The Shadow Prince
Page 38“What will they do with Daphne? How will they use her to get the Key?”
“I don’t know that much. But I heard what the Oracle said in the ceremony—that you are the one who can bring her back to the Court.”
Can—that being the word that sticks with me. She didn’t say I will—there is no guarantee that I will succeed. As it stands at this moment, I am just as likely to fail as I am to succeed.
And with the mistakes I made today, the scales seem tipped too much in failure’s favor.…
No. That is the way Rowan would want me to think. He would want me to let my fears get in the way. I was the one who was Chosen, not Rowan. I am the one who is here, not him.
The only thing standing in the way of my restoring the full power of the Underrealm is Daphne herself. Part of me worries I’m not prepared for taking on this Cypher, but at the same time, I am glad for the challenge of a worthy opponent. It will make my victory all the more satisfying.
“What is the best way to defeat her?” I ask Dax. “How do I take her down?”
“Take her down?” he repeats, as if I’ve just said something distasteful.
“Whoa,” Dax says. “You’re looking at this all wrong. First of all, you can’t think of her as an opponent. That’s you thinking like an Underlord warrior. You’re going to have to take a more human approach. You’re not here to defeat her; you’re here to get her to trust you. You need her to like you. Actually, more than that,” he says with a weird smile. “You’re going to have to get her to fall in love with you.”
I stare at Dax, dumbfounded. He might as well have told me I needed to sprout wings and fly into the sun. “How am I supposed to get her to fall in love with me when I don’t know the first thing about … it? Love, I mean.”
Dax sighs like he has no idea of how to explain it to me.
And I thought he was supposed to be my guide.
Brim bristles on my shoulder. Her purr turns into a growl. I follow her glare toward the hallway that leads to the garage.
“Simon,” Dax says. “She must hear him pulling in.”
“Time to hide you,” I tell Brim, catching her in my hands before she can go running toward the garage.
I nod my acceptance and head up the stairs with my cat contraband. I think I hear Garrick’s door click shut as I walk down the long hallway, and I wonder how much he overheard.
When I get back to my room, I make a nest of blankets for Brim under my bed and pull out my iPhone. Brim snubs her nest, and instead curls up at my feet. I hit one of the phone’s icons and pull up a search engine. I am not sure which question to research first:
“What does it mean to be human?” or “How do I get a girl to like me?”
Because when it comes to both of those queries, I haven’t got a clue.
Chapter twenty-two
DAPHNE
I’m the first one in the music room on Monday morning. I had to get to school early to pick up my finalized schedule now that I’ve been accepted into the music program. The official verdict had come via my new Olympus Hills High email account Sunday afternoon. I had celebrated over speakerphone with the crew at Paradise Plants. Jonathan had led the employees in a hip-hip-hurray cheer, and my mother had done a somewhat decent job at hiding her disappointment—in her voice anyway. She hadn’t been thrilled about my having found a nearly dead girl in the lake, either. But Jonathan, having been pre-warned, was able to keep her from going into a full-on mother-bear panic. CeCe still didn’t know about my getting into the music program—nor about the girl in the lake incident—because she had called in sick, and still hadn’t returned my voice mail.
I stand by myself in the music room, drinking in all the sounds of the new room and its state-of-the-art facilities, when I realize that I’m not sure where to sit. I’ve gone to the same school all my life, sat next to the same friends, and suddenly the idea of not being able to do that today really hits me. I’d known I’d be starting over; I just didn’t know what that would feel like until this moment. I finally settle into a seat in the middle row—not too eager, not too aloof—of the semicircle of chairs that face a small stage, and watch students trickle in through the doorway. Some I recognize from auditions, and others are strangers, but there’s only one topic of conversation that consumes them all—what happened to Pear Perkins in the grove.
Even the ladies in the main office had been gossiping about it. Which is how I’d heard that the Olympus Hills Medical Center had released a statement saying that Pear had a heart attack brought on by a pre-existing heart condition.
Part of me wants to be filled with relief, knowing it was a medical issue and not something I could have prevented by warning her not to go into the grove, but another part of me can’t shake the image of those gashes on her arm from my memory. Could tree branches have really caused those wounds? Or had my theory been correct about the stranger in the grove and nobody had bothered to investigate that angle?
I shake my head, thinking I am being overly paranoid. A doctor had determined that what happened to Pear was caused by a heart attack. Why would the medical center have any reason to put out a false report?
“That’s the thing,” I hear someone say, coming into the room. I recognize the voice as Lexie’s. “If Pear had a heart condition, I would have known about it. We’ve been friends for, like, ever. And besides, I know all my competitions’ weaknesses.”
The word frenemy comes to mind and I make a snerking sound. Lexie sends a glare in my direction before sitting in the front row with her posse of girls. I imagine they’re the infamous Sopranos I’ve been hearing about.