Gates of Paradise (Blue Bloods 7)

Bliss noticed that when Lawson saw her, his eyes lit up, but he kept his cool. She kept her feelings in check as well, even though she couldn’t help but hold him just a little tighter when they hugged hello.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked.

The boys looked at each other, then at the ground. Ahramin smirked. Bliss had the urge to slap her, but then again, she always had the urge to slap her, even after everything that had happened.

“No plan. Right. Okay, then at least tell me what Arthur said.”

“He told us there was a rupture in the timeline, that something had happened that wasn’t supposed to, and now there were two versions of the timeline. That’s what closed the passages,” Lawson said. “We have to figure out what it was and then find a way to open the passages up. Then we can go back to the underworld for the wolves.”

“Did he give you any sense of how we should go about doing that?” she asked.

“Apparently we need your help,” Ahramin said. “Even though we were doing just fine on our own.”

“We know the break in the timeline happened here,” Lawson said. “But we don’t know when or how. Just that it was sometime after when we were here, during the height of the Roman Empire, during Caligula’s reign, when they first discovered the Paths of the Dead and established the first Gate of Hell. Arthur thought you might be able to help us with your memories. That maybe we can find the path that way.”

“My mother’s memories? Or my father’s?”

“Either one,” Lawson said, looking uncomfortable. Her father was still a touchy subject.

“Okay, so maybe we’ll start digging into what we know about Caligula—if there are certain monuments in the city that he built, or that are associated with him. Maybe we can start there and see where it leads. The Paths of the Dead are hidden in the glom, but they begin with a physical location here in mid-world.” Bliss looked at the pack. They were all still exhausted from having traveled back in time and fought a great battle; and she was feeling just as fatigued. “But first, let’s all get some sleep. I bet none of you slept on the plane.”

“I did.” Malcolm smiled.

“All right, where are we staying?”

The boys looked at each other again.

“You haven’t figured out anything, have you?” Bliss said, but she tried to say it gently. Lawson looked uncomfortable; she knew he felt embarrassed at how unprepared they were. “We could stay at the St. Regis,” she said. “I stayed there last time I was here.”

“No. Nothing fancy,” Lawson said. “That’s not our style.”

“Okay. There are lots of youth hostels around here—I’m sure we can find someplace where we can all stay together.”

They took the train from the airport and found a cheap place downtown that looked clean. Since it was winter, and past the season for winter break travel, they managed to get a dorm room all to themselves.

“We all have to stay in one room?” Ahramin said, curling her lip.

“At least there’s no one else here,” Rafe said. “Come on, it will be fun. Like being back in the den.”

The hostel was sparsely furnished but cozy. Downstairs, where they’d checked in, was a small common area with scratchy wool sofas and a shelf full of magazines and books that other travelers had left behind. They definitely weren’t catering just to Americans, Bliss noted, seeing just about every language she recognized and a whole bunch she didn’t. That was probably a good thing, and why the place was so inexpensive. There was also a kitchen where they could make sandwiches—nothing hot, but there was bread and condiments and some cheese in the refrigerator, along with bottles of juice. So depressing to be eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in Italy, but Bliss was sure there would be time for a good meal once they’d figured out what they were doing.

Upstairs were several dormitory-style rooms, with eight beds in each. Bliss quickly staked out one of the beds closest to the door. If she’d learned anything these past few years, it was the importance of being able to make a quick exit. Apparently, Lawson was on the same page, because he did the same thing.

Malcolm took the bed closest to the window, so he could leave it open in case he started to feel sick. It was always possible that the break in time had something to do with the Hellhounds, and there was a slim chance that Malcolm would be able to catch the scent.

Bliss watched Ahramin walk up and down the row of beds, trying to decide where she wanted to stake her claim. Sure enough, she took the bed right next to Lawson. Edon looked irritated, but he didn’t say anything.

What was going on here? Bliss was confused. Ahramin had been instrumental in their victory over Romulus. The former Hellhound had fought against her collar and lived. Ahramin and Edon had seemed happy enough to be back together again. Had something happened since then? How could it, since Bliss had been present nearly the whole time? Was it something else? Something that had happened back when they were still in the underworld, maybe?

“Guess I’m back here with Mac,” Rafe said, throwing his bag on the cot closest to the window.

Edon looked as if he were going to protest, but then put his things down between Rafe and Ahri. “Are we sure they aren’t going to put more people in here?”

“They promised,” Bliss said. “No guarantees on the bathrooms, though. They’re unisex and only one person can go in at a time. And I hate to say it, but they’re totally gross.”

It was true. She’d been fooled by the cleanliness of the rest of the hostel; the bathrooms were tiny and infested with mold and mildew. She was barely going to be able to make herself shower, and she’d only go in if she had to.

The problem was, where was she supposed to change?