The Evanescence (Fallen Soul Series) (26 page)

“Good enough?” I ask, scooting the chair closer to him.

He bites his lip again, jiggling his knee nervously. “Who knows?” He lets out a deep breath and then crosses his arms over his chest. “I have to ask you a question first, and then I’ll decide if I’m going to spill my secrets.” He pauses. “Do you really believe that there is a way to stop all of this, put everything back—the Fey, the Lost Souls? Do you think you can find a way to save Alex from Draven, and make the world a peaceful place, or whatever the hell you want to call it?”

I shift uncomfortably in my chair. “I’d love to say, yes, but after what I told you in the kitchen, I think you already know my answer.”

He shakes his head at me. “But I need to hear you say it. And really mean it, if you do.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me that it’s important.”

I’m not sure I trust him. I mean, I barely know him, but he has this look in his eyes, like he’s almost begging me to do it. Say the words and free him from whatever he’s about to say.

My thoughts drift to everything I’ve been through with Alex, Laylen, and Aislin. I want to believe that we can fix everything—save the world and make it a better place—but deep down, I know that problems are piling up, and really, there’s only so much four people can do. Well five, if you count Evan.

“The truth?” I ask and he nods his head once. “No, I don’t think we can fix it. I think we can fix some of the things, but when it all comes down to it, there’s just too much, and it seems like more and more problems are being added to the plate. It’s going to break eventually.”

“And what do you see happening when it breaks?” He holds my gaze.

I shrug. “Mass chaos. Destruction. The usual.”

He shakes his head. “No, what do you
see
?”

I sit forward in the chair, stunned. “Are you asking me to use my Foreseer power to purposefully look into the future? Because, I don’t do that anymore.”

“Just try it this one time, okay? I need to see… I need to know if something I saw is right.”

I gape at him. “You can see visions, too?”

He stares at me like I’m a moron and then traces the “S” wrapped by a circle marking his upper arm. “I do have Foreseer power.”

I relax back in the chair. “I hate looking at things… knowing how it could turn out.”

“Gemma, just listen to him,”
my father whispers inside my head.
“It’s important. Please.”

I blink my eyes at the sound of my father’s voice. “I can’t… please don’t make me.”

Evan gives me a funny look. “I’m not making you do anything.”

I shake my head at him. “I’m not talking to you.”

Things start to get a little weird between us and he avoids my gaze like he thinks I’m going to flip out and stab him or something.

“I’m not making you,”
my father tells me.
“I just need you to know that you need to do it. It’s important, and I know the kind of person you are—if it needs to be done, you’ll do it.”

“But do what?”

“See. Listen. Choose. Decide.”

I’m still not sure what he means exactly, but I listen because there’s not much else I can do at the moment. “Okay, I will…” I whisper, and then shut my eyes, fearing what I’ll see—what I won’t see.

Images instantly blast inside of my skull, like shards of glass. I focus on the one I need, and then I latch onto it.

I’m standing on a path. No two paths. It starts as one, but halfway up, it forks out into two. It’s paved with various images, reflecting in the light above my head; not the sun, but an actual light, bright and radiant.

“Where am I?” I murmur, turning in a circle.

The sound of my echo is the only response I get, so I start up the path, hunting for something, but all there is to the side of me is desert land.

When I reach the fork, I stop. “Which way?” I glance to the left, which winds and curves endlessly out into the distance, then I turn my attention to the other one. It’s short, no more than two steps and then it just drops, fades into nothing, just an abrupt fall.

“Which one do I choose!?” I call out and my voice echoes. “Dad!”

All I keep hearing is my own voice, so I ball my hands into fists, glancing from left to right. What do I do? I mean, it seems obvious. Keep walking along the one that continues to flow, the one I know will take me somewhere, but where? What if it’s bad?

Then, there’s the other one, which doesn’t seem that much better. It just falls. If I jump, where will I go? Somewhere? Nowhere?

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain how I make my decision. Maybe it’s the need for chance, hoping for a change? Maybe I just wanted to fall? Maybe I really did believe that walking into it blind was better than walking into the knowing? Or maybe I was just ready to for it to be over? In the end, I end up walking down the short path and, with only a second of hesitation, I jump off the ledge into the darkness.

My eyes snap open and I feel eerily calm. I glance around at the garage, at the street outside the window, at the sky, the sun.

“What did you see?” Evan asks. When I don’t respond, he leans forward, getting close to me. “Gemma, what is it?”

I turn my head slowly towards him, meeting his eyes. “The end.”

