The Struggle(110)

Gods, he looked like the last time I’d seen him alive, all messy hair and a big smile. He started toward us, and out of instinct I blocked Josie.

Caleb’s smile spread, reaching his eyes. “I’m here because of Apollo.”

“What?” Alex whispered in a thick voice.

“Let me see her,” Caleb asked. “I can help her.”

There was a part of me that didn’t trust him—trust anyone when it came to Josie’s safety, but that damn girl had stepped around me. I looked down as Caleb reached over and took Josie’s hands in his.

“Hi there,” Caleb said, turning her hands so they were palms up. “It’s time, don’t you think?”

“Time for what?” she asked, that strange look settling into her features again.

Caleb smiled, and Josie gasped. My heart about fucking stopped in my chest.

“Oh my gods,” Josie said, pulling her hands free as she stumbled back.

Spinning, I reached out and wrapped an arm around her. Blood drained from her face as she stared at Caleb like she’d seen a ghost. But that was impossible, because Josie had never met Caleb.

He’d died before we met her.

“I’ve seen you before,” she whispered.

I swung toward Caleb. His brows were pinched together. “Sorry.” He looked over at Alex. “But we’ve never met before, and I just need to ho—”

“But we have,” Josie insisted, lifting her startled gaze to mine. “I’ve seen him before—I’ve seen this in a dream. Oh my gods, I get it. It wasn’t a dream. None of the dreams have been dreams.”

“What?” I clasped her cheeks, confused as all hell. “What are you saying?”

Josie then did the damnedest thing, considering she was so pale. She smiled—smiled wildly. “I am special.”

“Um, yeah . . . yeah you are.” I was starting to get worried.

Alex shifted closer to Caleb. “What is she talking about?”

“I have no idea,” Caleb said.

“You don’t get it.” She gripped my wrists. “Some of the dreams I’ve had—they weren’t dreams. They’re prophecies.”





Chapter 33


Josie

Holy crap, I was special!

I just hadn’t known it.

Well, I wasn’t as special as Cora, who could bring plants back to life, and tell when someone was sick or pregnant, but I had been having prophecies. And it made sense. My absentee father was the god of prophecy among many other things.

“Josie, what are you talking about?” Seth’s amber’s eyes were full of concern.

“I saw this—I saw him coming to me in a dream. Just like I saw Atlas, but didn’t realize it was him,” I explained, slipping free of Seth’s gentle grasp. “Every time, right before and after I’d have those dreams, I’d get headaches. Remember the headaches?”

“Yeah, I remember them.” Seth dropped his hands to his sides.

I whirled around. Everyone was staring at me like I’d grown a third boob out of the center of my forehead, and no one seemed to care about the gaping doors that appeared out of nowhere—doors to the Underworld that were still wide open.

“I saw you!” I said to the boy who had to be a year or so younger than me. “You walked up and took my hands. And you—” I faced Alex. Her cheeks were damp. “You were crying in my dream.”

“I’m so damn emotional,” Alex said, wiping at her cheeks. It was then I remembered who this boy was. Deacon had told me about him—about Alex’s friend who’d died in a daimon attack. Caleb. “It’s just different seeing him up here.”

Spinning back to Seth, I threw up my hands. “I know this sounds crazy, but I’m positive that’s what’s happening. If only my . . .” I trailed off, lowering my arms. If only my father was around to fill in the blanks, but this boy had said his name. Turning away, I faced him. “You said my father sent you?”

“Yeah,” Caleb responded. “He’s been in the palace—Hades’s palace, and let me tell you, those two threw down like cray.”

Seth was by my side. “Is that so?”

“Yep. Like, it was so bad that Persephone threatened to leave if Hades didn’t agree to whatever Apollo had demanded, and I don’t know, but that screws up the seasons or something,” Caleb explained. “And then I was summoned to the palace.”

“Why did they summon you?” Alex asked the question that was obviously at the forefront of everyone’s mind.

“He figured that, since I was already dead, Seth couldn’t really kill me.” Caleb shrugged as my jaw popped open. “I think it’s also because Seth wouldn’t want to hurt me, right?”