by Lauren Kate
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Lilith dipped deftly to the left of Luces sword, spun around, then came back from below with her own, clashing against Luces. The two blades slid against each other until they reached a midpoint, then held. Luce had to put all her strength into stopping Liliths foil with the pressure of her own. Her arms were shaking, but she was surprised to nd she could hold Lilith back in this position. At last Lilith broke away and backed o . Luce watched her dip and spin a few times, and began to gure her out.
Lilith was a grunter, making tons of e ort- lled noise. It was a bit of misdirection. She would make a huge noise and feint in one direction, then whip the point of her foil around in a high, tight arc to try to get past Luces defenses.
So Luce tried the same move. When she swung the tip of her sword back around to get her rst point, just south of Liliths heart, the girl let out a deafening roar.
Luce winced and backed away. She didnt think shed even touched Lilith very hard. "Are you okay?" she called out, about to lift her mask.
"Shes not hurt," Francesca answered for Lilith. A smile parted her lips. "Shes angry that youre beating her. "
Luce didnt have time to wonder what it meant that Francesca seemed suddenly to be enjoying herself, because Lilith was barreling toward her once again, sword poised. Luce raised her sword to meet Liliths, turning her wrist to clash three times before they disengaged.
Luces pulse was racing and she felt good. She sensed an energy coursing through her that she hadnt felt in a long time. She was actually good at this, almost as good as Lilith, who looked like shed been bred to skewer people with sharp things. Luce, who had never even picked up a sword, realized she actually had a chance to win. Just one more point.
She could hear the other students cheering, some even calling out her name. She could hear Miles, and she thought she could hear Shelby, which really egged her on. But the sound of their voices was woven through with something else. Something staticky and too loud. Lilith fought as
ercely as ever, but suddenly Luce was having a hard time concentrating. She backed up and blinked, looking into the sky. The sun was obscured by the overhanging trees--but that wasnt all. A growing eet of shadows was stretching forth from the branches, like ink stains extending right above Luces head.
No--not now, not in public with everyone watching, and not when it might cost her this match. Yet no one else even noticed them, which seemed impossible. They were making so much noise it was impossible for Luce to do anything but cover her ears and try to block them out. She raised her hands to her ears, which made her sword tip skyward, confusing Lilith.
"Dont let her freak you out, Luce. Shes toxic!" Dawn chirped from the bench.
"Use the prise de fer!" Shelby called. "Lilith sucks at the prise de fer. Correction: Lilith sucks at everything, but especially the prise de fer. "
So many voices--more, it seemed, than there were people on the deck. Luce winced, trying to block it all out. But one voice separated from the crowd, as though it were whispering into her ear from just behind her head. Steven:
"Screen out the noise, Luce. Find the message. "
She whipped her head around, but he was on the other side of the deck, looking toward the trees. Was he talking about the other Nephilim? All the noise and chatter they were making? She glanced at their faces, but they werent even talking. So who was? For the briefest moment, she caught Stevens eyes, and he lifted his chin toward the sky. As if he were gesturing at the shadows.
In the trees above her head. The announcers were speaking.
And she could hear them. Had they been speaking all along?
Latin, Russian, Japanese. English with a southern accent. Broken French. Whispers, singing, bad directions, lines of rhyming verse. And one long bloodcurdling scream for help. She shook her head, still holding Liliths sword at bay, and the voices overhead stayed with her. She looked at Steven, then Francesca. They showed no signs, but she knew they heard it. And she knew they knew she was listening too.
For the message behind the noise.
All her life shed heard the same noise when the shadows came--whooshing, ugly, wet noise. But now it was di erent. . . .
Clash.
Liliths sword collided with Luces. The girl was snorting like an angry bull. Luce could hear her own breath inside the mask, panting as she tried to hold Liliths sword. Then she could hear so much more among all the voices. Suddenly she could focus on them. Finding the balance just meant separating the static from the signi cant stu . But how?
Il faut faire le coup double. Apr?s ca, cest facile a gagner, one of the Announcers whispered in French.
Luce had just two years of high school French to go on, but the words touched her somewhere deeper than her brain. It wasnt just her head understanding the message. Somehow her body knew it too. It seeped into her, right down to the bone, and she remembered: Shed been in a place like this before, in a sword ght like this, a stando like this.
The Announcer was recommending the double cross, a complicated fencing move in which two separate attacks came one right after the other.
Her sword slid down her opponents and the two of them broke away. A moment sooner than Lilith, Luce lunged forward in one clean intuitive motion, thrusting her sword point right, then left, then ush against the side of Liliths rib cage. The Nephilim cheered, but Luce didnt stop. She disengaged, then came straight back a second time, plunging the tip of her foil into the padding near Liliths gut.
That was three.
Lilith dashed her sword to the deck, tore o her mask, and gave Luce a terrifying scowl before making quickly for the locker room. The rest of the class was on their feet, and Luce could feel her classmates surrounding her. Dawn and Jasmine hugged her from both sides, giving dainty little squeezes. Shelby came forward next for a high ve, and Luce could see Miles waiting patiently behind her. When it was his turn, he surprised her, swooping her o the deck and into a long, tight hug.
