“Show me the Ira,” I repeat firmly.
He rolls his eyes yet tolerates me, slipping a shimmering teal crystal ball out of the pocket of his pants. He gives me a quick glimpse of the Ira and by simply looking at it I can feel the power humming off of it, my fingers are itching to touch it to see what I can do with it. “There, satisfied?” he asks, stuffing it back into his pocket.
I nod. “I guess.”
His brow curves upward. “Could you feel the power?”
“Maybe,” I say coolly, even though my body is still humming from the energy more powerfully than even the electricity.
“You know it’s not as easy as seeing,” he says. “I’m going to have to use your Foreseer energy to even get it to work.”
“Why can’t you use yours?”
“I’m going to have to use that, too… it’s going to take a lot of power—power that you don’t even know how to use yet.”
My lips bow downward into a disappointed frown. “If I don’t know how to use it yet, then how the hell are you going to get into The Underworld?”
“First off, we’re going to go there. It’s going to take both of us,” he explains. “And second, I’m going to train you.”
I pull a disgusted face. “Are you being serious?”
He places his hand to his heart.” My dear Gemma, I’m always serious.”
“No, you’re a pervert who pretty much raped me back in the vision,” I ball my hands into my fist as shame and disgust nauseously resurface in my body, remembering how he put his hands and mouth on me without my permission. “And the only reason you’re still sitting here is because I need you to help me get into The Underworld, otherwise I would have told Alex to kick your ass.”
He laughs and rolls his golden eyes. “Like he could.”
I straighten back in the seat. “I think you know he could. That’s why you won’t try it again.”
He doesn’t argue, but he doesn’t appear happy about it, either. “You know, I doubt you’d be so confident if you knew where he really was right now.” He shakes his head and I detect a slight flash of light under his skin as his body vibrates. I think he’s trying to change into the mirage, but luckily it’s not working. “Would it help if I looked like him? You could kiss me and pretend I was him.”
I roll my eyes and slump back in the sofa. “If you’re trying to do the tricky mirage thing it’s not working.”
He glances down at his arms, rotating his hands over. “What did you do,” he growls.
I smirk at him, but deep down my heart and mind are entering a painful state, as if they miss the electricity—miss Alex. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
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“You know that confidence is going to come in real handy when I train you. It’ll channel your inner energy,” he says.
If only he knew just how much energy was inside me. It’s a good thing he doesn’t, though, because I have the feeling he’s the kind of person that would do anything to get his hands on it.
***
I’m quickly learning that Nicholas has the attention span of a child. After our little argument, we sit down on the living room floor amongst the table and the sofa, as if we’re doing a séance. Our legs are crisscrossed as we face each other with an ordinary violet ribbon crystal ball between us. It’s the teaching ball, he told me. He said that once I’d been trained properly he’d bring out the Ira, that it was too powerful to train on
He also told me that it would only be him and I going into The Underworld and that it wasn’t possible to bring anyone with us besides Foreseers because they’d need their own Seer energy. I asked if I could go alone and he said no. I honestly have no idea whether the words that come out of his mouth are true, but there’s no real way to find out.
“Why do you need to go to The Underworld?” he asks as he rotates the crystal ball in his hand.
I hesitate, not sure what to say. Lie. Probably not since he is going to end up finding out when he goes down to The Underworld with me. “To get my mom.”
He glances up at me with inquisitiveness. “I met her once. She disappeared quite a few years ago, didn’t she?”
“Fourteen years ago,” I say, my voice uneven.
“And that’s where she ended up?” Nicholas sets the ball down on the tile floor and it wobbles a little, rolling back and forth.
I nod and wait for him to ask how she got there, but he never does and I wonder if he already knows, if maybe he saw it through a vision.