Lagos, Theo, and Maleck were the three most proactive demons on Cyrus’s council. They had worked the hardest, sacrificing everything to track down clues for locating the Titans.
Cyrus could not have done this without them.
On the table sat the broken shards of a dish. As Cyrus gazed at the table, his heart sank with realization.
We found it,Lagos had said.
But he hadn’t sounded pleased or triumphant.
He’d sounded dejected.
“Shit,” Cyrus whispered as he drew closer to the table, running his fingers over one of the gray shards. These were the remains of the reflection bowl—an enchantedbowl of liquid that allowed one to see anywhere they wished in all the realms.
And it was broken.
“We found it on the outskirts of the Undead Wilds,” Theo said softly. “Apollo must have smashed it before the challenge.”
“Or one of the Titans,” Lagos speculated.
It didn’t matter who had broken it; whoever had done it knew that Cyrus would try to use it to locate the Titans.
And now he couldn’t.
What game were the Titans playing? Why smash the bowl and then tell him if he wanted to negotiate, he knew how to reach them?
What was he supposed to do?
He brushed his fingers over each piece, mentally conjuring the image he remembered of the reflection bowl. How big had it been?
“Is this every piece?” Cyrus asked, glancing between the demons.
“Yes,” said Maleck. “Every piece we could find.”
“Can it be repaired?” Cyrus asked.
Silence met his words.
“I mean, as an ordinary bowl,” he clarified. “If this were just a normal dish, could it be repaired?”
“Yes,” Maleck said at once. “We can fuse the pieces together.”
“Let’s try that, then.” Cyrus braced his hands on the table, struggling to maintain a calm persona. Inwardly, he was screaming and raging. This had been his one key to locatingPrue. The one thing he’d known would work. “How long would that take?”
“We can have it done by tomorrow,” said Theo.
Cyrus nodded once. “Thank you. I appreciate all you have done.”
The three demons glanced among themselves. Theo and Maleck wore looks of surprise and the hint of pride. Lagos, as usual, had an unreadable expression. Cerberus wagged his tail happily.
“Is there anything else?” Cyrus asked. “Anything you’ve found, or any concerns you have?”
The three demons exchanged another look, this one full of hidden meaning.
Unease prickled along Cyrus’s skin. “What is it? You can speak plainly.”
For a moment, the demons said nothing. Then, Lagos murmured, “The people are… agitated. Restless. Many of them have already begun to mourn the loss of the Queen of the Underworld.”
Every muscle in Cyrus’s body went rigid. “She is not dead,” he bit out.
