"Yeah." He shrugged. "Me."
Bliss cracked a smile. Suddenly she didn't feel so alone anymore. She had someone to talk to, and someone who understood exactly what was happening to her. "I like those odds," she said.
She was about to say something else when she was suddenly overcome with rage, a debilitating, inchoate rage, she felt as if she were frothing at the mouth, choking on her own bile; she gasped for air, doubled up and clutched her stomach, what was this? What was going on? Why was she so angry? Then she realized. It was not her anger, this was not her fury. She could feel it, but it wasn't coming from her.
"What's going on?" Bliss whispered. "It's him, isn't it? The Visitor? He's upset."
"Yes," Dylan said, looking worried. 'try not to feel it so much. Push back. Do not let his emotions control yours."
She nodded, gritting her teeth, trying to fight back as a garbled mangle of violent emotions washed over her.
ANGER! HATRED! HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE? I SHALL SLIT THEIR THROATS AND DRINK THE BLOOD OF THEIR CHILDREN, THE GATE WAS THERE! WE HAD THE GATEKEEPER IN OUR HANDS! THE PATH WAS WITHIN OUR REACH! FOOLS! FOOLS!
She pushed back, No. No. Not me. Not me. Him. Shut him out. Shut him out. Shut him out. Get away from me, from my thoughts, from my life. I am not you. I am not you. I am not you.
"He's gone," Bliss said, exhaling. She opened her eyes. She was still in the museum, and Dylan was sitting on the steps across from her.
"Good," Dylan said. "It's very important that you keep him away'that you don't... you don't let him take over."
"I won't." She told him about how she was able to remain even when the Visitor came back.
"He was trying to do something, I think, but I have a feeling it didn't work out. It didn't happen. Something went wrong. That's why he's so angry just now."
"Yes, but I have a feeling it's not over. You must continue what you are doing. Resisting him. Remaining, as you say. Watch and observe. And you must act when the time is right," Dylan said.
"But what if he finds out?"
"I will help you as much as I can. I promise."
"And what about you. Will you always be here?" she asked him. "I can never leave," Dylan said. "You're stuck with me."
"Can I?" she asked, holding out her hand. She put it up against his, hoping. But she felt nothing. Air. He was smoke and mirrors. Air and light. A memory. A ghost.
He wasn't real. This wasn't real.
"I want to kiss you so bad," she whispered, looking into his dark eyes. "But there's nothing here. You're not really here, are you? I'm just crazy. I probably just invented you to feel sane," she said, and before she could help it, she started to sob. The tears came flooding down her cheeks. The enormity of her responsibility overwhelmed her. She didn't know if she was going to be able to do it. It was too much to ask. She couldn't stand up to the Visitor. To Lucifer. He was too powerful.
Dylan put a hand on her shoulder'she could see it but she couldn't feel it. But she could hear his voice. "It's all right, Bliss." His voice was gentle. "It's going to be all right."
CHAPTER 32
Mimi
Mimi wanted to scream. Riddles and clues and a dead body and now yet another mystery. She wanted explanations and she wanted them now.
"What do you mean she's not dead?" she cried. But Kingsley and the team were more interested in examining the bodies of the Silver Bloods right then.
A man and a woman. Mimi recognized them from the Committee. The couple had lived next door to the Forces on Fifth Avenue. My god, Mimi thought, her heart racing. The hidden Silver Bloods were like terrorist sleeper cells; who knew how many more of them were in the Coven? Ted examined the wound on the woman's chest. There was a mark in the middle of it that had been obscured by all the blood. It was a tattoo of a sword piercing clouds, right where the heart would be.
"Is that what I think it is?" Mimi asked.
"The archangel's sigil." Kingsley nodded. "You see that gold crust around the wound? There's only one sword in the world that can do that. Michael's."
"I don't understand," Mimi said. "I don't understand any of this."
Kingsley closed his eyes in fierce concentration.
"They took her from the hotel a year ago. For some reason, they must have wanted her alive. Nan Cutler survived and posed as Jordan's grandmother, hiding her in the favela, where Jordan must have been able to befriend those children. But Sophia knew we were coming, she left us the note, told the children who to give it to. And she knew the Silver Bloods would take her here, but I think we were supposed to save her. That's what she saw. That's why she sent us here'to prevent this from happening. But somehow her timing was off . They decided to kill her sooner than she expected."