While she was waiting for her coffee, the girl moved to stand beside her. Miranda didn’t have to turn to know exactly what she looked like. Dark hair, woven through with strips of canvas, tangled against her exposed back.
“Tess,” Miranda said, trying to keep her voice light. “How have you been?”
“Why do you continue to pursue this path, Miranda?” Tess persisted in a low voice. “The Tribunal has a carefully laid-out plan. You know that. And you’re jeopardizing everything. They’ve spoken out against you. No one will even risk your company.” Tess placed a hand on Miranda’s arm, so that Miranda was forced to look at her. “No one will aid you, either.”
Miranda took a deep breath. She didn’t want to lose her temper. “So why are you here, then?”
“To try and reason with you.” Tess spat out the words. Now Miranda saw that Tess, too, was trying to keep from losing her temper. The idea almost made her smile. “Do you have any idea what this will do to us? It could reveal our presence. Set us back millennia …”
Miranda shrugged. “My issue is with the Unseen Ones. How the Tribunal is affected is not my concern.”
For a second, Tess’s eyes blazed, going from the dark black of a polished stone to a pure, hot white, sparking with anger. “If you do this, you will force the other Radicals against you. Is that what you want?”
“One cappuccino,” droned the girl behind the counter.
Miranda took the cup that was offered to her and licked a bit of foam from her finger. Garbage. But she enjoyed the ritual of it. Tess was watching her, but Miranda unhurriedly emptied sugar into her coffee, stirred carefully, tasted again.
“My plan will work, and then they will be forced to admit that I was right all along,” Miranda said. “There will be chaos in Pyralis, Tess. There will be blood. One of their own carries, even now, the seeds of destruction back to its shores. Then we can rule like we should. The Tribunal wants us to wait … but for what, Tess? We’ve been waiting too long already. It’s our time now.” She might have been born from chaos, but she wouldn’t die like a beast, driven to her knees in the dust like a dog.
She would choose. She had chosen; she had chosen the day she learned of Corinthe’s existence and decided to launch the plan that was now ten years in the making.
“They know what’s best … ,” Tess began to say, but Miranda waved her excuse away with one hand and walked toward a small wooden table in the corner, covered with white ring stains like a series of interlinked planets. Tess trailed behind and took the seat across from her. “So you’re willing to sacrifice an innocent life for the chance to prove the Tribunal wrong?” she hissed, leaning across the table so that no one else could hear.
Miranda steeled herself against the flush of guilt. She wasn’t sacrificing anyone, not really. Corinthe’s fate was to die. Miranda was giving her the chance to save herself. If Corinthe chose to kill the boy, she would live. She would effectively swap fates.
And if Corinthe, the only Fallen Fate in history, chose to go against her fate, it might be enough to upset the balance.
Then the Free Radicals could regain what they had lost. There had been a time when Miranda had had the power to tear holes in the universe, to bring time to its knees and make planets spin backward.
She could still almost taste it … how it felt to hold the universe like one of those precious marbles in the palm of her hand … how it felt to smash whole worlds to pieces and watch new creations rise from their dust.
Tess had been one such creation. The closest thing to an offspring a Free Radical could have.
And Miranda knew it was Tess’s daughter-like loyalty that kept her here, in this cafe, continuing to urge Miranda to return to the Tribunal.
Now Tess shook her head as though she was reading Miranda’s mind. Perhaps she was. “I may not be able to come again.” She almost sounded sad, and Miranda, surprised, turned around. Tess’s eyes were dark again, full of shadows. “If I can’t change your mind, we will be enemies.”
The last time Miranda had stood before the council, she had pleaded with them to listen. Begged, almost. The threads of the universe were so tightly woven that the efforts of the Free Radicals made only tiny tears in the fabric. They were ineffectual, they were failing, and they would soon suffocate, crushed out by the control, by the regularity, by the stiff-necked balance that forced everything in one direction.
She had a plan to take back control.
They refused. The Tribunal wanted to coexist with the Unseen Ones and were too shortsighted to realize that by denying their very nature, they were walking into their own extinction.
Now the Radicals were dying faster than they could be born. As they moved through space unattached, their powers gradually dissipated, like water evaporating in the sun. This was why Rhys had become so weak—his exile was draining him, allowing his powers to simply seep away. This was also why the Tribunal had so much sway: they knew that only by banding together and combining their energy could they survive in a universe that was increasingly dominated by order instead of chaos.
And it worked. The Tribunal was just like a black hole—luring other Radicals into it, terrifying in its strength. Miranda knew that the biggest risk she could ever take was going against the Tribunal. They were the one force in the universe that could easily destroy her, and her powers were diminishing gradually, just like Rhys’s. She knew she couldn’t survive on her own forever—no Radical could.
Two could, however. She’d forged a partnership once, born out of ambition and a mutual desire for revenge. Ford. He was a Radical of tremendous power. Together, they had survived without the Tribunal. But the Tribunal had gotten to him long ago, and now Miranda had no allies left.
Corinthe was her only hope. She’d banked everything on Corinthe.
She had escaped her exile in the Land of the Two Suns, only to live miserably in Humana, virtually a slave, disrupting the balance whenever she could, creating tiny moments of chaos out of order.
A small, meager, pathetic way for a Radical to exercise her powers, and she didn’t even know if her plan would work, but she knew she had to try. She thought of Corinthe’s face, and the music box turning and turning forever unless the girl figured out what she wanted. A horrible destiny: gripped by her own indecision, compelled to spin forever at the hands of those who wished to control everything. Miranda would not be a part of it.
“Then we will be enemies.” Miranda spoke gently. “I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.”
Tess shook her head. She seemed about to argue, but at last she just said: “Goodbye, then.” Tess turned and glided out of the coffee shop onto the San Francisco street. Miranda turned away so she wouldn’t have to see Tess disappear.
“Goodbye,” Miranda whispered.
She waited for a minute, then walked into the street holding her coffee, feeling its warmth seep into her hands. Then she dumped it out in the nearest gutter.
Soon, if everything went as planned, this would all be over.
7
Went to the Marina. Lost something.
Luc stared at the note he had found tossed carelessly on his pillow. He tried to keep himself from screaming, or hitting something. He’d forbidden Jasmine to go out. He’d made her swear. And she’d ignored him.
What the hell was so important at this hour?
The apartment had been dark when he let himself in. No surprise there. His dad was snoring on the couch. No surprise there, either. Luc couldn’t remember the last time his dad had mobilized himself to make it to his bedroom instead of just passing out in front of the TV.