by Jessica Gunn
“That we’re going to go headfirst into certain death to save Ben’s son from Lady Azar?” Krystin asked. “Eh, no. You know what, let’s not tell him. I’d rather save the Fire Circle’s form of court martial for after we save the day. At least then it’ll be worth something.”
“We should take backup,” Rachel said. “If this goes south, we’ll want it.”
“If this goes south, the mission can be blamed on me wanting revenge,” I said. “Not the Fire Circle wanting to start a war. We have to go in alone.”
“This is utterly insane,” Nate muttered.
Krystin tapped a pen against her lips. “If we wait to move until the night before All Hallows’ Eve… there might not be many demons there, except for whoever they’ve got guarding Riley.”
We all looked to her.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“All Hallows’ Eve is the last night of the year all the celestial magik lines up correctly to change people into demons,” Krystin said. “I know the whole process is still a bit of a mystery to the Circles, but I believe it. Except for the solstices, it’s the one night out of the year that my magik soars. You might have felt it too and never known.” She nodded. “If, and that’s a strong if, I’m right, that’s our best bet.”
Rachel leaned forward, a pensive look curling her brow. “If you’re wrong, Lady Azar will kill us and then change Riley into a demon the very next night. And since we’re not telling anyone where we’re going, no one will be there to save him when we’re dead.”
“We can’t tell Jaffrin,” both Krystin and I said at the same time.
“How are we even going to get to Shadow Crest’s lair in the first place?” Nate asked. “Last I checked, no one knows where it is.”
I locked eyes with Krystin. “She knows someone who might know.”
“Might,” Nate echoed. He leaned back into the couch and ran a hand through his black hair. “Well then. If we’re operating on one hundred percent uncertainty, I’m in.”
“Me too,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes at Nate. “But only for Riley. And I still think we should tell Jaffrin or Avery. Or at least leave them a note or something for them to find if we don’t make it back.”
“We will return,” Krystin said. “I don’t have plans to die anytime soon.”
“Neither do I.”
I plucked my phone from my pocket and opened up the calendar. “We have two days until the night before All Hallows’ Eve. I say we keep training. Keep learning. Then rest the day before.”
Nate nodded while Rachel wrung her hands. I should have never dragged her into all of this two-and-a-half years ago. I knew that now. But once this week was over with, we could both run away from the Hunter Circles if we wanted. Seemed like that was Krystin’s plan anyhow.
“Sounds like a plan then,” Nate said.
Krystin grinned, an all-knowing glint shining in her eyes. “I know the perfect place we can go to practice your new skills.”
Chapter 19
KRYSTIN
Late afternoon sun followed us through the door inside Hunter’s Guild, two days after I’d gotten through to Ben. After I’d finally helped him realize that the amount of power he had didn’t come from anger, but from control. The same control he’d almost lost the moment we’d stood inches apart.
I’d almost lost control, too. Kissing your team leader is not the most brilliant of ideas. And yet, I’d almost gone and done it.
I shook out my shoulders as we walked, trying to work the memory out of my mind.
Not many demons were inside the Guild and even fewer Hunters. I didn’t recognize any of them, and this far out in Northwest New England, they could just as easily be Canadian Hunters as they could be from the western Earth Circle.
It’s better off this way. The last thing we needed was to be recognized. I had the distinct feeling Jaffrin knew something was up but not what. That seemed to be his general mode of operation. He’d called the house two days ago and asked us to assist with All Hallows’ Eve patrols around the city. Nate had hesitated to answer. There was a good chance we’d be dead before tomorrow morning, and I was sure that’d tipped Jaffrin off to something.
But without the location of Shadow Crest’s lair, there was nothing he could do to stop us short of sending a team to intercept. Except he hadn’t known how much our team had improved. It’d take a lot more than Avery’s gun-toting squad of normal humans to stop us now.
