Tempt the Stars

most unlikely of places until she grew up, until she came into her power—”
    “No! That isn’t what—”
    “A child who could be groomed to succeed to the only power of the gods that remained on earth, and then use it to go back in time, to join forces with a mother who may have lost her strength through the centuries, but none of her cunning—”
    “I’ve been fighting the gods,” I told him furiously. “Not trying to bring one back!”
    “Of course you have. They are rivals, threats that could challenge and overthrow you. They had to be fought off until you could find her, and bring her here—”
    “I haven’t brought her anywhere!”
    “You brought her thoughts. You opened a connection in the council’s own chamber. Do you have any idea how it felt, to see her again? Standing there, alive and amused— amused—at our consternation, at our shock and fear? To hear her give orders as if no time had passed, as if nothing had changed—”
    “She was giving advice, not orders. And her thoughts are not
her
—”
    “But you are in touch with her. You can go back, can find her, whenever you like. You’ve proven that—”
    “And yet she didn’t bring her here.” That was Caleb’s angry voice. “If Cassie was part of some elaborate scheme, that would have been the first thing she did on becoming Pythia. There’s no getting around that!”
    Adra smiled slightly. “Isn’t there? It’s clear you were not cut out for the political realm, war mage.”
    “You let her go into
hell
,” Evelyn said. “Yet you won’t let her save her own coven? And when did it become a case of you
letting
the Pythia do anything?”
    “We have an understanding with the council,” Jonas told her. “And I know a council summons when I see one—just as I know a trap! There was no reason to kill those children, no reason at all, unless it was to force Cassie to come to a place and time of her enemy’s choosing—”
    “What if it was? Whatever the cause, those children are just as dead—”
    “And that is a tragedy. But losing Cassie would be a greater one. And at any rate, one does not willy-nilly corrupt the timeline!”
    “You and I corrupted it,” I reminded him numbly. “We went back—”
    “To save a world. Not a handful!”
    So where do you draw the line? I wondered. At a million? A thousand? One?
    Because right now one seemed a terrible loss to me.
    “And what does that mean?” Caleb snapped.
    “The council suspects that she is Artemis’ daughter in more ways than one,” Rosier said spitefully, answering before Adra could. “That she decided, after meeting my son, after learning not only who he is but what, that she no longer needed her mother. That with his help, she could mine the demon lords for all the power necessary to fight off her rivals, to secure her control, to rule herself—”
    “I don’t want to rule!” I choked. “I didn’t even want to be Pythia.”
    “And you never should have been!”
    “We were talking about the information Ms. Silvanus has brought us,” Jonas said, looking at Rhea over his glasses.
    “What information?” I asked, trying to force my attention back to the here and now, when all it wanted to do was go back. To find a solution. To make it right.
    But some things don’t have a solution.
    “The incubus has been regressed,” Adra told me. “It is an old method of execution that sends the soul back through his or her lifetime, into previous versions of himself. When his soul reaches the beginning of its life journey, it will wink out of existence, and the body will die.”
    “That’s a bunch of bullsh—” Caleb began.
    “It isn’t,” I said, thinking of Jules. And for a second, my heart sped up as I wondered if I could do the same thing for Pritkin. But there was a difference. Jules’ body had been changed, but his soul hadn’t. It had been in there, encased in a fleshy tomb, but present. Pritkin’s wasn’t. And it was his soul that had been cursed.
    Adra had chosen his weapon perfectly.
    Rhea was looking at me, her eyes huge and pained. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. I knew that expression. I’d seen it in the mirror once or twice. “You had a vision,” I said.
    Huge brown eyes met mine. “I never have visions,” she whispered. “Well, almost never, and never about anything important. It’s why I’m still a senior initiate and not an acolyte. I help—I helped—to train the children, the new