Awry

25

As the sun disappeared from the sky, Scarlet headed back to the cabin.

With Heather.

Not because Scarlet had invited her to come along, but because Heather had refused to be left out of Scarlet’s supernatural affairs.

“Do you think the tree picture is a clue to where the fountain is?”

“I don’t know what I think.” Scarlet bit her lip.

Heather rubbed her hands together. “A mystery. Dun-dun-dunn.”

Scarlet slanted her eyes at Heather before pulling down the cabin’s driveway. “This isn’t a game, Heather.”

“I know.” Heather grinned. “That’s why it’s extra awesome. What the—?” Heather stared out the window. “This is Gabriel’s ‘cabin’?”

Scarlet nodded.

Heather’s mouth hung open. “When you said ‘cabin’, I pictured a small house made of Lincoln Logs and a campfire out front with a raccoon rummaging through garbage cans. I did not picture a mansion with a hundred windows and a four-car garage.”

“Yeah. It’s big.” Scarlet parked and the girls made their way to the porch. Nate opened the door and looked at Scarlet, then at Heather, then back to Scarlet. “Who’s this?” He pointed to Heather as she let herself inside.

“I’m Scarlet’s B-F-F,” Heather said. “Who are you?”

Scarlet followed Heather in. “Heather this Nate. Nate, Heather.”

Nate gave Scarlet a questioning look.

“I told Heather everything,” Scarlet explained.

“Everything?” Nate asked.

Gabriel appeared behind Nate, walked up to Scarlet and kissed her on the cheek. Tristan was standing in the back of the living room with a dark look.

Scarlet tried not to think about the smile on Tristan’s face when she’d shot the blue arrow earlier. Some smiles were dangerous to recall.

“Yep,” Scarlet said.

Nate looked at Heather. “And you’re okay with…everything?”

“Okay?” Heather took a step forward. “I just found out immortality and curses were real things.” She turned her palms up. “I’m awesome!”

Tristan crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Did you miss the part about all the dying and torment?”

Heather smiled at him. “Ah, Tristan. You’re such a ray of sunshine.” She pointed at the giant blue tarp taped over the broken window. “What happened there?”

“The Wonder Twins had a little spat the other night and the window didn’t make it out alive.” Nate glared at Tristan. “And who knew ordering a custom window replacement would take so long?”

“If you keep complaining about the broken window,” Tristan said, “I’ll break another one. On purpose.”

“The reason we’re here,” Scarlet said into the tension filling up the room, “is because I found something.”

Scarlet briefly explained how the ring had opened up and revealed an old parchment inside. She held the scroll up to the boys.

Gabriel, Tristan and Nate all came over and eyed the ancient drawing in her hand.

“A tree?” Gabriel asked.

“An apple tree, I think.” Scarlet examined the paper with a furrowed brow. “I don’t know what it means—or if it means anything at all. But it was in my mother’s brooch and she must have had it for a reason. Have you guys seen it before?”

They all shook their heads, squinting at the drawing.

“Does that…?” Nate carefully took the drawing from Scarlet’s hands and examined it closely. “Does that say Avalon at the top?”

Everyone looked over his shoulder at the tree.

Sure enough, at the top of the drawing in faded letters—so pale Scarlet hadn’t noticed before—was the word AVALON.

Goosebumps tickled Scarlet’s upper arms.

Nate blinked several times. “And look at the writing on the bottom.”

Scarlet squinted at the letters below the picture of the tree. Written in Spanish, it read Agua Eterna.

“Eternal Water,” Scarlet whispered.

Gabriel wrinkled his brow at Nate. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that the drawing says Avalon and Scarlet happened to wake up in a town named Avalon?”

“No,” Tristan said without hesitation.

Everyone looked at Tristan.

He explained. “Scarlet was in Avalon before she died last time.”

Nate scowled at him. “How do you know?”

Shrugging, Tristan said, “I felt her here.”

Scarlet tried not to warm at the thought of Tristan feeling her. Anywhere.

She furrowed her brow. “But…if the brooch belonged to my mother, what makes you think I knew about the drawing at all? Or the name AVALON? Maybe I had no idea—”

“No way,” Nate shook his head. “You practically asked me to guard the ring before you died in your last life. You must have known about the drawing.”

“But….” Scarlet began to panic. “But if I had a reason to believe that this drawing was important, why did I hide it in the ring? Why didn’t I just tell you guys about it?”

Nate hesitated. “I’m not sure.”

Scarlet looked at Nate. “What did I say to you when I handed you the ring? Did I say it had something to do with a tree? Did I tell you it opened up?”

Nate looked up from the picture. “Uh…no. You just said ‘keep this safe’ and then you left and I never got a chance to ask you about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t come back.”

“What do you mean?” Scarlet asked, more goosebumps littering her skin. “Did I die?”

An uncomfortable moment passed as Gabriel, Tristan and Nate all exchanged looks.

“Uh, no…” Nate swallowed. “You…sorta…ran away. From us.”

“I what?” Scarlet’s eyes grew. “Why would I do that?”

“That’s a good question.” Nate scratched the back of his head. “You, uh…you were kinda secretive in your last life.”

“I was?” Scarlet was more confused than ever.

Nate said, “Yeah. You were just a little guarded. I mean, you handed me that brooch without any explanation—”

“And you hid the arrow that could kill an immortal.” Tristan looked at her.

“And you stole a bunch of weapons…” Gabriel thought for a moment. “And some blood from Nate’s medical stash.”

Scarlet whipped her head around and stared at Gabriel.

“Ew,” Heather wrinkled her nose at Nate. “You collect blood? That’s nasty.”

Nate rolled his eyes. “I don’t collect blood. I keep samples of our blood for experiments. Primarily, to try and figure out how to heal Scarlet.”

Heather muttered, “Still gross.”

Scarlet shook her head. “I…I ran away? I stole weapons? I stole blood?”

I sound like a psychopath.

Scarlet dropped her head into her hands. “Why?” she whispered. “Why would I do those things?”

Without warning, the world began to spin and Scarlet’s eyes began to burn.

It was a heat worse than ever before, singeing her irises from the inside out.

“Scarlet?” Gabriel’s voice, filled with alarm, floated into her ears, but she couldn’t see him through the fire in her eyes.

“What’s happening?” Heather’s voice, just as fearful as Gabriel’s, came up behind Scarlet. “Scarlet? Are you okay?”

In an instant, the heat dissolved and Scarlet’s vision returned. As if nothing had happened.

Except something had happened. Scarlet’s eyes had flashed.

Nate was in Scarlet’s face, examining her eyes. “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” Scarlet blinked. “Are my eyes…are they glowing?” She looked around the room at the concerned faces of her friends and her hands began to shake.

At the far end of the room, Tristan stood with a pale face, fear pulsing out of him.

Scarlet looked at Gabriel. “Are my eyes okay?”

Standing beside her, Gabriel placed a gentle hand on her arm. “Your eyes are…very blue.”

“No. It’s too soon. I just came back to life!” Scarlet turned to Nate. “I can’t be sick yet. It’s not possible. Right? I’m fine. Right?”

Ohmygoodness, ohmygoodness.

Nate pursed his lips. “Your eyes flashed, Scarlet.”

“Her eyes flashed?” Heather’s voice was shaky. “What does that mean?”

Nate pressed his lips together. “It means—”

“It means my heart is breaking,” Scarlet answered, frustrated, scared and angry. “I’m starting to die.”