Drew looked over from the bar as soon as we walked through the door. The other upside to not many people being in here was he could tell us what he’d found without anyone hearing. As for the demons present, hopefully none would put two and two together after our attack on Shadow Crest.
Either way, my cousin might need to find a new job after tonight.
“Hey,” Drew said, waving us over to the bar. We met him where we wouldn’t be within earshot of any other patrons. “You’re early.”
My stomach dropped. “You didn’t get the info?”
“No,” he said. “Well, yes. I did. But that’s not why. You’re early. Why are you going before All Hallows’ Eve?”
“Because no one’s home, Drew.” I hopped onto a barstool. “Drink please?”
He reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Pouring me a drink, he said, “Just be happy I found where that home is.”
Ben’s eyes lit up. “You did?”
Drew nodded and passed me the glass. “Oh yeah. A bit of a hike. It’s out in Northern Vermont, but thanks to Krystin’s penchant for whiskey and road trips, we’ve been to a place nearby.” He looked to me. “If you teleportante to Pop’s favorite distillery and head northwest for a good ten miles you’ll make it. Rumors say the residual magik is detectable up to three miles away.” He dug into the pocket of his apron and pulled out a piece of paper, offering it to me.
I glanced over the map. “It’s a straight shot from the distillery.”
Drew shrugged. “I mapped it that way. I’m not sure it’s an easy hike, Krystin. But if you’re going to get close without being caught, doing so on foot is the only way.”
Ben nodded. “We know. We’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? Because quite frankly, I think you’re all insane.” His gaze settled on me when he said, “Especially you.”
I patted his arm. “So are you for working here. Don’t worry. We will make it out of this alive.” He didn’t look so convinced. “Thank you for figuring out where their lair is. Will you be safe?”
He shrugged, a dark mask falling over his face. “I plan on leaving the country once I know you’re safe. I’ll call Jaffrin from there and admit my part in this. Maybe he can get me some sort of protection from the Ether Head Circle if your mission goes south. And if not, I’ll get to live out my Paris fantasies with my wife.”
I threw back the rest of my drink, then leaned over the bar counter to hug him. “Leave now,” I said into his shoulder. “Let me know where you are when you get there and I’ll send money and anything else you need.”
He nodded. “Okay. Thank you, Krystin.”
I pulled back. “No. Thank you. We’re going to do this. We’ll win. And when we come back with Ben’s son, you’ll get to come back, too. You did good by the Fire Circle helping us like this.”
He smirked. “Minus the whole AWOL thing, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah. That. Ignore that charge until we’re back, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
Ben reached over, offering his hand. “Thank you, man.”
Drew returned the shake, then wiped a towel over the bar. “Time for us to go. Be safe.”
“We will.”
With teleportante as our aid, we were at Pop’s favorite distillery in Vermont within seconds. The magik wall around Hunter’s Guild should have hidden our trail long enough for us to get long gone from the area. With only backpacks and our weapons, Ben, Rachel, Nate, and I left the small town the distillery called home and ventured into the woods in the Green
Mountains.
The forest air curled around us, crisp and sharp, as mile after mile passed us by. When the town disappeared into the distance, lost among trees and rises along the mountainside, I knew there was no going back. Even if we got into Shadow Crest’s lair and only then discovered we were surrounded and doomed to die, any teleportante would be trackable. And if we led them back to Fire Circle Headquarters, Jaffrin would have our heads—if we won that fight.
Assuming, you know, that this wasn’t a wild goose chase to begin with. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a compass. Well, we were heading in the right direction according to Drew’s instructions, at least. So we marched on, not talking much. When we did it was about anything other than the mission at hand. No chance for jinxes or second thoughts.
Around sunset, my heart rate picked up speed. Like my body sensed something I didn’t. Anticipation and anxiety balled within my stomach, rising up through my throat until I wanted to scream.
Nate stopped walking, so abruptly that I almost slammed into him. “I don’t know about this.”
Rachel and Ben stopped and turned around.
“You feel it, too?” I asked him.
