“He’s not,” Dare tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. “He’s not dead. You have to trust me. Go.”
He limply watches me leave the room, and I race to Finn’s, and when I do, Finn is there.
He’s sleeping peacefully in his bed and Pollux is at his feet.
And he’s breathing.
I can’t. I can’t.
The room swirls again and again, and I hold my hands out.
I’m falling,
Falling,
Falling, and I don’t know where I’ll land.
The world is a stage and we all act falsely upon it.
The die has been cast,
Has been cast,
Has been cast.
I f
eel it,
The truth.
It’s coming,
And it’s dark,
And I won’t like it.
I feel it.
I feel it.
We all have our parts to play, and I’ll play mine well.
But what is it?
I concentrate,
And think,
And more will come.
We’re all a bit mad, aren’t we?
Yes.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sabine picks me up from the floor and she leads me to her room, her dark mystic room, where the walls are covered in darkness.