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Not since Blaise and I shared one another’s blood.
What if the eyelet isn’t in the canyon? What if it is the canyon?
“Zora?” I ask.
“Mhm?”
“That feeling of yours? The one that pulls you toward the eyelet? Has it ever steered you wrong?”
She huffs. “Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by that. But if you mean, is there always an eyelet on the other end of the rope, then yes.”
“And do you still feel it here?”
She frowns at me. “Yeeees, but—”
I don’t hear the rest of what she says, because I’ve backed over the edge, and I’m falling.
CHAPTER 37
KIRAN
Fin and I make it to the shoddy hut on the outskirts of Sureth village just after sundown.
The boards are rotting in places, and the entire edifice is overgrown with ivy, and not the intentional, decorative sort.
The door is crooked on its hinges.
Fin and I exchange a silent look, which is about all we’ve exchanged since our fight. I knock on the door.
Minutes pass, and no one comes.
I knock again, this time harder.
There’s a scuffle on the other side of the door, but it’s muted, like someone is trying to keep their footsteps soft.
Out of instinct, I scan the dingy windows, and sure enough, I spot a shadow peeking out at us from the window to our right. It ducks as soon as it catches me watching, but the person must realize it’s no use pretending no one is home any longer, because seconds later, a voice sounds from the other side of the door.
“We’re closed.”
“When do you open?” Fin asks, hands tucked into his pockets, though his voice is strained.
“Permanently closed,” says the voice.
“Well, in that case, now seems as good a time as any,” calls my brother, infusing his voice with the charm I’ve grown to envy over the years.
“Who are you?”
Fin gives me a questioning look.
“We’re here to see Solomon,” I say.
The voice on the other side of the door pauses. “What business do you have with Solomon?”
I open my mouth, ready to come up with an excuse that’s not untrue, but Fin just blurts out, rather casually, as if he is telling a servant what he’d like for dinner, “We’re his sons.”
The person on the other side of the door stops breathing. There’s a click as he unlocks the latch, and the door creaks open.
Fin’s lantern casts light into the dark room, its rays reflected on the face of the male who can only be our father.
