There were more voices in the background, but none that I could understand. Then the call ended. As I put the phone on the table, the cogs in my brain started to turn. Three questions needed to be answered: One, the less important of the three, why had my dad chosen an ear-shattering sound as his ringtone? Two, what in Poseidon’s name was that call about? Three, who the heck were Hawke and Lincoln?

After the disturbing phone call it was difficult to go back to focusing on what was proving to be fruitless research. Still, I aimlessly clicked on a number of Nescient websites about Greek mythology that led nowhere in terms of finding any answers. As the laptop battery drained, so did my energy, depleting to zero.

Then a typo in an ad at the bottom of one of the Nescient web pages caught my attention. The ad read:

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It should have said fraction, but instead said faction. Was this another cruel joke of the gods, taunting me with the fact that I was never going to find any of the answers I needed?

But right next to that ad was another one; one that sparked a memory:

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Archive! During my odd encounter in the jail, the woman had mentioned something about taking a file from the archives. Maybe that was where we should be looking.

I reached for my phone to call Adrian.

“I told you, Montgomery, I couldn’t find Caitlin’s card.”

“Have you ever heard of the archives?” I blurted.

His voice changed from slightly impatient to now slightly confused. “What’s that?”

Aware that I couldn’t tell him about the woman from jail, I simply offered, “Oh, I thought maybe the Court would have a place to keep their important files or something. Like an archive maybe?”

“I’m sure they do. But why would I know anything about that?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was worth asking just in case.”

“Admit it. You just wanted an excuse to hear my voice.”

I didn’t have time for Adrian’s antics. “Good-bye, Adrian.” I abruptly ended our call.

What I needed was a long, luxurious bath with expensive bath salts and lots of bubbles.

There was something relaxing about sitting in the hot, bubbly water while listening to my favorite playlist on my phone. The crick in the back of my neck loosened as I stretched and let my eyes rest, listening to Jimin’s soulful voice singing in the background. The last song in my playlist came to an end, and there was peaceful silence afterward. My eyes fluttered open at the same time as my hands broke the water’s surface. Pruney fingers made me realize how long I had been in the water. I grabbed the side of the bathtub and pulled myself up. I stood naked, scanning the room for my towel.