Chapter 170

Letting go of Lucius' hand, I slipped off the edge and landed in the empty pit, scrabbling away from him until I reached the other side and wedging myself into the corner as tightly as I could. It wasn't Lucius I was afraid of. No, it wasn't like those early days when I was petrified and repulsed by the strange little boy who could throw me into my nightmares just by the touch of his hand. I was afraid of myself. I was afraid of what I might do if I stayed by his side. I knew that this time I would be the one to seek out those nightmares, desperate to go back and find Caelan, to reclaim her as mine – just like I had promised I would do. I stared hungrily at his hands, those small pale child's hands that held so much power and as if sensing my thoughts, Lucius withdrew the gloves Garrick had given him from his hoodie pocket and quickly put them both on. A feather-light touch on my shoulder made me flinch violently and I turned expecting to see rainbow eyes staring out from Punch's wicke