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buzzes and Mom takes off after it.
    “So you going?” Drake asks.
    “Are you?”
    “Briel e’s going, I’m going. You chicken?”
    “I’m going.” I shrug, texting Briel e back.
    I’m shaking inside at the thought, but I’ve fought my enemies on their own turf before and won.

    Chapter Seven

    Healer

    That afternoon, I try three different times to fal asleep and make my way to Chloe. It’s no use. I pul off the covers and sit up in bed. I’ve never been good at crashing in the middle of the day. Logan says it’s impossible to control where you end up when you time travel, but I managed to land at my desired location three different times last month. I think time travel is one of my stronger gifts, but I don’t dare advertise the fact to Logan. At least I didn’t when we were actual y speaking. I can’t believe he hasn’t cal ed me once since our blow out.
    Al of this misery reminds me of how much I miss my father, how desperately I ached when he died. If I could get to Chloe, maybe she’d come with me and we could go see my dad?
    I’m too freaked out to try it on my own. Too afraid I won’t want to come back, and who knows what I’l end up screwing up while I’m there. I need the guidance of another Celestra, and God knows it isn’t going to be Logan.

    ***

    Briel e picks Drake and I up right after dinner. Carly lives clear across the island. It takes a good forty minutes before we arrive at her amply lit estate which makes even the nicer homes on Paragon look like hovels.
    “So what do her parents do?” I ask Bree as we head up the walk.
    “Old money. They travel, sip champagne. The whole family is impossible to hate. They’re like the nicest people on the planet.”
    I hate her—al of them, but I don’t let Briel e in on the fact I’ve managed to defy an impossibility. And I’m not sure how, but I like Carly even less for having nice parents. Go figure.
    “Hi!” She greets us at the door before we have the chance to knock. “The guys are here.” She walks us through a cavernous entry, past a spiral staircase that seems to spin in a frenzy al the way up to eternity. We end up in an over-furnished room with a TV the size of the wal .
    Logan and Gage are seated at a smal round table playing cards. There’s an empty space next to Logan with the cards covered, obviously belonging to Carly.
    “Nat and Kate are in the Jacuzzi,” she says.
    I would have died if she were sitting on Logan’s lap in the Jacuzzi when we walked in. The possibility of drowning would have been very real for her.
    “You wanna play?” Gage fans his cards in my direction.
    “Sure.” I’m not entirely sure he was speaking to me, but I streamline my way over.
    The room is lined with dark wood shelves fil ed with books everywhere you look. Not just any books, leather-bound books with gilt writing on the spines.
    Once my father took us to his friend’s house, it was actual y an acquaintance from work who lived in a palatial estate with a library just like this one. I remember my father thumbing through the volumes, running his fingers over the spines like they could speak to him, taking in their scents.
    He loved to read.
    Logan gives a scowl without bothering to look at me, gets up and plops on the couch next to Carly.
    “I’m real y starting to hate him,” I whisper to Gage, trying to stop the tears from forming. Tonight might just be Logan’s turn to hit the bottom of the deep end by way of my fury.
    Gage places his hand over mine, locks eyes with me. A warm rush cycles through my stomach. He gives the most empathetic smile while bumping his knee against mine underneath the table as though he’s letting me know it’s al going to be OK.
    I let the cards scatter in front of me and move over onto his lap. I forget that everyone else is somewhere in the room, and as big as it is I don’t think it wil be easily overlooked if I start bawling like a baby—so I bury my face against his chest and bite down hard on