“My mom gave it to me,” I lie with a shrug.
He rests his arms behind his head and puts his bare feet up on the table. “You managed to save her from The Underworld, then? Wow, again I’m impressed with your breathtaking ability.” He winks at me. “And beauty.”
“Yeah, and without your help I might add.” I glare at him.
“I wouldn’t say that.” A grin creeps across his face. “Since I gave you the Ira.”
“After you kidnapped me and chained me to the wall,” I retort. “Don’t give yourself credit where credit isn’t earned. All you do is trick people and make things all messy and overly complicated.”
He bites at his bottom lip with desire in his eyes. “You’re getting awfully wound up right now. I like it.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
I about jump up from the seat to strangle him, but Aislin stops me, sticking her arm out in front of me like a barricade.
“Don’t let him get to you,” she says. “He likes it more than he hates it.”
She’s right. Nicholas does seem to get his kicks from pissing me off, so I sit back down and try to relax. “What’s the purpose of the mapping ball?” I ask as calmly as I can.
Nicholas rolls his eyes. “I already told you it’s to keep track of the things someone has done in their lifetime. If that is your dad’s, then when we go inside it, we should be able to follow a map of his life.”
Alex’s forehead creases. “Why would your dad give this to you?” he asks me. “What does he want you to see?”
“I thought you said your mom gave it to you.” Nicholas slants forward with a look of intrigue on his face. “Did you just get caught in a lie?” he asks me.
I give Alex a really look, wondering what’s wrong with him. It’s not like him to be so careless. “My dad said it would tell me how to save the world from Stephan, or at least fix the world’s future… And if it holds a map of his life, then maybe I can see what vision he erased and recreated to make it so Stephan could end the world.”
Nicholas claps his hands. “Bravo. You figured that one out all on your own.”
“You’re such and ass**le,” I snap. “You could have just told me that to begin with.”
“I know a lot of things I choose not to share with you,” he replies. “It’s what makes life fun.”
“But you have to tell the truth—you made the Blood Promise,” I say, questioning if something went wrong.
“They’re called loopholes, Gemma,” Nicholas says with a satisfied look. “You have to ask me the question in order for me to tell you what I know. I don’t just have to give you all my secrets.”
“Okay, so do you know how to fix all of this then?” I ask. “Do you know what I need to do to save the world—to put everything back to the way it was like my father told me to do?”
Nicholas smiles, sitting lazily back in the chair. “I do. Would you like me to tell you?”
Fucking faeries. “Yes, Nicholas.’ I force tolerance as Alex gives me an I told you so look, like I should now understand why he gets so aggravated with him, which I do. “I’m asking you to please share everything you know about mapping balls and Stephan’s evil plan to end the world.”
Aislin’s phone starts ringing from inside her pocket. She takes it out and when she looks at the screen, she mutters, “Whose number is that?” She gets to her feet and heads out of the room as she answers it.
I redirect my attention back to Nicholas. “Start talking.”
He does some weird bow thing as if he’s obeying my command. “What would you like to know, princess?”
I press back my aggravation. “How to fix the vision back to what it was.”
Nicholas scoops the mapping ball up in his hand, gets up, and wanders around the coffee table toward me. Alex begins to get to his feet but I shake my head at him.
“The thing about visions,” Nicholas plops down on the sofa next to me and rotates the crystal ball in his hand, “is that everything is connected to each other.”
“I’m not sure what you mean or how that’ll help me fix the vision.” I scoot away from him.
Nicholas stares down at the mapping ball, glimmering in the light. “In the Foreseer world, every vision is connected so say you make the decision to become a singer. You go down to the local talent show, try out, win, and go on become a famous singer.” His fingers fold tightly around the crystal ball. “Each one of those events that took place in your life to get you to the grand finale would be seen as their own vision. The decision, the trying out, the winning—all of them led to you becoming famous. They’re all connected to one another—each one had to happen in order for the other one to happen.”
“So if I never made the decision to become a singer,” I say. “Then none of the rest would have happened—I would have never tried out or went on to make a career in singing.”
“Exactly,” Nicholas says with a snap of his finger. “And if a Foreseer wants to change the path of your life, he could just alter the first event and it could change everything from that point on. So say he put the idea in your head to become a ballerina. But on your way to tryouts, you left a minute later because you had to put on your tutu so you get in a car accident and die.”
“But how could changing what I wanted to be, change my life that much?” I ask. “How can one tiny thing f**k up everything so that I’d die?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the butterfly effect?” he asks, arching his brows.
“Yeah, I learned about it in one of my classes.” Classes. Such a normal thing to say yet it feels so abnormal.
“Well, it’s like that. Change one small thing in your life and it alters everything. Ruin it or sometimes make it better, depending on what you do.” He pauses, mulling something over with a thoughtful expression. “I’m not sure what your father erased and recreated in order to get the world to end, but for us to stop it without doing too much damage, the best thing to do is to erase him before he changes the event. Well, not actually erase you father, but we would go into the mapping ball, find the memory of your father where he changed the vision, and erase him before he does it… like you did with yourself on the beach.”