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thought.
    I voiced what she hadn't. "What we have
here is a systematic attack against the glue holding the Overworld
Conclave together. It seems way too big for one person, even
Vadaemos." Solving the conspiracy behind Thunder Rock suddenly
became a lot more complicated in my mind, like one of those
corkboards with tons of pictures pinned to a map and a mile of red
yarn connecting them all. Detective work definitely wasn't my
forte. In fact, it was giving me a headache.
    One thing was very clear, however.
Vadaemos was like the center of a wheel with spokes radiating in
all directions. He might be a real mastermind, or he might be just
another pawn. Either he was the man with all the answers, or he
knew who was. He was the reason Elyssa's father hated spawn. He
might even be the reason my parents got married. If that were
true—my breath caught in my chest at the possibilities. Having my
family together was good for Vadaemos because it kept the spawn at
odds with the Arcanes. Maybe he would help me bring my parents and
sister back together. Outsmart the Conroys.
    But if he helped me, it meant I
couldn't bring him to Templar justice and exonerate all spawn-kind
for Thunder Rock. Thomas Borathen would never accept me as his
daughter's boyfriend—or anything more. It would mean never having a
chance at an extended family. No meeting the weird aunt who likes
to pinch cheeks, or having big family holiday dinners. No vampire
hunting with the brothers, or defeating supernatural attempts at
world domination with the father either. I tried to imagine Thomas
patting me on the back and calling me son. Instead, all I could
think about was how nasty he'd been to me the first time we
met.
    I would be willing to do almost
anything if it meant I could ensure a future with Elyssa. Then
again, I would do almost anything to make my family whole and
rescue my mom and sister from the Conroys. There had to be a way to
have both, damn it!
    I leaned forward and stared into the
murky waters of the lake. Something crinkled in my pocket. I
reached inside, withdrew several folded sheets of paper, and
unfolded them on my knee.
    "Are those the pages Underborn gave
you?" Elyssa said in a low voice, peering over at the wrinkled
sheets.
    I nodded. "Yeah. I was thinking about
what he and Vallaena said." Both the assassin and my dear aunt
seemed convinced I was at the center of a prophecy, though for some
reason, they referred to it as a foreseeance, claiming it wasn't
the same thing. Auntie Vallaena wanted to take me into her
protective custody so I could perform whatever dread duty lay in
store for me, while Underborn seemed to think it had some
connection to his investigations regarding Thunder Rock. I had yet
to do more than glance at what he'd given me, but maybe, just
maybe, these pages held an answer or two. Maybe Thunder Rock was
the start of a conspiracy, or maybe not.
    I shuffled through the pages. The first
few bore a list of names, while the last few had what looked like
several random sentences. Both Underborn and Vallaena claimed they
had tried to locate a copy of the full text of Foreseeance 4311,
the assigned name for this particular jumble of prophetic nonsense.
Apparently, more than one person could see the same future events,
but every recorded copy of 4311 had vanished, and many of the
foreseers were either dead or had forgotten their own words by the
time Underborn tracked them down. These sheets bore the withered
fruits of his investigation.
    "Who are these people?" Elyssa
asked.
    Kassallandra peered over my other
shoulder, the curtain of her flaming hair dangling next to my face.
A sweet odor like a field of flowers mingling with a barbed, burnt
scent tickled my nose, reminding me of Vallaena for some reason.
Something deep within me stirred, and I found myself turning ever
so slightly to draw in another breath flavored with her scent. What
was it about spawn women that tantalized my nose? Succubus
pheromones?
    Thankfully, neither