by Lauren Kate
Page 43
And she at last heard what he had said when they were looking at the shadows: that she had done nothing wrong. That there was no reason to feel guilty. Could it be true? Was she innocent of Trevors death, of Todds, as shed always believed? The moment she asked herself, she knew that Daniel had told her the truth. And she felt like she was waking from a long bad dream. She no longer felt like the girl with the shorn hair and the baggy black clothes, no longer the eternal screw-up, afraid of the putrid cemetery, and stuck in reform school for good reason.
"Daniel," she said, gently pushing his shoulders back so she could look at him. "Why didnt you tell me sooner that you were an angel? Why all that talk about being damned?" Daniel eyed her nervously.
"Im not mad. " She reassured him. "Only wondering. "
"I couldnt tell you," he said, "Its all wrapped up together. Until now, I didnt even know that you could discover it on your own. If I told you too quickly or at the wrong time, youd be gone again and I would have to wait. Ive already had to wait so long. "
"How long?" Luce asked.
"Not so long that Ive forgotten that youre worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain. " Daniel closed his eyes for a moment. Then he looked over at Penn and Miss Sophia.
Penn was seated with her back against a mossy black tombstone. Her knees were curled up to her chin and she was chewing avidly on her fingernails. Miss Sophia had her hands on her hips. She looked like she had something to say.
Daniel stepped back, and Luce felt a rush of cool air waft between them. "Im still afraid that any minute you could - "
"Daniel - " Miss Sophia called reprovingly.
He waved her off. "Our being together, its not as simple as youre going to want it to be. "
"Of course not," Luce said. "I mean, youre an angel, but now that I know it - "
"Lucinda Price. " This time it was Luce who was the object of Miss Sophias anger. "What he has to tell you, you do not want to know," she warned. "And Daniel, you have no right. It will kill her - "
Luce shook her head, confused by Miss Sophias request. "I think I could survive a little truth. "
"It is not a little truth," Miss Sophia said, stepping forward to position herself between them. "And you will not survive it. As you have not survived it in the thousands of years since the Fall. "
"Daniel, what is she talking about?" Luce reached around Miss Sophia for his wrist, but the librarian fended her off. "I can handle it," Luce said, feeling a dry pit of nerves in her stomach. "I dont want any more secrets. I love him. "
It was the first time she had ever said the words aloud to anyone. Her only regret was that shed directed the most important three words she knew at Miss Sophia instead of at Daniel. She turned to him. His eyes were shining. "I do," she said. "I love you. "
Clap.
Clap. Clap.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Slow, loud applause sounded from behind them in the trees. Daniel broke away and turned toward the woods, his posture stiffening, as Luce felt the old fear flood in, felt herself rooted by terror about what he was seeing in the shadows, frightened of what he saw before she did.
"Oh, bravo. Bravo! Really, I am touched to my very soul - and not much touches me there these days, sad to say. "
Cam stepped into the clearing. His eyes were rimmed with a thick, shimmering gold shadow, and it shone on his face in the moonlight, making him look like a wildcat.
"That is so incredibly sweet," he said. "And he just loves you, too - dont you, lover boy? Dont you, Daniel?"
"Cam," Daniel warned. "Do not do this. "
"Do what?" Cam asked, raising his left arm in the air. He snapped his fingers once and a small flame, the size of a lit match, ignited in the air over his hand. "You mean that?"
The echo of his finger snap seemed to linger, to reflect off the tombs in the cemetery, to grow louder and multiply as it bounced back and forth. At first Luce thought the sound was more applause, as if a demonic auditorium full of darkness were clapping derisively at Luce and Daniels love, the way Cam had done.
But then she remembered the thundering wingbeats shed heard earlier. She held her breath as the sound took the form of those thousand bits of flitting darkness. The swarm of locust-shaped shadows that had vanished into the forest reared up overhead once again.
Their drumming was so loud, Luce had to cover her ears. On the ground, Penn was crouched with her head between her knees. But Daniel and Miss Sophia stoically watched the sky as the cacophony grew and changed. It began to sound more like very loud sprinklers going off . . . or like the hiss of a thousand snakes.
"Or this?" Cam asked, shrugging as the hideous, formless darkness settled around him.
The insects each began to grow and unfold, becoming larger than any insect could ever be, dripping like glue and growing into black segmented bodies. Then, as if they were learning how to use their shadow limbs as they formed, they slowly hoisted themselves onto their numerous legs and came forward, like mantises grown to human height. Cam welcomed them as they swarmed around him. Soon they had formed a massive army of embodied night behind Cam.
"Im sorry," he said, smacking his forehead with his palm. "Did you tell me not to do that?"
"Daniel," Luce whispered. "Whats happening?"
"Why did you call an end to the truce?" he called to Cam.
"Oh. Well. You know what they say about desperate times. " Cam sneered. "And watching you plaster her body with those perfectly angelic kisses of yours . . . it made me feel so desperate. "
"Shut up, Cam!" Luce shouted, hating that shed ever let him touch her.
