Page 4 of Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes

Privately, Aru thought,Ooh, intriguing. Out loud, she said, “How isthatsupposed to convince me?”

“It won’t,” Kara admitted with a sigh. “You don’t have any reason to trust me. But…I’m your best hope of getting out of here, Aru Shah. So will you take a chance on that or not?”

Aru frowned.

“If it helps, I don’t actually have a bear shirt?” said Kara.

Aru wanted to grin, but she forced it back. Part of her couldn’t fight the instinct totrustKara. There was something about her that really did remind Aru of her sisters.

What if she’s lying?whispered another voice in Aru’s head.She wouldn’t be the first to betray you.

But what if she wasn’t? What if, by leaving Kara behind, Aru ended up putting the Otherworld in even greater danger? No, she couldn’t have that on her conscience. If Kara tried anything, she’d have Brynne, Mini, Aiden, Nikita, Sheela, andAru herselfto answer to. Besides, how else was she going to escape?

Aru took a deep breath. “All right, fine. You can come. Now get us out of here.”

Kara dragged her finger along one of her many bookshelves. Aru scanned the titles—some were familiar and some weren’t. There was a collection of Grimms’ fairy tales, three whole shelves dedicated to the Amar Chitra Katha comics that Aru loved to read, and nearby, she saw a novel she didn’t recognize calledSal and Gabi Break the Universe.

“Is this one of those libraries where you pull out a book and a hidden passageway opens?” asked Aru, feeling mildly jealous. If she ever got to make her own villain lair, it woulddefinitelyhave a secret book doorknob.

“Maybe?” said Kara.

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Well, um, I haven’t exactly done this before. In theory, the portal only opens for Dad, but lately I’ve been trying to watch how he does it…. It should work for us, too, if I can just find the right book. It’s always the same one, but he never lets me see the title, and I think he puts it back in different places. When he grabs hold of it, a door opens, and he can step through to anywhere he wants to go in the world,” said Kara. “Dad’s really proud of the portal. Not even thedevasknow that it’s here.”

“But you don’t knowwhichbook? So we could be stuck here! Which—Wait, where exactly ishere?”

“I dunno,” said Kara. “He’s never told me. Every now and then he takes me out in the world, but he usually chooses remote places. Except a couple of months ago, he took me to a pastry shop in Paris for my birthday! It was so beautiful there. I ate the most amazing pink macaron—it was rose-flavored.” Kara smiled to herself. “Dad likes the pistachio ones best.”

Dad likes the pistachio ones best.

Aru felt those words like a knife slash. All she knew about the Sleeper were the memories he’d sacrificed. She didn’t know anything about the kind of music he liked or books he read. He may have told Kara that Aru was his daughter, but he’d never been Aru’s dad. It made her wonder what kind of father he would’ve been. Would he have taken her on trips, too? Would he have been the kind of dad who always snuck her ice cream, even when she was in trouble?

Aru almost asked for more details, but she stopped herself. What difference did it make? She pitied the Sleeper, but he was still her enemy. Imagining who he might’ve been was pointless and painful. Besides, if Kara was telling the truth, then he had betrayed Aru’s mom, and so even the man he might’ve been wasn’t that great.

“I’m sorry,” said Kara. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Aru was jolted.

“I know you see him…differently,” said Kara. “And, I mean, it’s not like I know him as well as I thought, either. But—”

“It’s fine,” said Aru roughly. “Just tell me what to do.”

Kara pointed at five shelves at the same level. “Mind going through these? The room will change when you pull out the right book.”

“Yeah,” muttered Aru. “Maybe I’ll find a how-to on being a liar and a cheat.”

Kara ignored the comment and they worked in silence. Together, they pulled out book after book and set them on top of a growing stack on the ground. Aru could stand silence…but curiosity? Way harder.

“So…what else do you know about me?” asked Aru.

“Oh, um…” Kara blushed. “Not a ton? Well, no, that’s…That’s a lie. When Dad brought you here, he showed me his memories of you…and also, some of what his army’s surveillance had picked up?”

Aru’s jaw dropped. “He’s been spying on me?”

“Yes?” said Kara, grimacing. “But not to hurt you! He said he just wanted to watch you grow up. I saw the outside of the museum where you live—I like that red tree out front, by the way—and your school—the mascot is kinda weird, though—and I know you really like Swedish Fish, and I’ve seen you with the other Pandavas, and they seem really nice, and I hope they like me and—”

“Kara?”