“I think you could heal them.”
I shook my head, still staring at the mantle. I frowned at it. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but on the lower ridge of the mantle, a line cut through the wood—nearly imperceptible at first among the intricate carvings of leaves and berries.
I gripped the top and bottom of the mantle, jaw dropping as I slid a section away to reveal a hollow alcove. “This is new.”
Inside the alcove lay a small, folded piece of paper. As Ruadan looked on, I unfolded it, my heart stuttering.
Find Aenor.
Was it my mother’s cursive handwriting? I think it was. And that meant she was alive.
“What does it say?” asked Ruadan.
“Find Aenor.” I met his gaze. “Any idea who or what Aenor is?”
He pulled the paper from my hands, frowning at it. “Aenor. Flayer of Skins, Scourge of the Wicked.”
“She sounds … nice. They want me to find her? Any idea why? Or where she might be?”
“We can find out.”
“How do you know her name?”
“She’s on our kill list, but she wasn’t a priority.”
“Of course. She has useful magical powers, which means you want to kill her.”
“We don’t know that they’re useful.”
“If my parents are sending us to her, she has useful powers. My parents knew that I’d check the mantle to see my name. They didn’t want anyone else to find this, but they wanted me to see it.”
“You sound certain that your mother is alive.”
I smiled, a weight lifting off me. “I think it’s her handwriting. I think my father brought her back.”
“Let’s search the rest of the house and the rest of Eden as fast as we can. If we sniff for your father’s scent and shadow-leap, we can cover a lot of ground fast.”
I nodded, though I already felt in my bones they weren’t here. I shadow-leapt through the house, finding it nearly exactly as I’d left it. Then, we whooshed through the abandoned town, through the homes and the cemetery on the green, through the woods and the temple. And as we searched, I clutched that piece of paper in my hand. Wind rushed over me as we moved swiftly around Eden.
This was turning into a much more complicated recovery mission than I’d hoped.
Once we’d sniffed out every building and scoured the forest, we were certain that Adonis wasn’t here. And I was sure this wasn’t the real Eden anymore.
Near the cemetery green, Ruadan opened another portal. We were returning to the Institute empty-handed, and nothing had changed yet.
But now, I had a tiny shred of evidence my mother could be alive.
Chapter 14
Sodden with portal water, we crawled onto the Institute’s Tower Green. A canopy of night still arched above us; the moon shone bright with Nyxobas’s power.
As I stood, the air began to chill around us, the moon burning brighter in the sky. I turned to look at Ruadan.
Except he was no longer Ruadan. Now, Nyxobas’s crescent of silver horns beamed from his skull. His body had grown, and night magic billowed around him like smoke from a bellows.
I pushed my damp hair out of my eyes. “Hey, Nyxobas. Any chance you can turn up the temperature on your portal water? The knights are dying.”
No response—just those eerie, silver eyes. A whorl of shadows consumed Ruadan.
Beneath my feet, the earth rumbled. What the hells was happening now? We had to find Aenor. I desperately wanted to get to my parents as soon as I could, but Nyxobas was interfering.
“You’re a god,” I grumbled. “You could just tell us who the traitor is.”
In the center of the courtyard, the grassy earth cracked open, and I held out my arms to balance myself as the void gaped open before us. I backed away from it, not eager for another trip into a hell world.
When I looked up again, Nyxobas had shifted. He now stood at the edge of the portal, holding Niall by the neck. In his other hand, he gripped a Shadow Fae named Turi. Both of them had pale lips, and they were barely able to keep their eyes open. They looked at me expectantly, hoping I’d brought back a cure for them. I just shook my head with a pang of guilt.
The chokehold Nyxobas had on them probably wasn’t helping the situation. He really was an arsehole. These knights were his servants. They had dedicated their souls to him, and he treated them like this.
Nyxobas threw both of them into the portal, and they sank deep into the darkness. The surface smoothed over once more, turning to ice.
Nyxobas turned to me, his glacial gaze boring into me.
I didn’t want to be with the remote god of the void right now. I wanted Ruadan back, and I wanted to find my parents. I was still clutching the tiny piece of paper that had held Aenor’s name, but the portal water had washed my mother’s handwriting away.
I vaguely registered the other knights arriving as I stared down at the ruined paper.
A touch on my arm called my attention away from it, and I looked up at Melusine’s sickly face. Her lips were parched, and dark circles hung beneath her eyes. She smelled faintly of vomit.
“Where’s your dad?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. We didn’t find him. We have a lead, though. Someone named Aenor, Flayer of Skins. Does that ring any bells?”
Her expression looked dejected, and she held up her hands, addressing the rest of them. “No death angel. I see no death angel, no father, and I put two and two together. We’re screwed. We’re all gonna die—”
“Shhh…” I cut in. “That’s not good for morale. I’m working on it.”
She pulled her cloak around herself more tightly. “Who’s in the void?”
“Turi and Niall.”
“I need to lie down and get some rest before he throws me in.”
As she stumbled away, Nyxobas stalked toward me. I eyed him with surprise. Why was he studying me so closely? Even if he was in my lover’s body, he unnerved me completely. I gave him my best back off glare.
The look did absolutely nothing to put him off, which I suppose made sense, since he was a night god who’d fallen from the heavens and lived tens of thousands of years in Hell. My narrowed eyes were not going to strike fear into his heart.
