Free Beautiful Chaos by Kami García, Margaret Stohl Page A

time we have to figure that out. I’ve never seen readings like these. I hate to say it—but it’s like the moon is about to come crashing down on Gatlin.”
    Macon stood, clasping a heavy hand on her shoulder. I’d felt that pressure—a part of me could feel it now. “Never be afraid to speak the truth, Miss Durand. We’re a little past the point of pleasantries. We must simply press on. It’s all we can do.”
    She straightened under his hand. “I’m not sure I know the protocol when facing the potential annihilation of the Mortal world.”
    “I believe, dear girl, that’s entirely the point.”
    “What?”
    “Look at the facts. It appears that since the Claiming the Mortal world has been altered. Or, as you said yourself, the sky is falling. Hell on Earth, our charming Mrs. Lincoln might say. And the Caster world has been presented with a new species of Caster-Incubus we’ve never seen before. An Adam of sorts. Whatever purpose the hybrid boy serves, it’s not an accident. The timing is too perfect. It’s all part of a grand design—or, considering Abraham is undoubtedly involved, a grandiose design.”
    Lena looked pale, and I grabbed her arm, propping her up next to me.
    Let’s go.
    She held her finger to her lips.
    He’s the Adam?
    L—
    Ethan. If he’s the Adam…
    Liv stared at Macon, her eyes wide. “You think Abraham somehow
engineered
this?”
    Macon scoffed. “Hunting certainly doesn’t have the intellectfor this sort of endeavor, and Sarafine alone doesn’t have the power. The boy, however indeterminate his origin, is Lena’s age? A little older?”
    I don’t want to be the Eve.
    You’re not.
    You don’t know that, Ethan. I think I am.
    You’re not, L.
    I pulled her into my arms, and I could feel the heat of her cheek through the thin cotton of my shirt.
    I think I was supposed to be.
    Macon continued, but he seemed farther and farther away with every word. “Unless John Breed was pulled out of some other realm, he evolved here in the Mortal or Caster world. Which necessitates more than a decade and a half of ruthless cunning, at which Abraham excels.” Macon fell silent.
    “Are you saying John was born in a Caster laboratory? Like some kind of supernatural test-tube baby?”
    “In broad terms, yes. Perhaps not so much born as
bred
, one assumes. Which would explain why he is so important to Abraham.” Macon paused. “That sort of dull wit I would expect from my brother, not Abraham. I’m disappointed.”
    “John
Breed
,” Liv said slowly. “Oh my God. It was right there in front of us, all along.” Liv sunk onto the ottoman across from Macon’s desk.
    I held Lena tighter. When her thoughts came, they were a whisper.
    It’s sick. He’s sick.
    I didn’t know if she meant John or Abraham, but it didn’t matter. She was right. It was all sick.
    Abraham’s gone, L.
    Even as I thought the words, I knew I was lying. John might have been gone, but Abraham wasn’t.
    “So we’re left with two questions, Miss Durand. How and, more important, why?”
    “If John Breed is gone, it doesn’t matter.” Liv’s face was pale, and it occurred to me that she looked as exhausted as Macon did.
    “Is he? I’m not entirely willing to make assumptions without a body.”
    “Shouldn’t we turn our research to the more pressing issues—the infestations, the climate change? How to stop these plagues that Lena’s Seventeenth Moon seems to have brought on the Mortal world?”
    Macon leaned forward in his chair. “Olivia, do you have any idea how old this library is?”
    She shook her head doubtfully.
    “Do you know how old any of the Caster libraries are? Across the pond and beyond? In London? Prague? Madrid? Istanbul? Cairo?”
    “No. I suppose not.”
    “In any of these libraries, many of which I’ve visited myself in the past few weeks, do you imagine there is one reference to how to restore the Order of Things?”
    “Of course. There has to be. This must have happened at