“You told her about—” Dawes’s voice dropped to an angry whisper.
“About Lethe?”
“Yes,” Alex snapped. “And I’m not going to apologize for it. She’s the one who fished me out of my own misery last year. She’s the one who called my mom and made sure I was okay when you were holed up at your sister’s house watching old sitcoms and hiding under the blankets.”
Dawes ducked her chin into her sweatshirt and Alex felt instantly terrible.
“I can help,” Mercy said, breaking the silence. “You said you need someone to watch over you. I can do that.”
“No.” Alex cut her hand through the air as if she were slicing the thought in half. “You have no idea what you’re signing up for. No.”
Mercy crossed her arms. She was wearing a bright blue granny sweater today, crocheted roses gathered around the neck. She looked like a disapproving kindergarten teacher.
“You can’t just say no, Alex.”
“You could be killed.”
Mercy scoffed. “Do you really think that will happen?”
“No one knows what will happen!”
“Can you give me a weapon?”
Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. At least Mercy was asking the right questions.
“You kind of don’t get to say no, right?” Mercy continued. “You don’t have anyone else. And you owe me for all the magical stuff.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Because you’d feel guilty.”
“Because I like you!” Alex shouted. She forced herself to lower her voice.
“And yes, I’d feel guilty. I rescue you, you rescue me. That’s what you said, remember?”
“So if something goes wrong, that’s what you do.”
Dawes cleared her throat. “We do need someone.”
Mercy stuck her hand out. “Mercy Zhao, roommate and bodyguard.”
Dawes shook it. “I … Pamela Dawes. Doctoral candidate and…”
Alex sighed. “Just say it.”
“Oculus.”
“That’s a really good code name,” said Mercy.
“It’s my office,” Dawes said with as much dignity as she could muster.
“We’re not spies.”
“No,” said Alex. “Espionage would be too easy for Lethe.”
“Actually,” Mercy said, “there’s speculation that the term spooks for CIA operatives originated from so many recruits coming from Skull and Bones.”
Alex laid her head down on the table. “You’re going to fit right in.”
“Just tell me where to start.”
“Don’t get excited,” Alex warned. “We haven’t even figured out how the Gauntlet works or if we’ve got this whole thing wrong.”
Dawes gestured to the blueprint of Sterling. “There’s supposed to be a circuit, a circle for us to complete, but…”
Mercy studied the blueprint. “It looks like you’re headed around the courtyard.”
“That’s right,” said Dawes. “But there’s no way to complete the circuit.
The path dead-ends at Manuscripts and Archives.”
“No, it doesn’t,” said Mercy. “Just go through the University Librarian’s office.”
“I’ve been in that office.” Dawes gave the blueprints a firm tap. “There’s a door to Manuscripts and Archives and a door out to the courtyard. The sundial door. That’s it.”
“No,” Mercy insisted. Alex felt like she was watching a boxing match where the fighters threw citations instead of punches. “I don’t know why it isn’t on the plan, but there’s a door behind the librarian’s desk, right beside the fireplace, the one with that funny quote in Latin.” “Funny quote?” Alex asked.
Mercy tugged on one of the rosettes at her neckline. “I can’t remember what it’s from, but it basically amounts to ‘Shut up and go away, I’m busy.’
