. “No, not even then.”
Zora nods once, a graceful acceptance of my refusal. “Be well, then, old friend.”
That twinges a little. Her declaration that I’m her friend. Maybe she truly does forgive what I’ve done.
I hold up the crystal. “Thanks for this.”
“All you have to do is open your mind and it will show you all. Use the information wisely.”
She disappears before I have the opportunity to assure her I will.
Staring down the crystal, I don’t have a moment’s hesitation about peeking into Nyssa’s life. I wrap my hand firmly around it and open my mind as Zora ordered. The crystal glows bright, and the information comes in powerful torrents. Not just flashes of a story but deep understanding of the meaning behind what I’m shown. It takes no more than a few seconds to receive the memories, but when the crystal goes dark, I know every intimate detail of Nyssa’s life from her point of view.
And I wish I didn’t.
“I wouldn’t think it possible, but you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nyssa walks into my suite, and I’ve gotten used to the way my body tightens when I see her.
She’s beautiful, of course, but it’s the fact that she’s got flour smudged across her forehead to which she’s completely oblivious that makes her so appealing.