She hugged him back, remembering how awkward shed felt earlier when shed gone to him after his match, only to nd that Dawn had gotten to him rst. Now she was just glad to have him, glad of his easy and honest support.
"I want fencing lessons from you," he said, laughing.
In his arms, Luce looked up at the sky, at the shadows lengthening from the long branches. Their voices were softer now, less distinct, but still clearer than theyd ever been before, like a static- lled radio shed been listening to for years that had nally been tuned in. She couldnt tell whether she was supposed to be grateful or afraid.
Chapter Eleven
EIGHT DAYS
"Hold on. " Callies voice boomed across the line. "Let me pinch myself to make sure Im not--"
"Youre not dreaming," Luce said into her borrowed cell phone. Reception was spotty from her position at the edge of the woods, but Callies sarcasm came through loud and clear. "Its really me. Im sorry Ive been such a crap friend. "
It was Thursday after dinner, and Luce was leaning up against the stout trunk of a redwood tree behind her dorm. To her left was a rolling hill and then the cli , and beyond that, the ocean. There was still a little amber light in the sky over the water. Her new friends would all be in the lodge making smores, telling demon stories around the hearth. It was a Dawn-and-Jasmine social event, part of the Nephilim Nights Luce was supposed to have helped organize, but all shed really done was request a few bags of marshmallows and some dark chocolate from the mess hall.
And then shed escaped out to the shadowy fringe of the woods to avoid everyone at Shoreline and reconnect with a few other important things:
Her parents. Callie. And the Announcers.
Shed waited until tonight to call home. Thursdays chez Price meant her mom would be out playing mahjongg at the neighbors and her dad would have gone to the local movie theater to watch the Atlanta opera on simulcast. She could handle their voices on the ten-plus-year-old answering machine message, could manage to leave a thirty-second voice mail saying she was
petitioning hard for Mr. Cole to let her o campus for Thanksgiving--and that she loved them very much.
Callie wasnt going to let her o so easy.
"I thought you could only call on Wednesdays," Callie was saying now. Luce had forgotten the strict telephone policy at Sword & Cross. "At rst I stopped making plans on Wednesdays, waiting for your call," Callie went on. "But after a while, I kinda gave up. How did you get a cell phone, anyway?"
"Thats it?" Luce asked. "How did I get a cell phone? Youre not mad at me?"
Callie let out a long sigh. "You know, I thought about being mad. I even practiced this whole ght in my mind. But then we both lose. " She paused. "And the thing is, I just miss you, Luce. So I gured, why waste time?"
"Thank you," Luce whispered, close to tears--happy ones. "So, whats been going on with you?"
"Unh-unh. Im in charge of this conversation. Thats your punishment for dropping o my radar. And what I want to know is: Whats going on with that guy? I think his name started with a C?"
"Cam. " Luce groaned. Cam was the last guy shed told Callie about? "He didnt turn out to be . . . the kind of guy I thought he was. " She paused for a moment. "Im seeing someone else now, and things are really . . . " She thought of Daniels glowing face, the way it had darkened so quickly during their last meeting outside her window.
Then she thought of Miles. Warm, dependable, charmingly no-drama Miles, whod invited her home to his familys house for Thanksgiving. Who ordered pickles on his hamburgers at the mess hall now even though he didnt like them--just so he could pick them o and give them to Luce. Who tilted his head up when he laughed so that she could see the sparkle in his Dodgers-cap-shaded eyes.
"Things are good," she nally said. "Weve been hanging out a lot. "
"Ooh, bouncing around from one reform school boy to the next. Living the dream, arent you? But this one sounds serious, I can hear it in your voice. Are you going to do Thanksgiving together? Bring him home to face the wrath of Harry? Hah!"
"Um . . . yeah, probably," Luce mumbled. She wasnt totally sure whether shed been talking about Daniel or Miles.
"My parents are insisting on some big family reunion in Detroit that weekend," Callie said, "which I am boycotting. I wanted to come visit, but I
gured youd be locked up in reformville. " She paused, and Luce could picture her curled up on her bed in her dorm room at Dover. It seemed like a lifetime ago since Luce had been at school there herself. So very much had changed. "If youll be home, though, and bringing reform school boy, try and stop me. "
"Okay, but Callie--"
Luce was interrupted by a squeal. "So its settled? Imagine: In one week well be curled up on your couch, catching up! Ill make my famous kettle corn to help us through the boring slide shows your dad will show. And your crazy poodle will be going berserk. . . . "
Luce had never actually been to Callies brownstone in Philadelphia, and Callie had never actually been to Luces house in Georgia. Theyd both only seen pictures. A visit from Callie sounded so perfect, so exactly what Luce needed right now. It also sounded utterly impossible.
"Ill look up ights right now. "
"Callie--"