Alex’s dark eyebrows lowered into a scowl. “Of course it rings a bell. I’m not an idiot. I finally find the evidence I need to put away those bastards for good, and the next thing I know, I get knocked out and I wake up in some —” He hesitated, his scowl turning into an expression of confusion as he looked around. “What is this place, anyway?”
Of course he couldn’t remember. Seth Rector had purposefully locked him into a coffin in the Isla Huesos Cemetery. He’d suffocated to death.
I, on the other hand, don’t think I’d ever be able to forget the memory of Alex’s lifeless body tumbling out of that casket, though John and I had done everything we possibly could to find him in time. Then, after finding him dead, we’d done what some might consider the unspeakable … and others would consider a miracle.
“Go back to the castle, Alex,” I said to him gently. “Find Kayla. I know I should have been there when you woke up, but you’ve been asleep for hours, and Mr. Graves was so worried about the —”
I broke off, realizing it was probably best not to mention the word pestilence. But Mr. Graves was convinced — and John seemed to agree — that the fog, the unbearable heat, and the ever-darkening cloud of ravens above our heads were all due to one reason: the souls of the dead not being sent quickly enough to their final destinations … or pestilence, as the ship’s surgeon called it.
Worse, I was the one who’d insisted John help me search for Alex. I was the one who’d made him — and Frank, and Mr. Liu, and little Henry, who’d been the cabin boy on the ship on which all the men had served — spend so much time away from their world.
So if Mr. Graves’s dire prediction was coming true, it was entirely my fault.
“Worried about the what?” Alex asked.
“Boats,” I said, instead of pestilence.
My cell phone buzzed. I knew why without having to check it. It was another text warning me of the storm approaching Isla Huesos. Except, of course, I already knew there was a storm approaching Isla Huesos. Frank, the Liberty’s second mate, had known about it without even having watched the Weather Channel or receiving a text. He’d merely glanced up at the sky the morning we’d gone looking for Alex and noticed the reddish glow in the clouds.
Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, Frank had said. Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.
If we had taken his warning more seriously, maybe none of this would be happening and I wouldn’t be standing here, having to explain the situation to my cousin Alex.
Well, you see, Alex, there’s good news and bad news. The good news is, even though you got killed last night by some jerks from your high school, my boyfriend, the lord of the Underworld, and I brought you back to life. So now you’ll never get sick or grow old.
The bad news is, you have to stay forever in the realm of the dead that exists underneath the cemetery in your hometown. No time for questions, as I have to get these people on their boat to their final destinations before this place implodes. The end.
Hmmm, that probably wouldn’t work.
“Look, Alex, you’re in the Underworld,” I said to him baldly. “I’m sure you remember reading about it in school —”
He stared at me, his expression blank.
“— or maybe not. In any case, you’re safe here. Or relatively safe, anyway. Everything is going to be all right. You just need to be a little patient —”
“Get used to hearing that one,” Tropical Shorts advised Alex with an eye roll.
“You know, there’s still plenty of room for you over on that other dock,” I said to Tropical Shorts, pointing across the way. He clamped his mouth shut. I turned back to Alex. “Now, what’s with this whip?”
Alex looked down at the tray of glasses he was holding, his expression still slightly dazed. “I … I found it on my way here. It’s funny ’cause I was wishing for something to use to protect myself from that freaking dog that was following me, and it … it kind of just appeared. Did you say the Underworld?”
I nodded. If there’d been time, I could have explained to him exactly why his wish had come true: It was courtesy of the Fates, who operated as sort of invisible caretakers of the Underworld and provided almost anything their full-time mortal inhabitants desired on demand. Waffles for breakfast? They appeared like magic, piping hot and swimming in butter. Dresses in your exact size that most flattered your figure? I had a closetful. A weapon with which to protect yourself from John’s over-exuberant, massive hellhound, Typhon? Apparently a whip would conveniently appear.
The only thing the Fates would not supply was what Alex seemed to want most … an exit from their world.
But there was no time to explain any of this to him.
“Yes,” I said. “The Underworld. Now go on back to the castle and find Kayla and I promise everything will be all —”
“Wait. The Underworld?” Alex’s voice cracked. “Where dead people go? How stupid do you think I am? There’s no Underworld —”
The last person I expected to come to my aid was the He Is First girl. But that’s what happened.
“Have faith,” Chloe said, laying a gentle hand upon Alex’s arm. “If you keep Him first in your heart, He’ll do the same for you.”
Tropical Shorts rolled his eyes. “Here we go again.”
“It’s true,” the He Is First girl said to him. To Alex, she said more gently, “I’m Chloe. I heard her call you Alex. That’s a nice name. Did you know Alexander means protector of men?”
“I didn’t know that.” A flush had begun to creep from the neckline of Alex’s T-shirt all the way to his dark hairline, I guess because Chloe was touching him. Despite the angry red wound on her forehead and blood in her hair, she really was very lovely, especially when she smiled, like she was doing now. “Uh … Chloe’s a nice name, too.”
“Thanks,” Chloe said. “It’s from the Bible. It means young and blooming.”
“Uh,” Alex said, looking down at her hand. “That’s nice.”
Great, I thought as I looped the whip through the sash of my dress. Alex had been in the Underworld less than twenty-four hours, and he was already attracted to a girl with whom he didn’t have the slightest chance of having a relationship, because in a few minutes, she’d be leaving for her final destination.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. The people in my family seemed to have an uncanny knack for picking exactly the worst person to fall in love with, myself included.
“I’m Reed,” Tropical Shorts leaned in to say to them. He obviously didn’t like being left out. “That’s from the Bible, too.”
Chloe looked perplexed. “I don’t remember anyone in the Bible named Reed.”
“Really?” Reed folded his muscular arms. “When the pharaoh’s daughter went down to the Nile to bathe, where did she find the basket holding the baby Moses?”
Chloe’s reply was automatic. “Floating among the reeds.”
Reed smiled. “There you go.”
Alex smiled as well. “Cool,” he said, and fist-bumped Reed, causing Chloe’s hand to slip off his arm as he did so. Alex apparently didn’t notice, but Chloe did. She looked even more perplexed.
I could sympathize. Confusion over Alex’s behavior was nothing new. Also, I’d gone to an all-girls school most of my life, so boys were a mystery in general, with the exception of my boyfriend: He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma.