“We’re stuck in a loop,” Dare says and the words sound crazy, but crazy is my life and it’s the only thing that makes sense. “We’re in a loop, reliving different scenarios until the right one happens. The one where the cycle ends, and Finn is accepted as the sacrifice, because Cain’s sacrifice was rejected so long ago. Sabine can’t affect the changes,” he finishes. “Only you, or Finn. I don’t know why.”
Finn stares at us and he acts like he knows.
“You knew?” I whisper.
“I did,” he answers. “But then I thought I was crazy, because all of the déjà vu and things happened over and over, and my memories didn’t seem real.”
“Maybe we’re all crazy,” I say, and Dare shakes his head.
“No. They think we are, because it doesn’t seem plausible. But we’re not. Sabine knows the truth, but she’s been using their perceptions against us. They’re making people think that we’re sick, that we are insane. But we’re not.”
“What do we do?” I ask and the future seems bleak. “The past is a prison.”
And we’ll never break free.
“We have to stick together,” Dare says, and he’s resolute. “We’ll get this sorted. We’ll figure out what to do. Sabine needs us. We just have to control our dreams. That’s how we spin out of the moment and into another.”
“But how can we control dreams?” Finn asks doubtfully.
It’s an excellent question.
“We’ll have to figure it out,” Dare says, and he’s tired. “My mother died, and I don’t agree with Sabine that it was a mistake. I think things happen for a reason and if we try and change it, that is the mistake.”
I agree.
Dreams aren’t real. They’re only real if we make them that way.
“I need to talk to you,” I tell Dare, and he knows what I need to say. He’s hesitant but he walks with me through the gardens, away from the house, away from people who can hear us.
“You betrayed me,” I tell him and my whisper is broken with sadness.
“I tried to tell you,” he says sadly, and I know I know I know when it was. The night my mother was killed, one of the many times I re-lived that moment. “You tried to tell me, but we spun. It changed.”
Dare nods and his eyes glisten and my heart breaks.
“I love you, Calla. I couldn’t bear to lose you. I thought it was hopeless. Sabine let me believe that it had to be you or Finn, and she convinced me that Finn was already lost. He was supposed to die when he was small.”
He was, I know that’s true. “But I can’t live without him,” I manage to utter, and my words are hot, my eyes are hot.
Dare nods. “I know that now. I know.”
My heart freezes in pain, frozen at the mere thought.
“I’ll die without Finn, Dare.”
“I know. I’ll sacrifice myself. Perhaps that will work.”
“No,” I almost scream, because the panic the panic the panic. “No. I can’t lose you, and they say it has to be Finn. So your sacrifice would be for nothing, just like your mother’s. There has to be another way. I’ll change it in my dreams. We’ll do something.”
“I don’t think that will work,” he says doubtfully. “It’s going to take a sacrifice from Cain’s blood to finally make this stop. You’re not of Cain. You’re of Abel.”
“Please promise me,” I beg, clutching at his shirt. “It won’t be you. It won’t be Finn. We won’t give up.”
He’s wordless as we enter the secret garden,
Our place.
The angels stare at us with empty eyes, and I sag into Dare.