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Atropos looked mysterious and strong, standing against the
pillar.
    You shall regain your
true self , Clotho said.
    And save the world
for true love , Lachesis
said.
    If only you recognize
that true love has many lives, Atropos
said.
    You denied me that
life, Rob snapped. He could take no more.
He clapped his hands together, casting a powerful spell that flung
him away from the Fates and their so-called
justice.
    Later, he found out through Little
John that the Fates had nearly imprisoned him after that insolence.
Only John’s argument, and Rob’s obvious grief, prevented
it.
    “I didn’t mean that,” John was saying.
“I didn’t mean to bring up Marian again. Really. I meant besides
then. You know, in the past 800 years.”
    Rob must have had an expression, then,
something that told his best friend he had been reliving the
prelude to the worst moment of his life.
    Even now, he could barely think of
that day, holding the frail shell of the woman he’d loved as she
died in his arms, knowing that he had the power to save her—and
everything he would do, everything he would try—would be reversed
by those evil Fates.
    “It’s all right,” Rob said, shoving
his plate away. The food no longer seemed appealing. “I know what
you meant.”
    The good humor was gone from John’s
face. He finally seemed to understand why Rob wasn’t going to use
his magic for something as trivial as finding an attractive
woman.
    If he hadn’t been able to use that
magic for something crucial, he wasn’t going to waste it on a
whim.
    “I just think it’s important, you
know?” John said. “I think you had a sign last night, and I think
you need to act on it.”
    “A sign from the Fates?” Rob asked
with more than a touch of bitterness.
    John shrugged.
    “I did what they wanted one too many
times,” Rob said. “I don’t care about their signs.”
    John sighed. “Maybe you should,” he
said, almost to himself. “Maybe you should.”
     

 
     
Eight
     
    Megan spent most of the morning on the
phone, making sure that she truly had tied up all of her loose
ends. She used the phone in her suite—which Travers swore she
deserved (what had Zoe done to him, anyway? Whatever it was, Megan
was starting to like it)—and then she returned to Travers’ for
lunch with Kyle.
    She and Kyle finished first and went
to the couch while Zoe and Travers discussed wedding
dates.
    “Dad’s gonna leave soon,” Kyle
whispered to her. “You wanna do something fun?”
    “Like what?” she asked, not
questioning Kyle’s knowledge of his father’s future
plans.
    “Star Trek
Experience , maybe?”
    “You’ve already seen that,” his father
said from across the room.
    “With the Fates. It
wasn’t the same. They really weren’t into Star Trek .” Kyle looked at his dad as
he said this last. “Aunt Meg loves Star
Trek .”
    “Classic,” Megan said. She had a thing
for the young William Shatner that none of her friends ever
understood.
    “I’m saying no on a
repeat of the Star Trek
Experience ,” Travers said. “How about
something wholesome? There’s got to be some museums around
here.”
    “In Vegas?” Megan asked.
    “There’s a neon place,” Kyle
said.
    “Not to mention the Elvis-A-Rama and
the Liberace Museum.” Zoe came in from the kitchen, munching on a
candy bar.
    Megan suppressed a sigh. How did women
like that stay so slim when they ate so poorly?
    “I don’t think either of those are for
Kyle either,” Zoe continued. “But there’s a children’s museum
that’s across the street from the Natural History
Museum.”
    Kyle blatted a Bronx
cheer. Megan had to work to suppress a smile. She’d had the same
reaction—mentally, at least.
    “We can find something to do, can’t
we, boyo?” she said. “If nothing else, we can go to the water park
I saw.”
    “No,” Travers said. “The last time
Kyle went there, he got a hideous sunburn.”
    Megan looked at the boy. His skin was
fine, so it couldn’t have been