Beautiful Chaos
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Because unless we found whoever it was, and convinced the One Who Is Two to do whatever had to be done by the Eighteenth Moon, I had a sinking feeling it didn’t matter what happened to either of us.
She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren’t holding hands, it felt like we were.
Because what we had, we knew.
11.20
The Next Generation
Back off, Boy Scout. I’ve told you everything I know. Why would I hide anything now?” John smiled and looked over at Liv. “I only wear the pants around here. She’s the one wearing the belt.”
It was true. His scorpion belt was slung around Liv’s waist. Lena had given it to Liv, since she seemed to be John’s babysitter when Macon wasn’t with him. They never left him alone. At night, Macon even Bound the study with Concealment and Confinement Casts.
But if John was telling the truth about his abilities, he would only have to touch Macon to gain some of his powers. The question was, why didn’t he? I was beginning to think he didn’t want to leave, but it made no sense.
Lately, nothing did.
Since my conversation with the Lilum—Wheel of Fate, Demon Queen, Mrs. English Who Was Not Mrs. English—I had more questions than answers. I had no idea how to find the One Who Is Two, and I didn’t know how much time we had left.
I needed to figure when the Eighteenth Moon was coming. I couldn’t give up on the idea that it had something to do with John Breed, ever since the John in County Care scribbled that message.
This John didn’t seem to care. He was lounging around on a cot against the wall, alternating between sleeping and pissing me off.
Lena was frustrated. John’s charm didn’t get him anywhere with her. “Abraham must have said something to you about the Eighteenth Moon.”
He shrugged, looking bored. “Your boyfriend’s the one who can’t shut up about it.”
“Yeah? You want to get off your ass and shut me up?”
Ethan, calm down. Don’t let him get to you.
Liv stepped in. “Ethan, I think we can keep things a little more civil down here. For all we know, John is as much a victim of Abraham’s reign of terror as the rest of us.” She sounded sympathetic—too sympathetic.
“Did he bite any of your best friends lately?” I snapped.
Liv looked embarrassed.
“Then I don’t want to hear about being civil.”
John pushed himself up from the cot. “You don’t have to talk to her like that. You’re pissed at me. Don’t take it out on Olivia. She’s busting her ass to help you.”
I looked at Liv. She was blushing as she checked the dials on her selenometer. I wondered if John’s Incubus magnetism was having an effect on her. “No offense, but shut the hell up.”
“Ethan!” Lena gave me her version of the Look. Now I was getting it from all sides.
John was amused. “You want me to talk, you want me to shut up. Let me know when you make up your mind.”
I didn’t want to talk to him at all. I wanted him to disappear. “Liv, what’s the point of keeping him around? He hasn’t told us anything. I bet he used his Caster power-sucking abilities to send a message to Abraham and Sarafine, and they’re on their way here right now.”
Liv crossed her arms, disapprovingly. “John hasn’t been sucking anyone’s powers. Most of the time, he’s alone with me. Or Macon and me.” She started to blush. “And yelling at him isn’t going to get you anywhere. John is basically a victim of torture. You can’t imagine the way Silas and Abraham treated him when he was growing up. Nothing you can say comes close to what he’s endured.”
I turned to John. “So, this is what you’ve been doing down here? Telling Liv sob stories so she’ll feel sorry for you? Man, you really are a manipulative ass**le.”
John stood up and walked over to where I was standing. “Funny, I was thinking what a charming ass**le you are.”
“Really?” I made a fist.
“No.” So did he.
“That’s enough.” Lena stepped between us. “This isn’t helping.”
“And it isn’t scientific, polite, or even remotely entertaining,” Liv added.
John wandered back to his cot. “I don’t know why everyone is so convinced this has to do with me.”
I wasn’t about to tell him about the messages from a kid who had suffered a head injury and didn’t speak. “This has something to do with the Eighteenth Moon. Lena’s isn’t until February, unless Sarafine and Abraham are pulling moons out of time again.” Lena crossed her arms, watching John.
He shrugged, revealing the black tattoo on his arm. “So you have a few months. Better get cracking.”
“I told you, she didn’t say it was Lena’s Eighteenth Moon. We may not have that much time.”
Liv whipped around to look at me. “Who didn’t say that?”
Crap. I didn’t want to tell her about the Lilum yet, especially not in front of John. Lena wasn’t the only girl I knew who was two things. Liv wasn’t a Keeper anymore, but she was still acting like one. “No one. It’s not important.”
Liv was watching me carefully. “You said a guy named John at County Care knew about the Eighteenth Moon—the one in the creepy birthday room. I thought that was the reason you’re here hounding John.”
“Hounding John? Is that what you think I’m doing?” I couldn’t believe how quickly he had gotten to her.