He nodded to me, lifting a palm. “The magik here, it’s a literal wall. I’m worried the closer we get, the harder it’ll be for me to control my ability.”
“Assuming they’re mostly ether-based magik users,” Ben said. “Right? What if they’re not?”
“Then I’ll be fine; I’d rather just say it now.” Nate looked up at the sky, then straight ahead down the sort-of path we were following. Not exactly a trail but not dense woods, either. “They’re powerful. Incredibly more so than we thought. Than any of the Circles might know.”
“And we’re walking into their death trap,” Rachel muttered. “We’re the smartest Hunters around.”
“We will be fine,” I snapped. “We’ve come too far to back out now. And everything I’ve ever learned points to our hypothesis being true: there won’t be many demons there, not if they’re hunting transference energies for tomorrow.”
But in my heart, I knew Rachel was right. Giyano had been challenge enough. But I felt I knew him now, in some ways, better than I’d known some of the people in my life.
Or I was as crazy as Drew claimed me to be.
Probably the latter.
“Let’s keep moving,” I said. “Nothing worse than being a sitting duck.”
Another two miles passed us by as the sun finished setting and the full moon came out.
Oh shit. The full moon was one night away from All Hallows’ Eve? Jesus. An unsettling creep crawled down my spine like a long-legged spider. Slowly, touching each of its legs to my spine.
It wasn’t just Riley. It wasn’t about making demons. Lady Azar had something else planned. Something big and powerful and dependent entirely on the coinciding of these two events: a full moon and a sacred magik day. And whatever power Riley possessed that had made him a massive target to the Empire of Darkness.
“Krystin?” Ben asked. He’d been ahead of me before, but I must have slowed down. He jogged to my side. “You okay?”
I shook my head and sped up, passing Nate and Rachel. The last thing I needed was his concern, or another intense moment with him that might end questionably. He was our team leader and we were out here trying to save his son. Ben was about as unavailable as it got. “We need to get there faster. We need to save Riley before tomorrow night—”
A white light from inside my eyes blinded me, searing my cornea. I cried out, dropping to the ground as a headache split my open my mind. Pictures. Images. All sewn together like a movie.
I was dragging something in these same woods. Dark, as it was now. Moonlight danced off the wet leaves hanging from the trees. Colored but not yet fallen. I glanced down at my hands and saw the same Shadow Crest brand as before. On my left, like Giyano’s.
The body I dragged had been wrapped in a thin sheet. When mud appeared on the trail ahead of me, I bent and lifted the still form, carrying it like an oversized baby.
Forward I marched, long into the night. Time seemed to speed up then until I stood at the entryway to the chamber we’d seen on the video Shadow Crest had sent Ben days ago.
I—Giyano—dropped the body on the floor before the dais. Lady Azar stood above it. I couldn’t tell who was inside the sheet, who had died, but Lady Azar’s mouth twisted in amusement. Whoever it was, whatever they were to Giyano, she’d done it.
I roared and drove a knife made of fire through Lady Azar’s shoulder.
I snapped out of it and found myself lying on the wet forest ground, staring up at the star-filled sky. Rachel’s face swam into view, but for the first few seconds, none of her words made it through a thick veil of mental fog. I blinked a few times and rubbed my ears, working sound past the veil.
“…you okay? Krystin?” she asked.
Slowly, I nodded and inched my way to sitting up. “Think so.” My head ached. My shoulders, too. It was like I’d really been there, carrying and dragging the body. And who’d been under the sheet? Was it that Ember witch from Salem? With Giyano and Lady Azar’s agelessness, it was hard to tell how much time had passed between what I’d seen in the two visions.
“Are you sure?” Ben asked, appearing to my left. “You collapsed. We can stop and take a break if you want.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “And we’re close. Their lair is within a mile or so.”
“But what happened?” Ben asked again.
I looked up at him. “I got another vision.”
“Why now?” Nate asked. “Magik is thick here, but that’s the only reason I can see.”