I thought he’d question my response, but all he does is nod. “That’s what I thought.” He glances at the garage door and then back at me. “You know, I’ve been waiting around for you to say that for a very long time.”

“What?” The calm lifts from my body. “What are you talking about?”

He relaxes back in his chair, calm and settled, acting very different than he was five minutes ago. “The Omnias are kind of a strange breed,” he says. “Since we have a lot of power, we know a lot of things, like how the future’s going to turn out… Or at least, how it could turn out, depending on the choices people make.”

“People like me?” I question.

“In this case, yes,” he says. “I just needed for you to choose to change it.”

I shake my head. “Please tell me you’re not talking about tampering with visions because that just ruins stuff. Trust me, I know from experience.”

Evan smiles amusedly “I’m a Foreseer, Gemma. I know better than to tamper with visions.” He lowers his voice again and leans forward once more, he looks me straight in the eye, like he’s burrowing into my thoughts, or maybe just pressing the importance. “What I’m talking about is going back to where it all started.”

“You mean when Helena possessed me?” I ask, confused.

“Resetting time!” My eyes widen as I remember what my father said. Is it the same thing?

 Evan flinches at the loudness of my voice. “Gemma, quiet. No one can know about this.” 

I take some calming breaths; then lower my voice. “But you’re talking about resetting time. Like actual time?”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, you’ve had the power of a Star trapped inside of you and you don’t believe resetting time is possible?”

Okay, he has me there. “But if there’s a way to reset time, why haven’t I heard about it?”

“Because it’s a secret of the Omnia,” he explains. “Why do you think I was so weird about telling you about it?”

I shrug. “I thought maybe you were just being a weirdo.”

His lips turn downward. “Well, I’m not. I’m trying to make sure this all plays out correctly.”

“Correctly?”

“Resetting time—performing the evanescence—is dangerous,” he warns in a high, unsteady voice. “It’s only supposed to be done when it’s
supposed
to be done.”

To a normal person his words probably would sound confusing, but to me, a Foreseer, I get it. “So that’s what I saw? In the vision? Me, resetting time?”

He shrugs. “That’s for you to interpret.”

I think about the paths, one long, one short, one endless, one abrupt. “I think I saw it resetting.”

He seems pleased by this, but I’m not. I’m scared to death. Scared that what waits for me in my past could be even lonelier and worse than what my future holds now.

“Why are you just now suggesting this?” I wonder, plucking at a stray piece of wicker on the arm of the chair.

He moves his chair forward, the legs making a loud scraping sound against the concrete. “It had to be the right time. It had to play out how it was meant to. You had to get to the point where you’d understand. I knew one day we’d probably be sitting here talking about this, but only if I did things the right way.” He pauses and I notice some of the marks on his skin are starting to glow. “You needed to be ready to do this. Mentally.”

“Why me?” I ask. “I’m not a Star anymore. There’s nothing that great about me. I’m pretty much just a girl who magnetizes trouble to her.”

His eyes soften a little and it looks strange on him. “You saved the world once. Do you know how many people can say that? How many people can say they saved the freaking world from a portal?”

“I didn’t do it alone,” I point out. “I had help and, if I didn’t, it
would
have ended.”

“I realize that, but there are other things about you that can make it so this can happen,” he says, and I start to shake my head in protest, but he holds up his hand, silencing me. “Just hear me out, okay?”

Sighing, I nod. “Fine, I’m listening, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to agree with you.”

He looks like he disagrees with me as he starts, “When I was younger, I was told a story by my father. He told me that I’d be powerful one day and that the time would come when I’d need to use one of my powers to change the world.  That there’d be a war and the world would pretty much be falling apart.” He pauses, his forehead scrunched as he recollects. “But I’d need the help of another person, someone who’s already saved the world once. Someone who was a Foreseer, but who had other abilities. They’d be powerful, connected to the Fey and the Keepers, they could carry a hell of a lot more power on top of it.”

 “I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” I tell him as he eyes me over.

He considers something, wavering, before he meets my gaze again. “You had the Star’s power inside you, right?”

I nod warily. “Yeah…”

“Do you know how strong you have to be to carry all that energy inside you?”

“Well, it wasn’t by choice.”

“But you still lived through it.”

“So did Alex.”

“But Alex isn’t you,” he points out. “Alex isn’t a Foreseer, Fey, and now a freaking Queen.”

“Empress,” I correct pointlessly.

He smiles, like he thinks I’m going to agree. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you can handle it.”