The Demon's Surrender

by Sarah Rees Brennan

  He turned.

  “What are you doing here, Alan?” Sin asked softly.

  Alan pushed the hood back, curly hair ruffled and looking almost black in the dim lights.

  “Rescuing you?” he suggested with a small wry smile.

  “I appreciate the thought,” Sin said, smiling back.

  “I’m lying,” Alan told her.

  Sin raised her eyebrows. “I’m shocked.”

  “I came to bring you these,” said Alan. He drew out two long knives, one in each hand. “I know candy and flowers are traditional, but…”

  “I’ll call them candy and flowers,” Sin said. She took one in her right hand; it was a beautiful weight. “This one’s Candy.”

  “Nick sent me a text message saying they’ve got Lydie in a cabin away from the main living quarters, the first door across the deck.”

  “Nick,” Sin said, tensing. “Alan, do you know—”

  Over Alan’s shoulder she saw a flicker of movement, and the magician at the door, backing away. There was no time to think, so she didn’t. She already had the knife in her hand.

  Sin threw. The magician caught her knife in the throat and crumpled.

  She and Alan went toward the door and stood together at the foot of the stairs. Sin bent and pulled her new knife out of the body. Alan picked the end of his cloak up from the floor and offered it to her. Sin accepted the swathe of material and cleaned the blade carefully.

  “Nice cloak. Where’d you get it?”

  “There was a magician in this stylish thing,” Alan said. “And now he’s in the river. I imagine he could use some company.”

  Sin nodded. “You dump the body. I’ll get Lydie.”

  “Meet you on the deck?”

  He stood in the doorway, regarding the body with serious attention. He spoke casually, his mind obviously already on getting rid of the magician, trusting her to do her part.

  She knew where Lydie was. She couldn’t wait to go get her.

  She did pause for a moment before she headed up the stairs. She rested her hands against Alan’s shoulders, met his eyes steadily, and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Thanks for coming,” she said.

  Then she ran up the stairs to find her sister.

  Sin just kept going up, chasing through corridors and up stairs, until she opened a door and found herself on the deck. The wash of cool night air was sweet on her face, the lights of the city bright against the deep, dark blue of the sky.

  Across the deck a door swung open. Jamie emerged, holding Lydie’s hand. Lydie was stumbling and obviously scared, her fair hair tossing in the wind.

  Sin threw one of her knives at Jamie. The magician lifted his free hand and the knife went clattering onto the deck, as if some invisible fist had struck it down in midflight.

  Jamie thrust Lydie in front of himself. His unearthly eyes blazed over her little sister’s head.

  Sin did not throw her other knife. She advanced on Jamie, shaking the chain out from around her right wrist. The end of the chain hit the deck with a rattle.

  “Wait,” Jamie said.

  “No,” Sin told him, and lunged. The chain spun through the air and Jamie dodged backward: It only caught him a glancing blow on the head.

  Jamie gasped aloud, the sound trembling with pain, and Sin whirled to hit him again before he could retaliate.

  The invisible hand of magic caught her chain and held it suspended in midair, like a curtain between them.

  “Stop,” Jamie said, his voice still shaky. “Now.”

  Sin was very close. She could duck under the hanging chain and stab him. She moved fast enough that she was pretty sure his magic wouldn’t stop her in time.

  But he’d used his magic to stop the chain, not hit out at her.

  “Why should I?” she snapped.

  “I fought for the Market once.”

  “And now you’re part of the Aventurine Circle, and you treat one of our allies like a dog.”

  Jamie flinched at the reference to Nick, and Sin followed up on that advantage.

  “He told me you were his friend,” she said, moving forward. He stepped back, but she saw his fingers tighten on Lydie’s shoulder, and that only made her more furious. “And you’re using him as a power source.”

  “What else do you want me to do?”

  “Uh,” Sin suggested, “not use him?”

  “I haven’t taken the Aventurine Circle sigil, which lets you get the stored power from their circle of stones. Gerald has a new mark that allows all the magicians to exchange power between them, and I haven’t taken that either. Using Nick was absolutely the only way I could avoid taking the marks. Having him, and more power than anyone else, is the only reason they let me stay.”

