Liv reached up to the circle with the fewest spokes. “Which would make the tall one the present.”
The light in the room flickered, and John looked frustrated. “This sounds like a whole lot of crap. What will be? What won’t be? What are you talking about?”
“What will be and what will not be are equally possible and impossible,” Liv explained. “I guess you could say they are the absence of history, the place The Caster Chronicles cannot touch. You can’t tell a story or Keep a record of what hasn’t happened yet. That’s Keeper 101.” Liv sounded dreamy, and I wondered what she knew about The Caster Chronicles.
“The Caster what?” John shifted the light from one hand to the other.
“It’s a book,” Lena said, without taking her eyes off the doors. “The Keepers had it with them when they came to see Marian.”
“Whatever.” John looked bored. “If you’re talking about the future, how about we call it that?”
Liv nodded. “But you have to remember, we’re not just talking about the Mortal future. We’re talking about everything unknown, for Casters and Mortals. Including the unknown realm, the place where the Demon world touches our own.”
“Demon world?” I felt the prickling of recognition. I had to tell Liv. “I know the place where the Demon world touches ours. I mean, I don’t know it, but I know her. The Lilum. The Demon Queen.”
Liv went pale, but it was John who was the most freaked out. “What are you talking about?”
“The Lilum thing—”
“There’s no Lilum here.” Liv was shaking her head. “The very presence of the Lilum in our world would mean the total destruction of existence itself.”
“What does that have to do with her?” I asked.
“Her? Is that who you were talking about? The she who told you about the Eighteenth Moon was the Lilum? The Demon Queen?” Liv knew from the look on my face that she was right.
“Great,” John muttered.
Liv froze. “Where is the place, Ethan?” She closed her eyes, which made me think she knew what I was going to say.
“I don’t know for sure. But I can find it. I’m the Wayward. The Lilum said it herself.” I touched the circles again with my hands, over and over, feeling the rough wood beneath my fingers.
The past. The present. The future that will be, and the future that will not.
The way.
The wood began to hum beneath my hands. I touched the carved circles again.
The color drained from Liv’s face. “The Lilum said that to you?”
I opened my eyes, and everything was clear. “When you look at the door, you see a door, right?”
Liv nodded.
I looked at her. “I see a path.”
It was true. Because the Temporis Porta was opening for me.
The wood turned to mist, and I slid my hand right through. Beyond it, I could see a path leading into the distance. “Come on.”
“Where are you going?” Liv grabbed
my arm.
“To find Marian and Macon.” This time, I made sure to grab Liv and Lena before I stepped inside the door. Liv grabbed John’s hand.
“Hold on.” I took a breath and ducked into the mist—
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