Destined (17 page)

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While I ate breakfast, Alexa peppered me with questions. Mostly I answered absentmindedly. Alexa was just trying to make polite conversation but none of her questions interested me. I looked out over the palace gardens and sucked the honeydew juice from my fingers.

“Psyche?” she asked tentatively.

Here it comes,
I thought.
Now she’s going to ask me something more personal.

“What was it like being famous?”

How to answer that question? I laid my head against the back of the couch and thought. I liked my visits with Aphrodite — now that was fun — while it lasted. But the rest of it …

“It was okay, I guess. I didn’t love it or anything.”

“Why?” Alexa asked with a note of disbelief. “Wasn’t it amazing to get all those gifts and have people want to meet you — want to
be
you?”

“Maybe at first. But I ended up getting tired of it. I just wanted to be normal again after awhile.”

“Is that why your mom wanted you to get married? So you could get back to a normal life?”

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and hugged it to my chest. Thinking about my mother, and never seeing her again, cut a little deep. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Alexa answered. “Want to tell me about your sister?”

“No. Something else.” Not only would I never see Chara again, she’d probably hate me forever too. Might as well just cue the waterworks now.

“At least you only have one sister,” Alexa said. “I have a bunch and most of them don’t even know my name.”

“What?” I hadn’t given much thought to what Alexa was, other than invisible, and I certainly hadn’t pictured her with sisters. But how could your own sisters not know your name? “Why not?”

“Because there’s fifty of us. And I’m third from the youngest, which means I’m as good as invisible at home too.”

“Fifty? No one has fifty sisters.” The pillow fell away from my chest as I sat up in surprise.

“Not for a nymph. Nymphs have that many kids all the time. I mean, my great grandmother was one of three thousand.”

“Ah!” I gasped. “You’re an Oceanid.” The Oceanids were the only sisters I’d ever heard of who numbered three thousand.

“Not me, no,” Alexa said. “My great grandmother was one of the Oceanids though. I’m just a descendant.”

“So you’re a nymph…” I pondered that knowledge for a minute, trying to draw on what little I knew about them. “What else can you do besides stay invisible?”

She sighed. “Nothing. I’m pretty much as boring a nymph as you’ll ever meet.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re boring,” I told Alexa. “But if you don’t have any special powers, then why can’t I see you?”

“Because you’re human. Powers or not, humans can only see us if we want them to.”

“Really? Show yourself to me. Please!”

“I wish I could, Psyche, but I can’t.”

“Why? Is that another one of his rules?”

“Not hardly,” she answered.

“Well, why then?” I looked as imploringly as I could in the direction of my invisible friend.

“Have you ever heard of anything good happening to a human who sees a nymph?”

I had to think about it. I didn’t know much about nymphs actually. I’d heard of the Oceanids, of course, and I knew that most nymphs protected some sort of natural element, like a river or flower or something. Some gods also kept company with nymphs since they were a step above humans, but that’s pretty much where my memory bank ended.

“I don’t know,” I finally answered. “The way you asked the question though, I’m guessing not.”

“It’s just the natural order of things. Something bad might not happen right away, but it would. I’m just supposed to be invisible to you. If I let you see me, the bad luck would find you.”

She laid her hand on top of mine. “And I think you’ve had enough bad luck for one lifetime.”

I put my other hand on top of hers, wishing I could see it. But after my run-in with Aphrodite, I’d had enough bad luck for five lifetimes. If seeing her meant I’d have more of the same, then she would just have to stay invisible.

“You want to take a walk?” I asked her. “I haven’t seen the gardens yet.”

“Yes!” she cried, tugging me to my feet. “He knows how you love gardens and this one is amazing.”

With Alexa leading the way, we ran together down another long hallway and burst through a pair of wooden doors into the yard. Before us was an immaculate lawn, so expansive an entire race track could’ve easily been built in the space.

Beyond the lawn was a maze of hibiscus hedges blooming with flowers that ranged from yellow, to salmon, to garnet. Throughout the lawn and maze were bronze and marble statues. The one closest to me showed Helen and Paris of Troy. Paris had one arm wrapped around Helen’s waist and his other hand held an apple. Helen had her body turned toward Paris, with her arms wrapped lovingly around his neck.

