Page 6 of Fractured Souls
“Don’t say their name,” the voice instructed. “It calls them. But yes, it’s about them. You are running out of time, Lorcan. You need to ensure you and the others are prepared.”
I swallowed, feeling any of the lightness from before fade. “How do we prepare? We are literally trying to figure that out right now.”
“Find the other holder of the prophecy. The two of you must work together.”
The other prophecy holder…
“Lorcan. Fuck, why isn’t she waking up?” Rhett’s voice was filled with agitation as he held me in his arms.
“Because she’s talking tohim.” Zander’s voice rang out to me in the chaos of the others talking, although his words silenced them almost immediately.
“Who the hell is ‘him’?” Draven growled, his voice causing my toes to nearly curl.
“The Cosmos god.”
My eyes snapped open as it all flooded back to me, everything he had said, and more importantly… “It’s not the first time. When I went into that weird limbo after the office incident with Zeke, he spoke to me then too.”
Shit. My voice sounded rough and my throat hurt, like I’d slept with my mouth open. I had a feeling that everything in the Demonic realm had taken it out of me a bit more than I realized. I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was sick, but…
Zander crouched in front of me. “I’m surprised this is the first time he’s reached out to you—usually he’s vocal with sirens.”
“The Cosmos god just pops into people’s dreams?” Adriel asked, incredulous.
I smiled at that. “Don’t worry, Adri, it’s not that common—I’m justsuperpopular.”
“I wish you were less popular with the dark—”
I leaned forward and pressed a finger to Rhett’s lips, more of an excuse to touch him than anything. “Don’t say their name. Apparently it calls them. So no-no on the big baddies.”
“Big baddies?” Desmond arched a brow in amusement.
“I feel like it’s a good nickname, and I could literally be talking about anyone.” I flashed a smile, trying to shake the weirdness of the past day with some humor. “Wait…where are we?”
“Private airport. The jet is being prepared,” Desmond explained.
Sitting up, I looked around the small building we were in as I tried to gather my thoughts. “What he said was important.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, leaning forward.
“He said that we were running out of time,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut. “Shocking, I know.”
Cash’s chuckle had me nearly smiling.
“But he also said I needed to find the other prophecy holder, that there are two of us.”
“Another siren?” Zander demanded, looking surprised by that concept.
I shook my head. “I don’t…I don’t think so. Wait—did he never tell you about the prophecy?”
“No, but he tells me nothing,” Zander grunted, genuine annoyance in his voice. “I don’t know much about prophecies, though. It’s something we need to add to our list of topics to research.”
“Which is why we need to head to Chamonix.”
Adriel’s words had me frowning. “In France?”
“It’s where the Elven realm portal is,” he explained. “Although considering the time of year, it will be loaded down with tourists.”
“Time of year…”
