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things like the Keres."
"Who are the Keres?"
"They're crazed maniacal demons whose entire purpose is to make sure you die as violent a death as possible."
That got her attention. " Demons ? What are you talking about?"
"It was a Ker tha' got Summer," And it became clear he knew everything. "She was our sister."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Well, didn't that just soften her right up. "I'm––I'm really sorry." She meant it, even though she wasn't sure exactly what had happened anymore.
He shrugged, but he looked sad. "Death is an occupational hazard for us."
She did not want him to explain what he meant by that.
"His name is Nicolai," He continued, "We know it was him tha' was after you. Throwin' people off of high places has made him pretty famous. It's his favorite way to kill. He's wanted by the guard in like, four provinces."
Mystic stole her attention again by showing her a pinky gloss she had chosen instead of a lipstick. She also had a rosy blush and mascara––stuff Chloe never dreamed of wearing back home.
"How long have I been here?" She asked.
Ace was now standing beside her, watching the progress the girls were making. His foot tapped the ground to an impatient beat. "You've been here a couple of weeks now..."
"A couple of weeks?!"
"Tha's right. Even with Dr. Life workin' her magic, it still took a long time for you to wake up. Eleven days to be exact. But tha's not too bad really, they've been known to last longer."
Eleven days ? Chloe felt faint. "What do you mean by that? Known what to last longer?"
"The komas …" He cocked his head at her. "Nicolai threw you off the cliff too, where we found you…Hmm, Dr. Life said tha' you might not remember..."
She gulped and shook her head. There was just no way this could be true. She had seen this thing, the Ker, throw Summer, but if it had done the same to her, shouldn't she be sharing the girl's fate right now? Death ?
"I'm not dead," She said. "Am I?"
Ace frowned. "O'course you're not. You didn't actually land or anythin'. You were in a koma when we found you, completely under. You were floatin'…like two feet off the ground…" He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous he sounded to her. He sighed. "It doesn' matter right now. Things'll make sense soon enough."
She just shook her head, too baffled to respond.
Mystic positioned herself above Chloe. "Close your eyes, Oracle." She did as she was told, though not sure why, and felt the gentle brush going back and forth across her eyelids.
"Nicolai will come back for you, you know," She heard Ace say right after her eyes had shut them all out, "At some time or another. Whoever hired him will want him to finish the job."
"Whoever hired him?"
"Aye. For the most part, Keres are free agents. For the right price, you can get them to kill anybody."
“So basically, they're assassins."
"I wish. Assassins jus' want you dead. Keres want you to suffer."
She had no response for that. Neither did she want to ask anymore questions that might reveal anything more about his sister's untimely death or her own supposed attempted murder, and she was sure she didn't want to hear anymore of Ace's fairy tale answers about her floating in the air and avoiding it. Neither were helping her to figure out what she was doing here or how she was going to get home.
"You can open your eyes now, Chloe," Mystic said. So she did. "Look up please." Chloe did that and Mystic applied a coat of mascara to her eyelashes. Her nails were painted and drying, and Crystal was using a curling iron to do something with her hair. She heard the sizzle of the mist from the heat.
"Strafford's the Quad leader, so tha' means he makes the rules," Ace said, examining her make-up job, "His authority is our law and disobeyin' him or tryin' to follow your own strong will, will serve you no good here. Besides, it'll piss him off good. Learn from me." Ace was giving her a look, as if he knew she was known for her strong will. "Might even
"Who are the Keres?"
"They're crazed maniacal demons whose entire purpose is to make sure you die as violent a death as possible."
That got her attention. " Demons ? What are you talking about?"
"It was a Ker tha' got Summer," And it became clear he knew everything. "She was our sister."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Well, didn't that just soften her right up. "I'm––I'm really sorry." She meant it, even though she wasn't sure exactly what had happened anymore.
He shrugged, but he looked sad. "Death is an occupational hazard for us."
She did not want him to explain what he meant by that.
"His name is Nicolai," He continued, "We know it was him tha' was after you. Throwin' people off of high places has made him pretty famous. It's his favorite way to kill. He's wanted by the guard in like, four provinces."
Mystic stole her attention again by showing her a pinky gloss she had chosen instead of a lipstick. She also had a rosy blush and mascara––stuff Chloe never dreamed of wearing back home.
"How long have I been here?" She asked.
Ace was now standing beside her, watching the progress the girls were making. His foot tapped the ground to an impatient beat. "You've been here a couple of weeks now..."
"A couple of weeks?!"
"Tha's right. Even with Dr. Life workin' her magic, it still took a long time for you to wake up. Eleven days to be exact. But tha's not too bad really, they've been known to last longer."
Eleven days ? Chloe felt faint. "What do you mean by that? Known what to last longer?"
"The komas …" He cocked his head at her. "Nicolai threw you off the cliff too, where we found you…Hmm, Dr. Life said tha' you might not remember..."
She gulped and shook her head. There was just no way this could be true. She had seen this thing, the Ker, throw Summer, but if it had done the same to her, shouldn't she be sharing the girl's fate right now? Death ?
"I'm not dead," She said. "Am I?"
Ace frowned. "O'course you're not. You didn't actually land or anythin'. You were in a koma when we found you, completely under. You were floatin'…like two feet off the ground…" He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous he sounded to her. He sighed. "It doesn' matter right now. Things'll make sense soon enough."
She just shook her head, too baffled to respond.
Mystic positioned herself above Chloe. "Close your eyes, Oracle." She did as she was told, though not sure why, and felt the gentle brush going back and forth across her eyelids.
"Nicolai will come back for you, you know," She heard Ace say right after her eyes had shut them all out, "At some time or another. Whoever hired him will want him to finish the job."
"Whoever hired him?"
"Aye. For the most part, Keres are free agents. For the right price, you can get them to kill anybody."
“So basically, they're assassins."
"I wish. Assassins jus' want you dead. Keres want you to suffer."
She had no response for that. Neither did she want to ask anymore questions that might reveal anything more about his sister's untimely death or her own supposed attempted murder, and she was sure she didn't want to hear anymore of Ace's fairy tale answers about her floating in the air and avoiding it. Neither were helping her to figure out what she was doing here or how she was going to get home.
"You can open your eyes now, Chloe," Mystic said. So she did. "Look up please." Chloe did that and Mystic applied a coat of mascara to her eyelashes. Her nails were painted and drying, and Crystal was using a curling iron to do something with her hair. She heard the sizzle of the mist from the heat.
"Strafford's the Quad leader, so tha' means he makes the rules," Ace said, examining her make-up job, "His authority is our law and disobeyin' him or tryin' to follow your own strong will, will serve you no good here. Besides, it'll piss him off good. Learn from me." Ace was giving her a look, as if he knew she was known for her strong will. "Might even
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