As I looked around at more of the statues, they all appeared to be couples locked in some sort of embrace. That was definitely not typical.

“What’s with these statutes?” I asked. “I noticed the columns out front were couples too. That’s really odd.”

“What’s odd about it? They’re just couples.”

“Most sculptures
aren’t
couples, that’s what’s odd about it. And I’ve never seen a column carved like two people.”

“I guess he’s just been inspired by his love for you,” she replied.
 

“Aris made these himself?”
 

“Sure. I told you last night, he made all of this for you.”

I stopped in my tracks. “No, no, no. You told me that all of this had
been made
for me in the past two weeks. I mean, that right there is hard enough to believe. But you didn’t tell me
who
made it. Now you’re saying Aris did this all himself in under a month?”

“I’m sorry,” Alexa apologized. “I keep telling you too much, too fast.”

I took a calming breath so I wouldn’t lose it. “It’s okay. I’ll get used to it. Just, I don’t know … tell me to sit down or something before you blurt out something like that.”

Her light laugh danced through the gardens. “I’ll try to remember that.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down on a bench. We had walked to a circular portion of the garden maze. A towering fountain stood in the center of a pool. Like all the other displays in the garden, the fountain flowed from entwined figures. This particular couple was Perseus and Andromeda. They were standing on top of the now-crushed sea serpent that would’ve eaten her had Perseus not come along.
 

Just thinking of poor Andromeda made me shudder. “My mother never would’ve let me die for her. She would’ve taken my place up on that rock yesterday if she could’ve.” Thinking of her again brought back the threat of tears.

“But thank the gods she couldn’t.” Alexa gave me a little jab in the ribs with her elbow. “You never would’ve met your own personal Perseus.”

“I’m not sure you can compare harpy spawn to demi-gods, but okay.”

Alexa’s snicker tumbled out in rapid little spurts. “Harpy spawn is definitely one way of putting it.”

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Are you intentionally trying to make me fret?”

“No.” She rubbed my back in a few, quick strokes. “It’s just his mom is such a, well, harpy, that harpy spawn seems dead-on accurate.”

“Great,” I mumbled. “Hope
she
doesn’t show up next.”

“You and me both,” Alexa said, pulling me to my feet before leading me off down another path. We walked through roses and irises and a bunch of other flowers I couldn’t name. As we strolled, I turned my face up to the glow of the warm sunshine, inhaling the sweet, earthy smell all around me. I suddenly felt more alive than I had in ages and the reverie stopped me in my tracks.

How could I feel so content when I was here?

Gravel crunched as Alexa came back to my side. “You can always be this happy if you choose.”

Was she a mind reader too?

“I don’t — I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, ashamed for basking in the peace of a spring morning when I should still be trembling under the covers.

“I want you to be happy here.” She gave my fingers a light squeeze. “Happiness will always be your choice.”

I looked around at the brillance of the palace and gardens. And I thought about Aris, who’d seemed harmless enough under his cloak of darkness. Who was I to judge if he didn’t want me to see whatever harpy features he’d inherited. I could live with all that — for the simple reason that I was pretty sure I was actually going to live.
  

Just be happy.

It really didn’t seem like too much to ask.

Chapter 22 - Psyche

By bath that evening, I’d decided Alexa owed me some more answers.

“How’d
you
end up in this place?” I asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be guarding a flower or something?”

Alexa scrubbed my arms with a loofah. “I volunteered to come here. Nymphs who don’t have anything in nature to guard often end up keeping watch over youth. You’re young enough that you still qualify.”

“Geesh, no natural object to care for
and
you got stuck babysitting me. I’m sorry.”

“Trust me, I’m not missing anything. I spent a lot of time visiting my oldest sister who looks after daffodils. Her job is so boring.”

“Ok. So why here? How’d you end up volunteering in this palace?”

Alexa was quiet as she lathered up a wash cloth and began polishing my back. “I didn’t choose the place. I chose you,” she finally said.
 

I looked up at the spot I knew she was at and felt my eyes start to mist over. “You chose me? That’s the nicest thing—”

“Oh, don’t get all sappy about it. It just means you’re slightly more interesting than an inanimate object.”