said.
Tyler looked frantically around the room. âDoes that mean the urn of Hope is in this room? I told you, Jax, I donât want to see it!â My heart began to pound. I didnât want to see it either.
âIt canât be that close,â Jax said. âI donât feel anything.â
âWell, I feel something!â Herman Hofstedder bellowed as he woke up. âI feel hungry. But I donât want no cruddy meat loaf again. It gave me terrible gas.â He pounded his fists on his wheelchair. âIf you donât let me outta this room, Iâm gonnaââ
âOkay, fine,â Jax grumbled. She opened the door, looked into the hall to make sure no one was watching, then wheeled Mr. Hofstedder outside.
âBye,â I told him with a wave. âHave a nice day.â
âSo far itâs been a real thrill ride,â he grumbled.
As soon as the door closed, Jax, Tyler, and I gathered around our great-auntâs bed. âWhere is it?â Jax asked. âWhere is the urn of Hope?â
âI canât remember. I canât . . . oh yes.â Juniper pointed a shaky finger at the window. âI gave it to someone.â
âGave it to someone?â
Her hand fell back onto the bed and her eyes closed. âDonât worry. We can trust her. She came from the Realm of the Gods.â
âThatâs not possible,â I said. But even as I said it, I knew that phrase didnât have as much weight as it used to.
My nose started to tingle.
12
Jax
G reat-Aunt Juniperâs brain was all mixed up.
Iâd felt like that before. Once, when I was little, I got so sick that I had a fever of 103. Mom said I started talking about unicornsâI thought one was standing in the middle of the living room! I remember how confused Iâd felt, until my fever broke.
It was hard to see Juniper like this. I remembered all the photos in her apartment, of her adventures trekking across the globe in search of artifacts and treasures. Sheâd been strong and independent. Now she was lying in a bed with metal bars. I felt bad because Iâd thought she was faking the stroke.
âDid you say the Realm of the Gods ?â I asked.
âYes.â Her eyelids fluttered.
âCyclopsville takes place in the Realm of the Gods,â Tyler said. Then he shrugged. âIâm just pointing that out.â
Ethan stopped pinching his nose. âFalse alarm,â he explained.
âI donât understand,â I said to Juniper. I tried to keep my voice calm, so I wouldnât upset her. âAre you telling us that the urn of Hope was here with you, in this room?â
âYes.â Her voice was beginning to drift. âDonât worry. I sealed it with wax. At least, I think I did.â She frowned, crease lines forming along her cheeks. âI told everyone that it contained my husbandâs ashes. I donât remember having a husband. Did I have a husband?â
âSearch,â I said. We opened all the drawers. There were some clothesâa pair of khaki pants, a red bandana, some hiking boots, a leather bag that was empty. We looked under the bed, in the closet, but found no dreaded Greek urn. Tyler exhaled with relief but I didnât. I grabbed Juniperâs hand to get her attention. âGreat-Aunt Juniper? I know itâs hard to remember but please try. Are you sure you gave the urn of Hope to someone?â
She nodded weakly.
âThat means itâs not here,â Tyler said. âFine by me!â
Panic began to swirl in my stomach, like a cyclone. âBut . . . why?â
âShe said sheâd take it home.â Juniper closed her eyes. âIâm getting so sleepy.â
âPlease donât fall asleep,â I begged, shaking her arm. âYou gave it to a girl? What did she look like? Whereâs home?â
âWith the gods.â
âThatâs not possible,â