The Goddess Inheritance (29 page)

Light

Behind me, Nicholas cried out, and his grief rose above the wind. The pinpricks of light in the unnaturally black sky echoed his pain, and at last I understood.

“Ava?” As she sank to the ground, I crawled to her side. My hand hovered over the wound. It was deep—too deep not to be fatal, unless I got the dagger out before the fog could penetrate her heart. Could I without making it worse? Wasn’t much of a choice. If I didn’t, she would die for sure. I gripped the handle. “This is going to hurt.”

Slowly I pulled it out, and her screams shattered the clamor of battle. As soon as the blade was free from her chest, I pressed my hand against the wound, willing the blood to stop flowing. She couldn’t die. Not after all of this.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, her eyes rimmed with red. “I thought—I thought it was for the best, I thought—”

“You did nothing wrong.” Her face swam in front of me, and I blinked rapidly. “Thank you. I’m so sorry I ever doubted you.”

“You—forgive me?” she whispered.

“Of course.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I love you.”

A trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth. “Finish this,” she said, barely audible. For one horrible moment I thought she wanted me to kill her, but she wrapped her cold fingers over my fist, the one that held the dagger, and I understood.

I glanced over my shoulder. Calliope stared at Ava, and despite all her posturing, undeniable shock spread across her face. Why? Wasn’t this exactly what she’d meant to do?

No, this was an accident. She hadn’t been aiming for Ava. She’d been aiming for me. Either way, I couldn’t afford to give her the chance to build her defenses. Lashing out, I went for her ankle, and grim satisfaction filled me as the blade sliced through skin and bone.

Collapsing to the ground, she screamed, a horrible, gut-wrenching sound that resonated through every cell of my body. With inhuman strength, she clawed at my hand, fighting to dislodge the dagger. “It’s over, Kate. Let it
go.
”

As she tried to take the blade from me, it cut her palms to ribbons, and her blood flowed freely down my arm. Her fingers dug underneath mine, and she began to pry the dagger loose from my hand.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” she said in that girlish voice. Just a few seconds more, and she would have it. I cried out as the handle began to slip from my bloody grip, and tears of frustration streaked down my face. “I’m going to get Henry back, and Callum will be mine. He’s my son, not yours, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll make sure whenever he hears your name, he knows you abandoned him. I’ll make sure he knows you never loved him. I’ll make sure he hates you more than he hates anyone in the—”

I roared, half blind with rage. My hand slipped past her, and between us, something made a sickening wet sound. She doubled over and went rigid, her eyes round with shock.

Breathing heavily, I tried to shove her off me, my fist still wrapped around the handle of the dagger. Something was wrong though—when I tried to pull back, the dagger resisted, and Calliope folded her body around my arm.

Her cries turned to gurgles, and she tore at my elbow with what little strength she had left. The weapon slipped from my grip, and she fell away, clawing at her chest.

I scrambled back. The silver handle stuck out of her chest at a sideways angle, through her sternum and pointing directly to her heart. Blood poured from the wound, and she convulsed, the golden aura around her fading until there was nothing left.

“You—” she managed, but the rest of her words died along with her. Her body stilled and her eyes stared at me, empty and unseeing.

“No,” I whispered. “You did this to yourself.”

All at once, the sky exploded, and white light blasted through the darkness. The din of war gave way to a chorus of the most beautiful voices I’d ever heard, and underneath me, Calliope’s body began to glow again. I hurried back to Ava’s side and took her hand. Nicholas joined us, and despite the fat tears rolling down his cheeks, he was smiling.

The black clouds reformed into a funnel, and it grew smaller and more concentrated until the darkness formed a man. Cronus.

“Rhea!” he boomed, his voice everywhere at once. The white light took form as well, and Rhea descended from the sky. She still wore the form of the little girl she’d been in Africa, but despite her stature, she radiated power.

Moving past Cronus as if he wasn’t even there, Rhea knelt beside Calliope’s empty body. “My daughter,” she whispered. At her touch, the blood disappeared, and the knife fell to the ground, dull and void of Titan power. “What has happened to you?”