  “And why do you want to stay?” Sin inquired.

  Jamie looked down at Lydie’s head. “To help.”

  “Forgive me if I think you might have another motive,” Sin said. “I can see you’re brimful of magic right now. Everyone at the Market knows how magicians kill more, the longer they’re in a circle. The appetite grows by what it feeds on—the craving gets worse and worse. If you were safe, if the circles were gone, would you give up all the magic the demon gives you? Could you give it up?”

  Jamie kept looking at Lydie, and not into Sin’s eyes, but he did answer her.

  Low and soft, he said: “No.”

  At least he sounded ashamed.

  “So you’d rather enslave a friend than give up power,” said Sin. “And you expect me to believe you want to help?”

  “I came and sat down beside you with a magic knife in the pocket nearest to you,” Jamie said. “Either I want to help you, or I’m kind of dumb.”

  Sin hesitated. “I don’t know you that well. You could be all kinds of dumb. What I know for sure about you is that you’re a magician. Power runs through your veins, more essential than blood. You can’t tell me you could give it up.”

  “No,” Jamie answered, his voice stronger this time. “I can’t.”

  “Nick trusted you, and you’re using him,” Sin said. “Maybe you hate the other magicians. But power obviously comes first with you. So I can’t trust you.”

  “That’s true,” Jamie said. “But you can pick up your knife. I hope you will take that as the goodwill gesture it is, and not the chance to chop my head off, which… it also is.”

  Sin walked across the deck to her other knife. She scooped it up in one movement and wheeled back around to Jamie.

  With both knives in her hands she felt calm again, the sound of them slicing air like a lullaby in the dark. She held her arms crossed, poised to kill anything that hurt her family.

  She allowed herself to look at Lydie.

  Lydie was being brave, taking short, panting breaths but not crying. She stared at Sin silently, her eyes huge, and Sin nodded at her and saw she was being held quite gently, and quite far away from Jamie. As if she was a peace offering, and not a shield.

  Sin tucked one of her knives into the belt of her jeans, so she had one hand free.

  “I’ll give you your magic knife for my sister.”

  “Done,” said Jamie. He took his hands off Lydie’s shoulders and flung them up to catch the knife Sin hurled, at the same second Lydie threw herself at Sin.

  Sin checked Lydie’s rush and pushed her sister behind her. “Stay calm,” she said. “I’ve got you.”

  She kept her gaze steady on Jamie, who was holding the knife tight in one hand without opening it.

  “Thank you,” Jamie said. “It’s my lucky charm. I don’t mean that in a serial killer way.”

  “You have a lucky knife, but you don’t mean that in a serial killer way?”

  “That’s right,” said Jamie, with a little smile. “I’m harmless, I promise.”

  She didn’t believe he was harmless for a second.

  Since she had got to know Alan better, she had been thinking about different sorts of acts.

  This boy, with his hunched-in shoulders, h
is flood of so many words it was hard to pay attention to any of them, he was camouflaging himself.

  Since he’d been living a normal life while secretly a magician up until a couple of months ago, camouflaging himself must be second nature to him.

  “Whose side are you on?” Sin asked directly.

  “My own,” Jamie said. “And my sister’s. I promised her I would help you.”

  “And how do you intend to help me?”

  Jamie grinned at her. “Like this,” he said, and made a sweeping gesture.

  The whole boat rocked with the wave that went shuddering through the river.

  “Jamie, you might want to think about taking it down a notch,” Alan said. Sin saw him from the corner of her eye, gripping the door frame so he didn’t fall down.

  “Everyone’s a critic,” Jamie muttered. He repeated the gesture, this time in miniature.

  The river moved, nudging the boat gently but inexorably toward one of the riverside walls. There was a flight of shallow, slimy stone steps set in the wall. They were the most beautiful things Sin had ever seen.

  Jamie’s forehead was creased with concentration, his hands moving in short, careful gestures as if he was embroidering some priceless silk.

