I leaned over to place a kiss in the center of the turtle’s shell. “And the word aiga?”
“It means ‘family.’ The ten stars represent everyone I’ve lost, and the moon is for my father.”
I hoped he didn’t have to add any more stars. My sigh caught on a sob, but I stopped myself before it broke.
“Hey.” He lifted my chin with one finger. “Like I said tonight, I’m not going to lose you.”
“You saved me in that alley; you didn’t leave. You or your friends.” I couldn’t imagine what I would do if Dune weren’t part of my life. “You stayed, and gave me a reason to hold on.”
As if he heard the words I couldn’t utter, he said, “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”
I moved to the skin over his heart, placed a kiss there. “I don’t want that, either. Not ever.”
“Hallie.” He spoke my name in a whisper.
He was watching me. Raw, unmasked. All that control conquered. Finally.
“Dune,” I whispered back.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me back, but his expression didn’t change. “A lot of terrible things went down tonight.”
“Yes, they did. Good reason to claim a stake on life, don’t you think?”
“All I can think about is trying to stop this.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?” I traced the outline of his bottom lip, staring at his mouth. “Are you really going to tell me no?”
“Yes, I want to kiss you. I’m not insane. And who could possibly tell you no?”
I had time to smile before his kisses burned down the column of my throat, across my collarbone. He took my face in his hands, leaned back, and brought my mouth down to his.
I let myself sink into the kiss, into him.
When he rolled me over and covered my body with his own, I lost my breath.
Dune thought he was so quiet, sneaking out of bed. When a 220-pound weight lifted, a girl noticed.
I’d slept enough, but I stayed quiet, letting him think I was still out cold. I had a lot to think about, and he’d spent a good part of the past hour making sure I hadn’t thought at all.
When he shut the door behind him, I opened my eyes. His laptop was open on my desk. I didn’t hesitate.
I clicked on the external hard drive that held all the Infinityglass info. I didn’t look at anything else on his computer. I didn’t want to invade his privacy. I just wanted a quick look at the things that pertained to me that I hadn’t seen yet. No one could fault that.
Especially if I didn’t get caught.
There were carefully labeled folders organized by year, and one with the words time-related objects underneath. I found other folders with lists of links, articles scanned from old newspapers, and thumbnails of pictures, one of which showed an hourglass in a frame made out of human bones. It had been stolen from a museum.
By me.
Others were things I’d never seen or heard of, and while some of them were truly scary, others seemed downright ridiculous. I kept skimming until I found a folder with my initials on it, and then I was overcome by that undeniable feeling of anxiety that arrives when you’re seeing something you shouldn’t.
That didn’t stop me from clicking.
Three other names occupied my desktop file, each with folders of their own.
Two females, one male.
Very little information was provided. One of the girls helped on an archeological dig that took place around the time Tut’s tomb was discovered, in the golden age of archeology. The other worked on a farm, possibly in the United Kingdom, and listed no dates.
The guy’s folder had nothing but a name and a GPS location.
I scanned the rest of the information.
Scientific terms, mathematical equations—gibberish to me. I closed out the hard drive and saw a minimized document I’d missed before. It didn’t even have a title, so it must have been what Dune was typing when I woke up.
There were notes about activation, with more questions than answers, and paragraphs written in another language: what looked like Arabic or Egyptian. There were also photographs of hieroglyphs.
Attempted translations were directly below the pictures, and one phrase in bold jumped off the page.
I read it. Twice.
And went to find Dune.
Dune
I’d tried to be quiet getting out of bed. Hallie needed rest, but there was no way I was sleeping after tonight.
I went down to grab a drink and found Poe in the kitchen.
“Popsicles again?” I asked.
“Picked them up on the way over, after you called.” He shut the freezer door and met my eyes. “Is Hallie okay?”
“She’s asleep. She got us out, Poe. We’d still be in that alley without her.” I stepped around him to the fridge, took out a bottle of water. “Something clicked for me tonight. Have you seen the section of the Skroll about the Infinityglass and the transfer of abilities?”
Poe crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, but I don’t know how it works. Do you?”
“I don’t.” Worry was all I knew. “Only that it results in death.”
He met my eyes. “Not Hallie’s. It can’t. I don’t think something as powerful as the Infinityglass is a one-time-use type of weapon.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, and then growled in frustration. “I want this to be resolved, and I want a mathematical, scientific formula that makes sense from beginning to end. Not mythology. Not fairy dust. Real answers that I can work with.”
“I hate to bring you down even more, but I’ve not made any progress. I can’t find out what activated Hallie’s Infinityglass ability. I’ve read and reread the Skroll. I’ve made lists of everything we’ve stolen in the past few months and researched every piece. I thought it could have been this clock, but it’s not. You said something clicked for you. What was it?”
“The Infinityglass is supposed to have ultimate power over the space time continuum, but since everything is screwed up, I don’t think that’s the case anymore. I’ve been translating the foreign language docs on the Skroll bit by bit, and one finished up tonight.”
“And?”
“I think the space time continuum is using Infinityglass Hallie as a power source, or at least the rips are. And I think it could deplete her. There’s something about the rips and the way they keep trying to pull her in—”
I heard a noise and held up one finger.
Ten seconds later, Hallie walked into the kitchen.
Messy hair, red lips, and loose limbs. She swiped the water bottle out of my hand, opened it, and took a long drink. In that moment, all I could think about was dragging her back to her room and shutting out the world. That thought disappeared real quick when she lowered the bottle.
“When were you going to tell me there’s a death sentence on my head?”
Neither Poe or I answered. Or moved.
“I just spent some quality time with your computer,” she said, handing the water back to me. “I want to know what’s going on. Put it in layman’s terms, professors.”
“We don’t know anything definite,” Poe started, but she held up one hand.
“How about you go back to what you stopped discussing right before I walked in here, about science and magic? Depletion?” She pointed to her ears. “Super-duper hearing these days, remember?”
Poe moved to the table and sat down, but said nothing.
Hallie looked back and forth between us. “The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. So one of you tell me what you know.”
I looked at Poe. I was the one with the theory, and I hadn’t even gotten a chance to explain it to him. I’d be swinging this sword by myself. I turned my attention to Hallie. “You saw my notes.”