“Okay, hypothetical scenario,” Zeke said. “So, Beth left the evidence room around twelve and wanted to come back here. She got the wrong room, stumbling into the cells. Her curiosity was sparked and she investigated a little. When she reached Rosalyn’s door, she looked through the peephole and met eyes with Rosalyn. Rosalyn took over her mind and made her open the door. That cell door can only opened by very strong magic.”
“Meaning you and Isabella,” Onyx said to Robert.
“And Beth,” said Lucius’ voice. All eyes turned to him.
“What do you mean?” Robert asked.
“Beth is a Fatechild.”
“That’s impossible, Lucius,” Isabella said.
“It’s not though. She is a child of Fate. Her destiny is hers to decide.”
“Who else knows this?” asked Robert, worried.
“Why does it matter?” Isabella asked quietly.
“The Fatechildren were hunted for reason, Ibby,” Robert said harshly. He turned back to Lucius. “Where is she?”
“I’m not allowed to tell you.”
“I am bound by the laws of the universe as much as anyone else in this.”
“How am I supposed to find her then?” Robert asked, throwing his arms up in defeat.
“Don’t be fatalistic; it doesn’t suit you. All you need to do is think.”
With that, Lucius disappeared in a column of flame as he returned to the Dimension. Everyone in the room was silent. Robert knew that everyone was looking at him. He began to pace, going through a list of places in his mind.
“So, Rosalyn has Beth,” Isabella murmured.
“Shush,” Robert said sharply.
Everyone was silent, allowed him to think.
Where would Rosalyn go? Where would she take Beth? She wouldn’t go back to their original hideout as that was ransacked and burned the other day.
They wouldn’t book into a hotel because that would just be stupid. The local houses large enough for more than thirty demons had too active an environment; it wouldn’t be remote enough for them. All the abandoned buildings were either under brotherhood control or too damaged or small to be of use.
“Robert—” Onyx started.
“Shush,” he said instantly, cutting him off with a glare.
“Robert, listen,” he continued. He stopped, waiting for an acknowledgement. Robert glanced over at him briefly and slowed his pacing. “You can’t hope to find and slay these demons; they have their feathers and—”
Robert clapped suddenly, once, and span around to face Onyx, pointing at him.
“What did you just say?” he demanded.
“I said, you can’t hope to slay—”
Robert interrupting him again. “I know where they are.”
“What, where?” Isabella asked.
“They’re at the slayerhouse.”
“How’d you work that out?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together and her arms folding across her chest.
“Rosalyn heard Jay and I discussing the aprioris we got from the slayers’ hideout. She knew that we’d been there and got everything. She probably doesn’t expect us to go back there any sooner than it fits in with her plan.”