  The boat edged forward, and forward, and then finally reached the steps. There was a small crunching sound as the boat rocked against them.

  “I’ll hold it,” Jamie said. “You can go.”

  Sin ran forward to the rail of the deck, Lydie’s feet pounding beside hers. She heard Alan limping after them.

  She heard Celeste Drake’s voice from the doorway Alan had just left.

  “Leaving so soon?”

  Sin spun and threw her knife. Or she meant to. It did not even leave her hand, staying rigidly in place as if she had stuck it in a block of ice rather than throwing it through the air.

  There were three men behind Celeste, Sin saw, and then recounted. There was one man she didn’t know, and there was Seb, who might or might not be on Celeste’s side, and shoving viciously past them both was Nick.

  “Come here,” Jamie commanded, beckoning.

  “I am trying,” Nick snarled, and the magician Sin didn’t know went for Nick with his hands full of black light.

  “Hey!” said Jamie, and made a gesture that sent the man reeling back a step. Nick closed in on him hungrily.

  Celeste snapped a look over at Seb, who shrank back, then at Sin with her knives and Alan with his gun out. She had both her hands raised, palm up. On anyone but a magician, the gesture would have looked like surrender.

  On a magician, it was a threat.

  “Go ahead,” Celeste said. “Shoot me. Stab me. If you’re both quite sure I won’t have time to hit that child before you do.”

  Sin did not look away from Celeste’s hands. She could not afford to.

  Now they had turned, Lydie was in front of her, pressing with the urgency of terror against her legs. Sin saw Celeste’s eyes narrow, measuring the distance between them.

  In a far-off way, she noted the sounds of Jamie and Nick fighting the magician. There was the sound of a sky turning savage above them, a grumble rising too fast into a snarl.

  Nobody could use magic in the Aventurine Circle’s territory but them. Except that Jamie was part of the Circle, and Nick was Jamie’s.

  Despite this, Sin knew that Celeste, and the man fighting Nick and Jamie, were both wearing the magician’s mark Gerald had invented, the one that let magicians channel the power of all the magicians in their Circle who wore the mark. And Celeste would have been formidable on her own.

  Sin felt Alan tense beside her. They both knew a shot was their best chance, but if Celeste was enchanted to withstand a shot, there would not be any other chances.

  There was a short, sharp crack.

  Celeste staggered forward. Sin seized the moment to grab Lydie and shove her over the side, onto the steps. Lydie’s hand closed on the chain round Sin’s wrist for a moment, clinging.

  “Lydie, go!” Sin yelled, and twisted back around.

  In the doorway stood Mae, holding a gun in both hands. She was wavering slightly in her high, high heels.

  Celeste Drake had not been enchanted to withstand gunshots.

  She lay sprawled on the deck. The gauze of her long dress fluttered in the rising wind, a pure white shroud with a dark red stain marring it at the center.

  The storm rose so fast it was like an eclipse. For a moment Sin could not see, but she stumbled forward anyway, fumbling in the dark. She went down on her hands and knees on the deck where she guessed Celeste’s body lay.

  Lightning flashed. Mae was looking down at Sin, her face all shadows and pallor, as if she instead of Celeste had died and become a ghost.

  Sin’s gaze dropped to Celeste, to the hollow of her throat where the falling rain had already begun to pool. Her throat was bare. The pearl was gone.

  Mae had won, then.

  “C’mon,” Nick said, his own opponent dead behind him. He gave Mae a solid push, and she almost stumbled and fell onto Celeste’s body. Nick dragged her past Sin and Celeste to the side of the boat, then let go of her so he could help Alan over.

  Mae tried to climb over after him by herself and started cursing.

  “Stupid dress, stupid shoes—”

  “You’re stupid,” said Nick, and scooped her up bodily in his arms. He held her over the rail and Alan grabbed her hands and pulled her onto the steps to safety. “Now you,” Nick said.

  Jamie leaned against the ship rail. “No.”

  “Oh my God, you’re both stupid,” Nick snarled. “Do you want to die? Because if you stay, you will.”

