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should just rappel down into that pit you helpfully found.” Blue’s voice warred with the engine and Ronan’s still-abusive electronica. It seemed impossible that Adam could
sleep through it.
“I just don’t — Ronan. My ears are bleeding!”
Ronan turned down the music.
Gansey started again. “I just can’t imagine why Glendower’s
men would have gone to the trouble of lowering him into that
hole. I just can’t, Jane.”
Even thinking about the pit made long-ago venom hum and
burn in his throat; effortlessly, he conjured the image of warningstriped insects prowling the thin skin between his fingers. He
had nearly forgotten how horrifying and compelling it was to
relive the moment.
Eyes on the road, Gansey.
“Maybe it’s a recent hole,” she suggested. “The collapsed roof
of a lower cavern.”
“If that’s true, we’d have to get across it, not in it. Ronan and I
would have to climb the walls like spiders. Unless you and Adam
have rock climbing experience I don’t know about.”
Outside the car, Washington, D.C., slunk closer; the deepblue sky got smaller. The widening interstate grew guardrails,
streetlights, BMWs, airport taxis. In the rearview mirror, Gansey
saw a corner of Blue’s face. Her wide-awake gaze snagged on
something outside, fast, and she craned to look out the window,
like this was another country.
It kind of was. He was, as ever, a reluctantly returning expatriate. He felt a pang, a longing to run, and it surprised him. It
had been a long time.
Blue said, “Ronan could dream a bridge for us.”
Ronan made a noise of glorious disdain.
“Don’t just snort at me! Tell me why not. You’re a magical
creature. Why can’t you do magic?”
With acidic precision, Ronan replied, “For starters, I’d have to
sleep right there by the pit, since I have to be touching something
to pull it out of a dream. And I’d have to know what was on the
other side to even know what kind of bridge to make. And then,
even if I pulled all that off, if I took something that big out of my
dream, it would drain the ley line, possibly making Cabeswater
disappear again, this time with us in it, sending us all to some
never-never land of time-space fuckery that we might never escape
from. I figured after the events of this summer, all this was selfevident, which was why I summed it up before like so —” Ronan repeated the noise of glorious disdain.
“Thanks for the super helpful alternative suggestions, Ronan
Lynch. Your contribution at the end of the world will be tallied
accordingly,” Blue said. She turned her attention back to Gansey,
persisting, “So, then, what? It has to be important, or Cabeswater
wouldn’t have shown it to us.”
That , Gansey thought, assumes Cabeswater’s priorities are the same as
ours. Out loud, he said, “We find another way in. One that brings
us in on the other side of that hole. Since it’s not a normal cave —
it’s all tied in with the ley line — Malory can help us.” He couldn’t believe Malory was really here. He’d spent nearly
a year with the professor, the longest he had stayed anywhere, and
it had started to feel like there would never be a time when he
wasn’t searching. Now he was looking in a narrowing grave, and
somewhere in that vast darkness was Glendower and the end. Gansey felt off-kilter; time played in jittery fast-forward. In the rearview mirror, he caught Blue’s eyes by accident. Strangely enough, he saw his own thoughts reflected in her face: excitement and consternation. Casually, out of view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand between the driver’s seat and the door. Palm up, fingers stretched
back to Blue.
This was not allowed.
He knew it was not allowed, by rules he himself had set. He
would not permit himself to play favorites between Adam and
Ronan; he and Blue couldn’t play favorites in this way, either. She
would not see the gesture, anyway. She would ignore it if she did.
His heart hummed.
Blue