Page 255 of Gift from the Source
As she and Tillman have their own little stare-off, I cross my arms and hold Ry’s glare.
“I’m not sure what you’re so worked up about. We were fine and only gone an hour.”
“Yeah, and I’m surprised the realm isn’t catching fire right now since the two of you were on the loose.”
“We aren’t rabid animals.”
“You’re most certainly an animal.”
That little wink of his has me struggling not to crack a smirk and laugh.
“Well, let’s see what these things can do. Also, you still had two minutes till the tracker went off. We were just coming to see what you two were up to,” Tillman says smugly.
I knew they weren’t really concerned or neither would’ve dropped it that fast. They’re barely uptight these days about where we go. We just like to ruffle their feathers every now and then.
Damn, so after nearly dying, I could’ve had a minute to properly catch my breath.
Tillman’s head whips to me as he narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?”
I pointedly turn on my heel to ignore his big ass.
“Okay, so you gonna tell me what to do or what?” I ask Willow as we crowd around my desk.
“Use the dagger to scrape, the triangle to look. Say the spell, ‘Through a grain of sand, times traveled across the land.’”
“I’ve never heard that spell before.”
“Obviously,” she says, waving my attention away from her.
Rolling my eyes playfully, I lean down until I’m eye level with the relic. I blow out a deep breath and follow the instructions she gave me.
“Through a grain of sand, times traveled across the land.”
My gasp rings in my ears as my eyesight zones in on the small little opening I scraped away. Within the confines of the hard exterior is what looks to be a real hourglass and as one sand grain falls, I fall into wherever it pulls me.
Oh my Elementra.
My mind is released, and I suck in a struggling breath. I grip my chest as I attempt to get my heart to stop its pounding and Ry flies to my side.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” he asks frantically.
“I just…” I shake my head and look at Willow. “Was that…was that Elementra making the daughters?”
She smiles wildly at me and shrugs her shoulders. “I have no clue. You see what it wants to show you of the past. One grain, one true event in time.”
My mind shatters as the information stored within races to the surface. I run my finger down the relic where it’s already covering itself back up.
I know what it is.
“It’s a Looking Glass. They’re thought to all be destroyed.”
“Correct. Except this one,” she squeals.
“Wait, when you found this and gave it to me two years ago, didyou know?”
“Nope, I had no idea. I just knew it wasn’t some piece of pottery. Who else was I supposed to give it to other than the realm’s most renowned Archivist?”
A watery laugh chokes out of me as I look between her and the relic.
