And he had no idea what that plan was.
“Show me Atlas,” Cyrus said.
The water rippled again, and the purple-skinned Titan appeared. He was standing in a forest of dead trees, alongside another Titan Cyrus recognized as Oceanus. Cyrus squinted, trying to make out other details. But all he could see was a decaying field and a vast array of dust and dirt.
It looked like they were in the middle of nowhere.
With a growl, Cyrus pushed the bowl away and rubbed his forehead. Once more, he felt the others watching him, waiting for him to decide what to do.
Even Evander was silent, though Cyrus waited for him to say,I told you so.
Because he’d been right. The reflection bowl didn’t hold the answers.
The Wild Spirits did.
Cyrus rubbed a hand down his face with a long sigh. “All right. Evander and I will cross through the portal to the fire witch clan. Hopefully, the witches will be able totell us about any hiding spots located within the Rhea Desert where we can search.”
“I’ll come, too,” Lagos said. “I worked in Tartarus for a long time. I’ll be able to smell Titan magic from afar.”
Cyrus looked at Lagos, his brow furrowing. “You want to go to the mortal realm? Are you sure?”
“You aren’t the only one who would go to great lengths to save Prue.” Lagos’s voice was full of an emotion that surprised Cyrus. He knew the demon was fond of Prue, but he didn’t realize how much.
The thought made his chest cinch even tighter, because he knew Prue would do the same for Lagos.
He turned to Theo and Maleck. “Can you manage the council in our absence?”
They both nodded. Maleck added, “I’ll address the people once more and assure them a solid plan is in place to bring back their queen.”
“Thank you.” Cyrus glanced at Evander, whose expression was stony as he stared at the reflection bowl. “Are you ready?”
Evander’s eyes flashed. “I’ve been ready for a long time, brother.”
“Good. Let’s get Prue and Mona back.”
MENTOR
TRIVIA
Midas wasthe last person in all the realms Trivia expected to be her key to escaping Pandora’s box.
But from what she knew about him, he was skilled in magical training. He was an alchemist and magesmith, and one of the few male witches in existence.
He knew much about power and how to train one’s mind.
But that didn’t mean Trivia had to like him.
“Clear your mind again,” Midas ordered for the tenth time.
Trivia let out a low growl. “Iam.”
“No, you aren’t. I can still sense your rage. It’s flowing carelessly around you.”
“I wonder why,” Trivia grumbled, then closed her eyes. The same murky darkness from before still surrounded them, but her feet were on the ground, and her hair was no longer floating around her. For hours, she and Midas hadbeen training together, and she felt solid enough to stand on her own two feet.
She considered that proof that he was telling the truth. At least partially.
In her mind, she pictured the sea. The rolling waves. The sand sparkling in the sun. The warmth against her skin. She inhaled deeply, and released all the tension in her muscles and thoughts. With a long, slow, exhale, she emptied her mind of everything. She only focused on those waves surging in and out. In and out.
