Timepiece: An Hourglass Novel (24 page)

Chapter 55

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“Are you okay?” Lily asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. I covered it with my own.

“I don’t know. Mom and Dad. It’s amazing.” I stared across the dewy grass and breathed in the smell of a new morning. But it wasn’t a fresh start. “Emerson and Michael …”

“There’s hope.” I heard it in her voice, felt it in her soul.

“Lily? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I know where the Infinityglass is.”

“What? How?”

“I lied to Teague. Once I figured out the Infinityglass was a person, I looked for it on the map. It’s in Louisiana, near New Orleans. We can save them, Kaleb.” Her smile was full of promise. “We just have to find the Infinityglass, and we can make everything okay.”

I touched the bruise on her cheek, ran my thumb under the cut on her mouth.

“I hope you aren’t going to let a fat lip stop you,” she said.

I barely touched my lips to hers, but rather than seek her emotions, I paid attention to my own.

All I felt was love.

Until other emotions pushed between us.

More relief. More gratitude. So much more love.

Michael. And Emerson.

I turned to see him, along with Emerson, perfectly healthy, standing right in front of us. I stared at them in wonder, and then I jumped off the porch steps, grabbing Mike to make sure he was real, reaching out for Em’s hand.

They didn’t disappear.

“How?” I asked, once everyone had hugged and been hugged at least fifteen times. “We were sure you were gone, forever.”

“So were we,” Em said. “Once we got inside, I realized that the Phone Company didn’t look like the Phone Company anymore. No one was inside, and there weren’t tables or chairs or … anything. I turned around to run back out, but the smoke was so thick….”

She’d been terrified. Being trapped, compounded with her fear of fire—I could feel the tightness in her throat, the shaking of her arms and legs.

“But I could see her,” Michael said, reaching for Em’s hand. “I knew we had one chance.”

“We couldn’t travel,” Em said, her voice stronger now, “because we didn’t have exotic matter. But we had our duronium rings, so we could get inside the veil.”

“The rip changed while we watched,” Michael said. “The Phone Company went back to normal.”

“But we couldn’t get out of the veil.” Em shuddered. “We were trapped.”

“If you were trapped, how the hell are you standing here right now?” I demanded. That’s when I felt him.

Poe stood two feet away from us, just outside a veil.

“Edgar,” Em said, with pink cheeks. “Jack and Cat used him as a tool. Just like Ava, just like me.”

“I’m still not following,” I said. At all.

There was extreme fierceness in Em’s voice. If Poe was going to have a champion, the girl he’d tried to kill was his best chance. “He’s not a traveler to the past or the future, but he can move through space. Kind of like … teleporting.”

“Explain.” I stared at Poe, trying to get any other emotion besides sadness from him. It was all I could find.

“I use duronium to get inside veils.” His voice was thin, and it seemed as if he could barely stand. “I use exotic matter to get from place to place. Jack used me to do the same.”

“You were using Cat’s exotic matter,” I realized. “Did Cat help Em and Michael get out of the rip?”

“No.”

“How did you get them out?” I asked.

“I have my own source of exotic matter.”

I let the possibilities of that statement sink in.

“If we’re done with the happy reunion, I’m not just here for kicks and giggles.” I noticed a red spot on the front of Poe’s shirt growing wider by the second. He swayed to one side, blinking furiously. “I came to warn you. Landers. Chronos. Together … mistake. Huge mistake.”

And then he collapsed.

Acknowledgments

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Awesome Agent Holly “The Death Kitten” Root. You never cease to amaze me. They say choosing an agent is like choosing a spouse. I totally leveled up.

Fab Film Agent Brandy Rivers. Your advocacy for
Hourglass
has been tireless. Southern girls are the best. Thank you.

Everyone at Waxman Literary, for handling all the details.

Excellent Editor Regina Griffin, and the whole team at Egmont. I can’t even begin to list all you’ve done for
Hourglass
and
Timepiece
!

Lissy Laricchia, cover photographer, whose mind I’d like to crawl inside for an extended vacation, and cover designer Alison Chamberlain.

My foreign publishers, along with every sales rep, bookseller, bookstore, reader, and bookpusher alive. Where would I be without you?

Twentieth Century Fox, for being able to see the potential in
Hourglass
as a feature film. If it happens or not, the possibility is the real gift.

My writer friends. Beth Revis, for the Firefly reference; Victoria Schwab, for the thin blue line; MG Buehrlen, for kite string and shin kicking elves; Jodi Meadows, for an always open chat box and the kindest approach; CJ Redwine, for ledge wrangling and peach tea runs; and Rachel Hawkins, for the endless laughter and the “hurts me in my feminism” line. Half up, half down, Hawkins.

Cuban ladies who came to my rescue! Christina Diaz Gonzalez, and Chantel Acevedo (who made phone calls to Marta and Aris to make sure I got Lily right!). Empanadas for everyone! (But one of y’all are going to have to teach me how to make them.)

Jen Lamoureux, for being a precious friend and a tireless worker on the Murphy’s Law fan site.

Katie Bartow and Sophie Riggsby, for being seriously spectacular. (Can’t wait for you to find yourselves between the pages.)

Clint Redwine, for taking three rolls of film in Sedona. (You made it in, too!)

Writer/readers who helped more than they know: Bill Cameron, Valerie Kemp, Tessa Gratton, Natalie Parker, Jeri Smith-Ready, and all authors repped by Freddy the Moose (who makes an appearance—because he never stole my cranberry juice).

Friends, readers, and supporters: The WHOLE of #Team-Root. YOU GUYS. SERIOUSLY.

Also, Joanna Boaz Nash, Jessica Katina, Amelia Moore, Carol Schmid, Sally Peterson, Laine and Brian Bennett, Kim Pauley, Karen Gudgen, Tammy Jones, Tracy and Phillip Dishner. Dishner. That’s DISHNER.

Bloggers, including but not limited to: Mundie Moms, Twilight Lexicon, Novel Novice, YA Sisterhood, Twilight Face-book, MTV Hollywood Crush, VH1’s Fab Life, Amanda from Book Love 101, Young Adult Books Central, and Sabrina Rojas Weiss (who took the chance that helped change everything).

The first teenage readers to send me e-mails and make me feel like a REAL!LIVE!AUTHOR!: Julie Daly and Harmony Beaufort.

Teachers I missed last time: Mrs. Ruth Ann Street, Dr. Gerald Wood, and Dr. Robert Turner. One or two of you might find a part of yourselves in here. And, um, sorry about that. It’s not because I don’t love you! Swear.

Sandra Ballard, again, for telling me I could write when all I needed was permission.

To my family, who means everything. Wayne and Martha Simmons, Keith and Deborrah McEntire, Elton and Mandy McEntire, and my new nephew, Carter, who has all the hope in the world in his eyes.

To Ethan, who still feeds me and the boys when I forget to, and to Andrew and Charlie, who will one day (hopefully) understand why their mama walks around with her brains leaking out of her ears.

And finally, to my grandmother, Doris, who was brave enough to take a ten-year-old to Memphis on a plane, and to my godmother, Carol, who didn’t hesitate to pull a perfectly good dollhouse out of the garbage so we could have our way with our imaginations that week, and who didn’t get mad at all when I dropped my plastic jelly slipper off the paddle boat at Mud Island.