Javis and I completed our late shift at the same time. Fortunately, my foot wasn’t broken or sprained. My toes had swollen to the point where I couldn’t fit into my right shoe, but after a few days of rest, I couldn’t wait to get back to work.
“Thanks for helping me with my rounds, Javis.”
“Don’t worry about it. I know you’ll help me with the toilets when the time comes.”
I wrinkled my nose, my mind occupied with more than bathroom cleaning. Father had been cold with me when I’d asked him to hide the baglamas. And we still hadn’t figured out who’d locked the recovering Lost out of the hospital. Though, we suspected it had something to do with the portals to and from Edgar that Sloe had shown me.
I frowned as I listened to Javis’s attempts at solving the puzzle, wishing my oversized hospital boot thudded more loudly to drown out his droning.
“I still say Sloe has something to do with it,” he said. “No one else knows about the portals, much less uses them.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” I said, surprised by the tartness in my voice. But I didn’t let it stop me from continuing. I inhaled deeply. “Nothing about Sloe suggests he’s capable of such a mean trick. He’s kind, Javis. You’ll understand once you get to know him better.”
He sniffed. “The only way to find out is to get to know him better, which means being around him more.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“We have the travel glasses. Why not stop in at the Clock Tower for a visit?”
“I’d rather not show up uninvited.”
“Why not? That’s how he showed up here.”
A rush of warmth filled my cheeks as I considered the possibility. I wouldn’t mind seeing Sloe again. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t know him well. As far as I was concerned, he was a good person. He hadn’t done anything to suggest otherwise. But I didn’t know where I stood as far as friendship, either. He hadn’t visited Edgar since the day the baglamas was stolen.
“Okay, perhaps we should visit the Clock Tower,” I said, hesitating. “What will Sloe need to do to convince you that you’re wrong about him?”
Javis shoved a hand in his pocket. He pulled out a pair of travel glasses. “I don’t have anything specific in mind; but I’m willing to feel him out a bit. Are you ready to go now, or would you like to freshen up first?”
I winced. “Freshen up?”
“Put on more makeup or change out of your scrubs…whatever girls spend so much time on before going basically anywhere.”
My jaw slackened at his teasing grin. “I’m ready now,” I said through clamped teeth. “Let’s go.”
We stepped toward a long stretch of pathway. I held out my hand. Still grinning, Javis slipped the dark glasses over his eyes.
I exhaled, shaking my head as I took a long look at the field of flowers—to where Sloe had entered Edgar the first time I’d met him.
His features were burned in my mind.
Dark hair. Eyes of pale lavender roses. A grin that tilted to the left. There was no doubt I could do a better search for Sloe to get us to the Clock Tower. I’d had a lot of time to think about him during my days off.
But this was Javis’s idea. Sighing, I decided to let him drive. Since I wasn’t a silhouette from the past, Javis could transport me. I prepared to run by pressing my weight to the back of my heels, trying not to hurt myself while he focused on our search.
“On three,” Javis said. “One. Two. Thr—”
“No, wait!” Instead of running forward, I squeezed my hand more tightly and pulled him back. He fell backward and I fell forward. Our hands separated, and we toppled to the ground. Pain prickled across my kneecaps.
“What are you doing, Silvie?”
“I saw something.”
I stuck out my finger and pointed to a space in distance. “Hands and shoes. Sloe may be coming here to visit us.”
The legs and torso of a person began to emerge from Edgar’s entrance portal.
I scrambled to my feet. “Come on, Javis. Let’s see who it is.”
My heart zoomed as I half bounded, half clomped across the flowers, hoping Sloe had come to visit us. Then I could prove to Javis what a nice guy he was.
I stopped, my heart sinking. A man stepped through the portal, his cloak flapping around him, followed by another figure whose face was covered to his lips with a hood.
Javis’s breath came out in ragged gasps from somewhere on my right. “Who are you?” he called out.
The men didn’t answer; they didn’t have to. I knew they had something to do with the man in the tunic from the world we’d escaped with the baglamas. They were dressed like the cell guards.
I pressed my fingertips to my ears and screamed. Until a hand covered my lips.
“Save your breath, girl. We have questions for you.”
Unable to turn my head, my eyes darted to the left and right, searching for my brother.
Javis writhed against the bulkier man’s grasp. “What do you want from us?” My heart pounded at the panic in my brother’s voice.
“The baglamas.” The words that escaped the lips pressed at my ear were warbled and strange. “We’ve come to take it back.”
“I don’t have it,” I growled.
The man holding back Javis’s arms pressed his brows together. “Where is it?”
“Hidden. I wouldn’t be able to tell you where it was if I tried.” I bit at the hand that half covered my lips. “Let. Me. Go.”
“Not until you tell us who knows where the instrument is.”
I clenched my jaw. There was no way I was going to implicate Father.
Javis strained against the cloaked man who wasn’t wearing a hood. Both stared up over my forehead, presumably at the hooded man who held me.
Javis’s eyes opened wide as he began to shudder.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled out. “Javis, what’s happening?”
“His eyes…they’re like the dog’s eyes. He’s putting words in my head.”
I twisted until I felt my neck would break. The hood was pulled back from my attacker’s face. His eyes glowed white and burned of moonlight.
“Stop looking into his eyes, Javis! He can’t talk to you if you look away.”
Arms around me tightened.
Then, suddenly, the vise of pressure disappeared. Both cloaked men slackened and fell to their knees.
The man who’d held Javis moved for the portal—the invisible space where they’d entered Edgar. “We’ve stayed too long,” he said, his voice thin and choked.
I bit my lip to keep from asking what he meant by that.
The hooded man held out his hand.
“But that’s not the exit port—” I gulped and pressed my hands to my lips, feeling like an idiot for what I’d revealed.
I took a few step backward and reached for Javis.
Both of the cloaked men were in pain. I could sense it—feel it—with my healing talent. As much as I felt the pull to comfort them, I resisted. This pain was foreign to me. I had no idea what it was or where it came from. And I wasn’t about to escort them to the rear of the hospital where I knew the exit portal was located. I didn’t what them anywhere near Father or the recovering Lost.
I set my jaw, watching the hooded man’s hand pass through air. He and his companion crawled across the space where they’d entered; where I imagined the entrance portal would be. Flowers crunched beneath their knees and hands.
Both strained to stand upright, before they turned and walked backwards into the space they’d passed.