Ruling Destiny by Alyson Noël

Author:Alyson Noël
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2023-03-06T02:46:11+00:00

37

The next two days race by in a blur of classes, library cram sessions, a final session with Dr. Lucy, and what feels like endless fittings for the clothes I’ll bring to Renaissance Italy. And with Braxton’s schedule being equally busy, we’ve barely had a chance to catch up.

So by the time I get to Halcyon, Gray Wolf’s version of a speakeasy, wearing a roaring twenties–style dress for Elodie’s party, Braxton’s the last person I’m expecting to see.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my heart kicking up a few beats as I watch him cross the room to meet me.

“I missed you,” he says. “So I arranged for some alone time, before everyone arrives.”

I squint in confusion. “But Elodie texted. She asked me to get here early, so…”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he says. And when he grins, I can’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort. I mean, while it was nice of Elodie to help Braxton arrange this, the idea of them plotting together makes me feel weird. Especially considering their history. Not to mention my own complicated history with her.

“You make an amazing flapper,” he says, giving me an appreciative once-over.

“And you make a really great Gatsby.” I gesture toward his white flannel suit. “Maybe we can visit the roaring twenties together someday?” I smile at the thought.

“At the moment,” Braxton says, “I’m far more interested in this timeline, in this”—he makes a wide sweep of his arm—“very odd space.”

It’s a fever dream of a room. Decorated with strange and random objects Trippers have brought back from various times. There’s a death mask said to be cast from the face of Dante Alighieri, a battle-torn Viking shield, and of course, the creepy jewel-encrusted skeleton in the glass case that, according to Elodie, is one of Braxton’s more illustrious finds.

I jab a thumb toward the piece. “Rumor has it that’s one of your donations.”

Braxton laughs. “Why would you ever believe such a thing?”

“Maybe it’s your taste for the macabre, or at least when it comes to art.”

“Only when it comes to art.” He hooks my arm in his and leads me toward the dance floor that, with a brisk wave of his hand, transforms into a blanket of fluffy white hologram clouds as the ceiling glimmers and glows like the sun.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt the warmth of the sun,” I say, but then I do. It was just after Braxton bailed me out of jail. I was standing on the sidewalk, feeling warm, free, and completely ignorant of everything soon to come.

Being from California, it’s weird how I don’t miss the sun nearly as much as I would’ve thought. But what’s even weirder is how easily I’ve let go of pretty much everything else.

The music swells through the room, pulling me away from my thoughts as Braxton circles an arm at my waist. “Do you recognize it?” His eyes fix on mine as the two of us swirl through a hologram sky.

“It’s an

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