"In good time. " Cams eyes rolled over to her. "Oh yes, were going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again. "
He stroked his chin and narrowed his green eyes. "Bigger this time, I think. A few more casualties. Deal with it. "
Daniel gathered Luce in his arms. "Tell me why, Cam. You owe me that much. "
"You know why," Cam boomed, pointing at Luce. "Shes still here. Wont be for long, though. "
He put his hands on his hips, and a series of dense black shadows, now shaped like endless fat serpents, slithered up along his body, encircling his arms like bracelets. He petted the largest ones head dotingly.
"And this time, when your love blows into that tragic little puff of ash, its going to be for good. See, everythings different this time. " Cam beamed, and Luce thought she felt Daniel quake for just a second.
"Oh, except one thing is the same - and I do have a soft spot for your predictability, Grigori. " Cam took a step forward. His shadow-legions inched up accordingly, making Luce and Daniel, and Penn and Miss Sophia, inch back. "Youre afraid," he said, pointing dramatically at Daniel. "And Im not. "
"Thats because you have nothing to lose," Daniel spat. "I would never trade places with you. "
"Hmmm," Cam said, tapping his chin. "Well see about that. " He looked around, grinning. "Must I spell it out for you? Yes. I hear you may have something bigger to lose this time. Something thats going to make annihilating her so much more enjoyable. "
"What are you talking about?" Daniel asked.
To Luces left, Miss Sophia opened her mouth and let out a howling string of feral noises. She waved her hands wildly over her head in a jerking dancelike motion, her eyes almost transparent, as if she were in some sort of trance. Her lips twitched, and Luce realized with a shock that she was speaking in tongues.
Daniel took Miss Sophias arm and shook her, "No, you are absolutely right: It doesnt make sense," he whispered, and Luce realized he could understand Miss Sophias strange language.
"You know what shes saying?" Luce asked.
"Allow us to translate," a familiar voice shouted from the roof of the mausoleum. Arriane. Next to her was Gabbe. Both seemed to be lit from behind and were enshrouded in a strange silver glow. They hopped down from the crypt, landing next to Luce without a sound.
"Cams right, Daniel," Gabbe said quickly. "Somethings differe
nt this time . . . something about Luce. The cycle could be broken - and not the way we want it to. I mean . . . it could end. "
"Someone tell me what youre talking about," Luce said, butting in. "Whats different? Broken how?
Whats at stake with this whole battle, anyway?"
Daniel, Arriane, and Gabbe all stared at her for a moment as if trying to place her, as if they knew her from somewhere but shed changed so completely in an instant that they no longer recognized her face.
Finally Arriane spoke up. "At stake?" She rubbed at the scar on her neck. "If they win - its Hell on earth.
The end of the world as anyone knows it. "
The black shapes screeched around Cam, wrestling with and chewing on each other, in some sort of sick, devilish warm-up.
"And if we win?" Luce struggled to get out the words.
Gabbe swallowed, then said gravely, "We dont know yet. "
Suddenly Daniel stumbled back, away from Luce, and pointed at her. "Sh-she hasnt been . . . ," he stammered, covering his mouth, "The kiss," he said finally, stepping forward to grip Luces arm. "The book. Thats why you can - "
"Get to part B, Daniel," Arriane prompted. "Think fast. Patience is a virtue, and you know how Cam feels about those. "
Daniel squeezed Luces hand. "You have to go. You have to get out of here. "
"What? Why?"
She looked at Arriane and Gabbe for help, then shrank away from them as a host of silver twinkles began to flow over the roof of the mausoleum. Like an endless stream of fireflies released from an enormous mason jar. They rained down on Arriane and Gabbe, making their eyes shine. It reminded Luce of fireworks - and of one Fourth of July, when the light had been just right and shed looked into her mothers irises and seen the fireworks reflection, a booming silvery flash of light, as if her mothers eyes were a mirror.
Only, these twinkles didnt peter into smoke like fireworks. When they hit the cemetery grass, they bloomed into graceful, shimmery iridescent beings. They werent exactly human shapes, but they were vaguely recognizable. Gorgeous, glowing rays of light. Creatures so ravishing that Luce knew instantly they were an army of angelic power, equal in size and number to the great black force behind Cam. This was what true beauty and goodness looked like - a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself. She should have felt comforted, standing on the side that had to prevail in this fight. But she was starting to feel sick.
Daniel pressed the back of his hand to her cheek. "Shes feverish. "
Gabbe patted Luce on the arm and beamed. "Its okay, sugar," she said, guiding Daniels hand away. Her drawl was somehow reassuring. "Well take it from here. But you have to go. " She glanced over her shoulder at the horde of blackness behind Cam. "Now. "
Daniel pulled Luce to him for one last embrace.
"Ill take her," Miss Sophia called loudly. The book was still tucked under her arm. "I know a safe place. "