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shallow. In his mind, the resurrection plays over and over again—the stormy night at the Estenzian arena, the appearance of Adelina disguised as Maeve, shrouded behind a hooded robe, the explosion of dark energy he’d felt in the arena’s waters that came from somewhere beyond. He thinks of the lack of light in Enzo’s eyes.
    The goddess of Death had punished armies before, hadtaken revenge on princes and kings who became too arrogant in the face of certain death. But what would happen if a Young Elite, a mortal body doomed to wield immortal powers, one of the most
powerful
Elites Raffaele had ever encountered, was taken from her domain? Would that tear the fabric separating the living and the dead?
    Raffaele reads late into the night. He has ignored the others’ knocks on his door all day, but now it is silent. Books strewn around him, volumes and volumes of myths and history, mathematics and science. Every time he flips a page, the candle on his desk flickers like it might go out. He is searching for a specific myth—the only reference to a time when the immortal realm touched the mortal that he’s heard.
    Finally, he finds it. Laetes. The angel of Joy. Raffaele slows down and reads it aloud, whispering the words as he goes.
    â€œLaetes,” he murmurs, “the angel of Joy, was the most precious and beloved child of the gods. So beloved was he that he became arrogant, thinking only himself worthy of praise. His brother Denarius, the angel of Greed, seethed with bitterness at this. One night, Denarius cast Laetes from the heavens, condemning him to walk the world as a man for one hundred years. The angel of Joy fell from the light of the heavens through the dark of night, into the mortal world. The shudder of his impact sent ripples throughout the land, but it would take more than a hundred years for the consequences of that to manifest. There is an imbalance in the world, the poison of the immortal touching the mortal.”
    Raffaele’s voice trails off. He reads it again.
There is an imbalance in the world. The poison of the immortal touching the mortal.
His finger moves down the page, skimming the rest of the story.
    â€œ. . . until Laetes could look up at the heavens from the place where they touched the earth, and step through once more with the blessing of each of the gods.”
    He thinks of the blood fever, the waves of plague that had birthed the Elites in the first place.
The blood fever.
Ripples throughout the land. Those plagues had been the consequence of immortality meeting mortality—they had been caused by Laetes’s fall. He thinks of the Elites’ powers. Then he thinks of Enzo, returning to the mortal world after having visited the immortal.
    How had he not seen this before? How had he not made this connection until now? Until the poison in the ocean had given him this clue?
    â€œVioletta,” Raffaele mutters, rising from his chair.
She will understand—she felt the poison in the ocean first.
He throws on his outer robe, then hurries to the door. As he goes, he thinks back to when he had first tested Adelina’s powers, how her alignments to the Underworld shattered the glass of his lantern and sent the papers on his desk flying.
    This energy feels like Adelina’s,
Violetta had said when her feet touched the ocean’s water.
    If what he thinks is true, then they would not only have to face Adelina again . . . they would need her help.
    When Raffaele turns the corner and enters the hall whereVioletta’s room sits, he halts. Lucent and Michel are already standing outside her door. Raffaele slows in his steps. Even from a distance, he can sense a disturbance behind Violetta’s door.
    â€œWhat is it?” Raffaele asks the others.
    â€œWe heard a wailing,” Lucent says. “It didn’t sound like a normal human cry . . . Raffaele, it was the most haunting sound I’ve ever