I wiped my eyes, smearing blood across my face. The overwhelming weight of what I’d done hit me, and my body sagged under the pressure. I’d killed her child. Everything I’d feared Calliope doing to Milo, I’d done to Rhea. I really was a murderer.

I hadn’t meant to do it though—I’d only been protecting myself. Calliope was the one who hadn’t given up. She was the one who’d gone after me. She was the one who’d started this all.

If I’d had the chance to do it again though, I would have. “I’m sorry,” I said thickly. “I had no choice.”

A silver tear rolled down Rhea’s cheek. “No, I suppose you did not.”

One by one, the other gods joined us on the roof, no longer hindered by Cronus. They didn’t go to Calliope and Rhea, though; instead they appeared in a circle around Ava, Nicholas and me.

Walter arrived first, and he sat on the cracked roof beside me, drawing her head into his lap. He petted her hair, whispering words I couldn’t hear, and Ava smiled weakly. A strange light emanated from his hands, and I knew without asking that somehow he was keeping her alive.

“Please, Mother,” said Walter, his voice choked. I’d never seen him cry before. “You cannot save your daughter, but you can save mine.”

Rhea grew still. “What’s done is done. My daughter chose this path, and so did yours.”

The world around me narrowed until all I could feel was Ava’s hand in mine, growing colder by the second. No.
No.
It was completely within Rhea’s power to save Ava. She had to.

“You can’t just let her die.” I struggled to stand, but someone set their hands on my shoulders, holding me down. Henry. “All she was trying to do was stop Cronus. She was doing what you wouldn’t.”

Rhea said nothing. Cronus knelt beside her, and though his expression was emotionless, he touched Calliope’s face.

“Please, Cronus,” I begged. “Ava doesn’t have to die.”

He looked at me, and in that moment, I allowed myself to hope. Maybe after all this time, he’d gained an ounce of humanity. Without a word, he gestured toward us, and a wave of pleasant numbness passed through my body. The fire inside me cooled. He’d healed me. He understood, after all.

I clasped Ava’s hand and looked down at her, but instead of stopping, blood flowed from her chest with every weakened beat of her heart. “But...” I looked up, and Walter bowed his head.

“She does not have to die, but she will,” said Cronus. “Consider us even.”

The edges of my vision darkened, and the sunset sky seemed to spin until everything was a blur. “Even?” I whispered, and as if every drop of grief and despair and guilt rushed out of me at the same time, I screamed, “You’re letting her die so we’ll be
even?
”

I struggled against Henry’s grip, but he wrapped his arms around me so tightly I could barely move. “Kate, calm down,” he said, his breath warm against my ear, but it was pointless.

“He’s killing her!” I shrieked, and James knelt beside Henry. My outrage smothered the relief that came with knowing he was all right. “It’s not my fault—you can’t make this my fault!”

It’s okay,
whispered Ava’s voice, and her fingers tightened around mine.
You’re right.
It isn’t your fault.

I clung to her hand.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It shouldn’t be like this.

But it is. I’m ready.

A loud, hiccupping sob escaped me.
We’ll find a way around this, I promise. I’ll find a way to fix you.

A faint smile appeared on Ava’s bloodstained lips.
Not this time, Kate. I love you. We all do, even if some of us aren’t very good at showing it sometimes.
Her blue eyes, fast draining of life, turned toward Henry.
Don’t forget that. Or me, okay? I won’t ever fade completely as long as someone’s here to remember me.

I couldn’t breathe. Sob after sob ripped through me, and it was all I could do to speak. “I won’t.”

One by one, the members of the council joined Ava to silently say their goodbyes. Everyone, even Dylan, cried wordlessly. As destroyed as I was, it had to be nothing compared to what they were all going through, and I forced myself into silence. But even though it was selfish, I couldn’t let go of her hand. Walter didn’t stop stroking her hair either, his fingers glowing with the only thing keeping her alive. In those precious few minutes, he aged a thousand years.

At last, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the light in Walter’s hands died. And just like that, Ava was gone.

The world went silent. Even the ocean grew still, and the violet shades of dusk hung in the sky far longer than they should have. No one spoke. No one moved. No one took that step from before into after, and we all lingered together in that eternal moment.

