Infinityglass (Hourglass 3)

“Paul Girard. Teague’s estranged husband.”

“That doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. What am I missing?”

“It’s not one thing; it’s the combination of many. Lily’s the one who made me realize the Infinityglass is human.” Lily Garcia, the newest member of the Hourglass, had a supernatural ability to find anything or anyone. “She searched for an object and found nothing. Then she looked for a person and got an address.”

I actually put my hands on top of my head, wondering if its removal would be a relief at this point. “You know where the Infinityglass is.”

Liam nodded. “Who it is, too.”

“A him or a her?”

“A her.”

“Human … how?” I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. “Is she immortal?”

“She’s seventeen.”

“But the lore—not that it’s lore anymore—has been around forever. How can she be so young?”

“There’s an explanation, and I’m certain it’s as elusive as everything else about the Infinityglass.”

“She’s not safe.” It hit me that we were talking about a human. A life. More than a legend.

Liam rubbed his temples again. “She is for the moment, but probably not for long.”

The questions were coming too fast for me to keep up with my own brain. “Does she know what she is? Where is she?”

“I don’t know if she knows, and she’s in New Orleans, at the Girard’s home address.”

“The Girard’s home address. Teague’s home address?” My stomach pitched as I connected the dots. “Teague has the Infinityglass. She’s already beaten us to her.”

“By about seventeen years. I have reason to believe the Infinityglass is Teague Girard’s daughter.”

Holy hell.

“What I need to know now is”—Liam leaned forward and nailed me with a long stare—“are you going with me to find her?”

If I was going to get the Infinityglass, I was going to need to make some changes.

Nate’s mouth hung open so wide I could see his wisdom teeth. “You’re going to do what?”

“Cut them off.” I dropped the clippers and the scissors on the kitchen counter with a clatter.

“Why? Dreads are sexy,” Lily said, earning a side glance from Kaleb. After he growled, she reached across the kitchen table to run her hand through his hair. He was growing it out after a skull trim. “But I like short better.”

“Maybe you should just leave it long, Dune,” Kaleb said to me, before grabbing her arm and putting his lips to her wrist.

I didn’t bother responding. Kaleb was too busy focusing on Lily and whatever he was doing to make her breath catch. Since they’d gotten together, they never stopped touching, and they were always at our place. The way they connected made me miss something I’d never had.

“It’s time for a change. Don’t you think?” I turned to Nate now, although if I were going to ask for style advice, his would be the last I’d take. His perpetually neon streak of hair was somewhere between pink and orange this week. “Besides, it’s only hair.”

“It’s not just hair,” Nate argued. “It’s your trademark.”

“It’s your excuse to call me Chewbacca.”

“I’ll just call you Bald Chewbacca now.”

“You’re a good friend.”