Shattered Promises 02 - Fractured Souls Jessica Sorensen (top 10 novels of all time TXT) 📖

my eyes, leaning closely. “I’m worried you might have a concussion.”

I shake my head while I gradually sit up and he leans back to give me room. My eyes immediately drift to the sofa across from me where Nicholas sits.

He’s wearing a navy blue T-shirt and a pair of tan cargo pants. His sandy blonde hair sweeps over his forehead, his golden eyes twinkling and his smile is devious.

I narrow my eyes at him, but he only shakes his head and smiles. Watch it, he mouths. Or I won’t help.

Alex follows my line of gaze and then he stiffens. “When did you get here?”

“He showed up in the vision,” I explain through gritted teeth. I want to wring his neck, but I also need his help. It's wrong to let him have so much power over me, although there’s nothing I can do about it other than succumb to him. “In grand, creepy Nicholas style.”

Nicholas’s grin broadens and his dark gaze skims over my body. “You know it.”

“But that’s not allowed,” Alex interrupts, putting his hand on my knee while his fierce gaze remains on Nicholas. “Foreseers are not allowed to go into another Foreseer’s vision without permission. Even I know that.”

“Maybe I did have permission,” Nicholas says with a sly grin. “How do you know for sure that I didn’t? Maybe Gemma begged me to show up there?”

Alex arches a brow at me, wondering what’s going on. I want to tell him, so I can watch him punch Nicholas in the face because I know he will, yet then Nicholas probably won’t help me, either.

I shake my head and lean into Alex, wanting to shut my eyes and let the electricity lull me to sleep. “It’s nothing. He’s just being a creeper.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Nicholas winks, relaxing back in the chair with his arms spread out on the back. His attention focuses on Alex who protectively inches closer to me. “So is there a reason you let her use the crystal ball again? Or did she just decide to do it on her own and let you suffer the consequences for it? Personally, I’d love to think it was the latter.”

Alex and I exchange a look that seems to tell me he’s preparing himself for something terrible. His expression flashes with worry, and Alex rarely looks worried. “It wasn’t the latter.” He forces his gaze away from me and his fingers on my knee tense, his nails jabbing into my skin as his other hand clenches into a tight fist. “We need your help.” It sounds like it’s killing him to say it.

“Help with what?” Amusement dances in Nicholas’s eyes.

“With getting into The Underworld,” Alex says through gritted teeth.

A smirk forms on Nicholas’s face as he absentmindedly traces the Foreseer mark on his wrist, moving around the circle and ultimately the ‘S’ in the middle of it. “And who says I know how to do that?”

Alex shrugs. “I know your kind have a way of getting everywhere, including to different realms.”

“True,” Nicholas says. “But even if I could get you there, who says I want to help you?”

Alex slides his hand up the front of my leg, finds my hand in my lap, and laces our fingers together. I catch Nicholas watching the movement and for a moment jealousy burns in his eyes. “I’m sure there’s some sort of bargain we can work out.”

Nicholas’s attention transfers to me. “I’m sure I could figure out something that you have that I want.”

Alex angles himself in front of me, obscuring me from Nicholas’s view. “Not her.”

“And what if I said that was the only thing I’d take.”

“Then I’d kill you.”

My head whips in Alex’s direction, but his eyes stay on Nicholas. Nicholas holds the gaze steadily, though the longer it goes on, the more uncertain Nicholas gets, and finally, he slumps back looking really fidgety.

“There is one thing I’d love to have,” he says. “And if you can get it for me, then I’ll be your golden ticket into the land where torture is welcomed with opened arms along with insanity.” He pauses, bringing his foot up onto his knee. “But I have to ask, why The Underworld?”

“That’s not important.” Alex squeezes my hand, sending sparks up my arm. “Just tell me what you want.”

He dithers, thrumming his finger against his lip. “I’d like some fraxinus invisibili.”

“What the hell’s that?” Alex asks.

“Ask your Witch,” Nicholas replies. “She’ll know what it is.”

Alex glances at the doorway. “Aislin, can you come in here?”

A minute later Aislin enters the room with Laylen trailing at her heels. I discount the pull toward him the best that I can, especially since Aislin looks like she’s been crying, her eyes red and her cheeks swollen.

“What’s up,” she says, sounding hoarse as she reaches the middle of the room, keeping her distance from Nicholas.

“Do you know what fraxinus invisibili is?” he asks her.

Her expression plummets as she sits down on the edge of the apothecary table and Laylen sinks down on the armrest of the sofa right beside Nicholas. “Yeah, its invisibility ash.”

Alex looks confused. “Why the hell do you want that?” he asks Nicholas.

Nicholas shrugs, jiggling his foot that’s on his knee. “Who knows when it’ll come in handy?”

Alex and Aislin trade a look. “It’s what he wants in exchange for his help,” he explains to her.

“But what if he can’t help us?” Aislin turns to the side so she’s facing Alex. “What if I give it to him and then he runs?”

Alex glances at Nicholas and then demands, “Tell us how to get into The Underworld and then we’ll talk deals.”

Nicholas lowers his feet to the floor. “I don’t really think you’re in a place to give orders since I’m going to be taking you away soon, but if you must know, getting into The Underworld requires a lot of Foreseer power and an Ira.”

“What the fuck’s an Ira?” Alex asks.

Nicholas shrugs, nonchalantly kicking his feet up onto the apothecary table. “A very