It should’ve never ended, but the council couldn’t deny time forever. Eventually Henry set his hand on my back, and though he was gentle, he pried my fingers from Ava’s cold ones. The separation cut through me, but there was nothing I could do. She was dead.

Walter cleared his throat and set her head down on the rooftop. Standing on shaking legs, he struggled to draw himself to his full height, clearly weakened. “An eye for an eye,” he said. “Let it not happen again. Will you go peacefully, Father?”

“No,” said Cronus, and before fury could overtake what little sense of self-preservation I had left, Henry rubbed my back, his touch soothing the fire out of me.

“You will,” said Rhea. “It is over. I will not allow you to continue this cycle of destruction. They have taken one of ours, and we have taken one of theirs. That is the end.”

Cronus’s form began to blur into black fog, but as soon as it started, white light encased him, and he growled. “Let me go, Rhea.”

“I will not,” she said with quiet resolve. “Neither will the council. This is their world now, and you have proven you have no place in it. I will only repeat our son once—will you go peacefully?”

Silence.

“Then you leave me with no choice,” said Rhea, and the light around Cronus grew blindingly bright. I looked away, and Cronus cried out, the first real sound of pain I’d ever heard from him.

Good. He deserved it.

“Stop! I will—go peacefully,” he managed to say, and the light lessened.

“Very well. My son?” said Rhea, and Henry released me.

“I will return shortly,” he said, kissing my hair. “James, take care of her.”

As he stood, James’s arms replaced Henry’s, and for the first time, I took a good look at the council. Everyone was there, even Ella and Theo. Everyone except—

“Where’s my mother?” All the blood drained from my face as the world once again began to spin. “James, where is she?”

“She’s fine,” he said quickly. “I promise. She’s with Milo.”

“I want to see her,” I said, and he nodded, running his fingers through my hair like Walter had done for Ava. Maybe he thought it would help, but the hollowness inside me didn’t lessen. I wasn’t sure it ever would.

Rhea touched Cronus’s elbow, and Henry took her hand. My eyes met his, and he nodded once before the three of them disappeared, undoubtedly back into Tartarus. The last thing I wanted was to let him out of my sight, and familiar dread pooled in my stomach. What if something went wrong and I never saw him again?

Before my fear could work itself into anything substantial, James gathered me up and helped me to my feet. His cheek glistened, and I brushed the pad of my thumb against his wet skin. “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t say it enough.

James shook his head, his lips moving as he fought to find his voice. I hugged him, and he clung to me, needing me as much as I needed him.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go home.”

* * *

My mother was waiting for us in Olympus, rocking Milo’s cradle as he slept. Relieved, I staggered toward her, barely able to see straight.

“Oh, my darling, you’re all right,” she cried, throwing her arms around me. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. She was all right, Milo was all right, Henry was all right—

But Ava wasn’t.

All at once, what was left of my inner strength crumbled. “Ava’s dead,” I whispered, choking on the words.

My mother tensed, and from the doorway, James cleared his throat. “Calliope, as well,” he said roughly. “Rhea and Henry are escorting Cronus back to Tartarus now.”

“A small victory,” my mother said as her eyes filled with tears. “At least...at least...”

She didn’t finish. For the first time in my life, my mother shattered. Her knees gave out, and she eased down onto the edge of her bed. Though I desperately wanted to go to Milo, I curled up with her, struggling to hold it together while she cried. She’d spent years pouring her strength into me and hiding her hurt so mine wouldn’t worsen. Now it was my turn.

“The way we treated her this past year...” My mother created a handkerchief and dabbed her eyes. “She shouldn’t have been there. We should’ve let her come back when she asked.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. Walter had been the one to make that decision. “She tried to tell me why she was doing it so many times, and I never listened. Cronus—” My voice broke. “He wouldn’t save her. He healed me, and he could’ve healed her, too, but because of me—because of me, he refused.”

My mother leaned her head against mine and drew me into her arms. “It is not your fault either,” she croaked, but there was conviction in her voice. “Cronus would have never saved her, even if you’d been by his side and fulfilled your promises to him. Honor means nothing to him. He is defined by the power he has, and all you did was bruise his ego. You did not change who he is or who he chooses to be.”