  Alan limped to the top of the steps as fast as he could and Sin saw Lydie, a tiny figure against the dark-torn sky, come rushing to him.

  That was what snapped Sin out of her paralysis. Too late.

  She had scarcely uncurled from beside Celeste’s body when they all heard, clear even accompanied by the sound of the storm, a lot of footsteps coming up the steps.

  Jamie’s eyes met his sister’s. For a moment Sin thought that would be it, that they would all just run.

  “We’ll see,” said Jamie, and lifted his hand.

  The boat was torn away from the side of the wall as if Jamie had ripped a piece of paper off a notebook. Sin made an enraged sound, Mae and Alan and her sister suddenly just black dots almost disappearing against the gray sky, almost entirely lost to her.

  “Don’t—,” she began, advancing on Jamie, and he spun toward her with his eyes blazing white.

  Blackness blasted her vision as she was knocked off her feet and across the deck, rolling and hitting the other side of the boat. The door opened. There was a shallow shelf on this side of the boat, with rope coiled upon it. Sin rolled under it.

  She would be half-hidden by its shadow. Unless someone looked too closely.

  As a dozen magicians burst on the scene, though, it was clear that at least for now all their attention was focused on Celeste’s body.

  The sword-wielding magician called Helen went down on her knees beside Celeste. It gave Sin a strange feeling to watch the woman touch Celeste’s hair, as pale a blond as her own. She wondered if they had been related, sharing that as well as a Circle.

  Some of the magicians looked truly grief-stricken and horrified. There were others, not just magicians but messengers, among whom Sin spotted Phyllis, who simply looked scared.

  Gerald stood at Celeste’s feet, his head bowed and his hands clasped for a moment. When he looked up, Sin could read nothing on his face.

  “Jamie,” he said, his voice as unruffled as his expression, mild and calm. “Perhaps you can explain this to me?”

  “The Market people came for the girl and her sister. We were attacked and overpowered,” Jamie said flatly.

  The storm had quieted into a dark muttering in the sky, which seemed muffled by the blanket of clouds that made the whole world dim. The glow of Jamie’s magic gaze seemed like the only light in the world,
and that light was a terrible one.

  “Perhaps you can explain this to me in some way I might believe,” Gerald suggested, his voice even softer than before.

  “It happened like I said,” Jamie insisted. “They came. And Celeste died.”

  “And you, with the demon’s power, you couldn’t do a thing to stop it?”

  Gerald almost smiled.

  Jamie said, “Maybe I could have.”

  That shocked Gerald, Sin noticed, sending a jolt through him that seeing Celeste dead hadn’t. Now Jamie was the only one who looked calm, standing on the deck with a ring of people around him whose murmurs were turning louder and fiercer than the dying storm.

  “She let my mother die,” Jamie continued. “She wasn’t my leader. You are.”

  “Is that so?” Gerald asked. “And how am I supposed to trust you, if you would stand aside and let one of our own die?”

  The sky was so thickly overcast, everyone’s skin looked gray. Gerald took a step forward.

  He loomed over Jamie, his shadow falling over Jamie’s face and quenching the glittering light of his eyes. The boat lurched on the river, and Sin felt cold hit her skin. She twisted around and saw trails of dark water snaking across the rail, over her own body, toward where Gerald stood.

  “Where’s Celeste’s pearl?”

  “I don’t know,” Jamie whispered.

  “You let a fellow magician be killed. You let the symbol of the Aventurine Circle be stolen. You realize that I should execute you.”

  Four glistening black lines of river water crawled their way up Gerald’s trouser leg, trailing from his shoulder to his right hand. The water wrapped around Gerald’s fingers, which he lifted to Jamie’s face.

  “I could drown you in an inch of water,” Gerald said.

  Threads of water touched Jamie’s face, sealing his mouth like a transparent gag. He glanced around for support, and then water crisscrossed behind his neck and held him in place.

  “He isn’t lying,” Seb said. “Everything happened just like he said. He couldn’t have saved Celeste. Neither of us knows where the pearl went.”

  Nick stepped up behind Jamie, and the water dissolved into silver smoke.