I held up my left hand, where Giyano had poisoned me with his magik. “It’s Giyano’s fault. When he did this, he let me into his past somehow. His memories. I think… I saw him in Salem, rescuing an accused witch from the pyre. Then here I saw him carrying a body right to Lady Azar. These events are connected, I just don’t know how.” I settled my gaze on Ben’s worried one. “I think it’s all related to Riley.”
Although the more I saw and the more I learned about Lady Azar and Shadow Crest and what Giyano might have been doing in Salem in 1692, the more I thought my original hunch about Riley, and his affinity for the Power, might have been correct.
And if I was right, there was a zero percent chance of me ever speaking it aloud. Ever. It wouldn’t just put Riley in danger. It’d endanger us all.
Which probably meant that was exactly what Lady Azar was after. And why she needed the power of a full moon near All Hallows’ Eve to do it.
Chapter 20
BEN
I watched Krystin as we continued down the trail. She and Nate led the way, Rachel following behind with me. Krystin tried to hide it, but before she shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket I saw her hands trembling. Whatever she’d seen had shaken her a lot worse than her vision in Salem.
Still, we carried on.
The woods seemed to thicken the longer we walked, eventually dropping in a slow incline. I wasn’t sure how many miles we’d walked so far or how many were left. I stopped counting a while back.
Eventually, the incline stopped and the distance between trees increased. Where the tree line stopped, an open area covered in detritus started, lying against a sudden rock face. I glanced up. It carried on for at least a hundred feet, blocking us off on one side. Would Krystin be able to lift us all up it if we had no other way of escape?
It didn’t matter. Anywhere we used teleportante, they’d be able to follow if they caught our trail. And unlike the demons who frequented the Guild, I was pretty sure none of the Shadow Crest demons cared about risking the wrath of Fire Circle Headquarters.
Assuming we lived long enough to try escaping.
I shut my eyes and breathed in deep. No. I trusted Krystin’s judgment on this. If tomorrow was the last night Shadow Crest could turn humans into demons for a long time, they’d be out collecting magik users for energies. She had to be
right about that.
“There’s a door,” Nate said. “They’ve disguised the side of the mountain with magik, but it’s ether. I can feel where it begins and ends.”
I walked up to the rock and placed a hand on it. The cool stone froze my fingers. “Seems solid enough.” Anyone who happened to find Shadow Crest’s secret lair wouldn’t see it unless they knew what to look for. And even if they did, they had to get past this magik wall. Smart of them.
“Magik can be convincing,” Krystin said as she and Rachel joined me and Nate at the mountainside. “Where’s the door?”
Honestly, I didn’t really care. All that mattered was whether or not we could get through it. My fists balled at my sides and my legs itched for movement. For action.
Nate squinted as he ran his hands all over the area, then paused. “Here. The mouth of a cave starts here and—”
“Good. Let’s go.” I set off at a steady pace toward the area Nate stood in front of, holding a hand out before me as I approached the rock face. “Here goes nothing.”
“Wait, Ben!” Nate shouted right as my fingertips touched the stone.
An electric shock coursed through my body at that same moment, seizing my muscles, burning them, as I was propelled from the wall of magik into the air. Wind whipped past my face and my vision darkened. But none of that was as disorienting as being yanked to a complete stop, whiplash spreading throughout my shoulders and neck. I hovered there above the ground.
“Uh, never mind,” Nate called, cringing. “You found the ether shield.”
“Jesus, Ben,” Krystin hissed as she lowered the hand she had held out before her. She must have caught me with her telekinesis. “If an ether-shaper tells you to wait up because of a wall of ether, maybe you should listen to them, you think?”
“Clearly not,” I grumbled, rubbing my neck as Krystin lowered me to the ground. My feet touched down and I lurched the first few steps. “That’s some wall.”
Nate shrugged. “Not too bad. I can take it down. The ether magik around the monastery I trained at was just as thick. Give me a few minutes.”