When he was just a foot away, he stared down at me. “Life and death mingle within you,” he said, his voice the oddly dissonant sound of young and old people speaking at once. “The beginning and the end. Seeds growing from the ashes.”
What do you say to that? “Okay. Thanks.” This wasn’t helpful information. But maybe he could help with something. “Do you know anyone called the Flayer of Skins, by any chance?”
His attention darted back to the portal, where the ice began to crack.
Of course he didn’t provide any useful information. The gods never did.
A fist hammered at the ice—then another. Both Niall and Turi were fighting their way out. I would stay just long enough to see their heads breach the surface.
My fists tightened. “Is there a less grueling way you would test the knights? They’re very sick.”
His attention remained on the cracking portal. “It refreshes me to feel your spirits in the void.”
“But they’re dying. They’re your servants.”
“Fix it, then.” His voice seemed to come from a million miles away.
Simple as that. Just—fix it. “How?”
He whirled, then he cupped my face with his icy hand. Emptiness spun through my body as I stared into his glacial, silvery eyes and took in his stark beauty.
He leaned in and whispered, “You know how this ends, don’t you?”
“It ends with us imprisoning Baleros.”
His breath was a frigid breeze on the shell of my ear. “It ends with Ruadan’s death.”
The words crashed into me like a wave. Ruadan had said that Nyxobas didn’t lie. He knew the future, and he spoke the truth.
“If you know so much, why don’t you help us?” My fingers tightened into fists.
“It’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.” My promise felt like a lie. What control did I have over any of this? “He’s your grandson,” I added, although I knew he didn’t care.
Shadows writhed around him, obscuring his face.
I backed away from him, surveying the other Shadow Fae again. Barry looked like he was going to be sick. He held a hand over his mouth, hunching over while the two knights fought to break out of the ice.
At last, a booming crack filled the air, and a large fissure split the ice.
I tried not to think about Nyxobas’s prediction, but I felt like the world had been pulled out from under my feet.
At last, a hand slammed through the ice, piercing it completely. Within moments, Turi was hauling himself out, and he rolled onto the grass. On his hands and knees, he vomited up blood, and I winced. Niall was out a moment later, heaving for breath, his body convulsing as he scrambled to find purchase on the ice.
I rushed over to him and grabbed his arms, pulling him out of the shattered ice. As soon as his legs were clear, the ice melted away, steam rising into the air.
Nyxobas was already scanning the knights for his next victim.
I wasn’t doing much good here, watching this. And if Ruadan wasn’t available to help me learn about Aenor, I’d have to try to discover this information on my own.
Behind me, another knight whimpered as Nyxobas gripped him by the throat, ready to slam him into the cold.
Where else could I find out about Aenor? If my parents knew her, perhaps she’d been in Eden, too. Or maybe she’d visited before the worlds had closed for good.
I started pacing, the cogs in my mind turning.
There was only one other person in the Institute who’d lived in Eden. And while he might be mad, Demented Mike could have some answers buried in his addled brain. He’d been there when our world ended, and he’d been there before.
I shadow-leapt over to Melusine, who lay on the grass, and I gently tapped her shoulder to wake her. She blinked, her dark eyes taking a moment to focus.
“Melusine?” I asked softly. “Do you know anything about a potion or tonic that could help clear someone’s addled mind?”
“Of course I know something like that.” She started to stand.
I stopped her with a gentle hand. “Just tell me how to make it, then go back to sleep.”
“In the herbarium, you’ll find mandrake, dragon’s blood, a gryphon’s saliva, and Earl Grey tea.”
I blinked. “Earl Grey?”
“I know, it’s disgusting, but it’s a necessary part of the spell. Boil it all together into a tonic, and it will clear the patient’s head.” Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and they started to close again.
“Wait, Melusine?”
“Yes?”
“If Nyxobas leaves Ruadan’s body any time soon, tell him I went to find Demented Mike.”
“Sure thing.”
A smile curled my lips. If this tonic worked, it would bring about my first meaningful conversation with someone from Eden in over ten years.
Chapter 15
I clutched the warm brew and hurried down the hall toward Demented Mike’s room. In Eden, he’d been one of my best friends. Two years older than me, but tolerant of me following him around. He’d wanted to be human, for some bizarre reason, and he used to teach me all the dirty words he knew.
In the hallway, moonlight streamed through the peaked windows onto the floor, and I glanced for a moment at the trials going on outside. With any luck, they’d all be over soon.
I pushed open the door to his room, and light beamed in from the hallway. He lay flat on his stomach in the dark, his palms pressed against the flagstones. His cheeks had the pinkish hue of fever, and sweat beaded on his face.
Shit. The plague magic was still pulsing around the Institute, infecting people. And Mike had caught it.
He turned to look at me, his eyes wide, and he snarled. “I Gmm, the Noe I Ainml I called Nma please…” he hissed from the floor.
He was speaking fragments of a demon tongue he must’ve picked up in the shadow void. I had no idea what he was saying.
“So, I brought you some hot tea.” I left the steaming mug on the floor, and he scuttled over to it on his hands and knees. “I think it might help things a bit.”
He lapped tea from the cup like a cat. Then, he looked up at me, his eyes wide. “Here I kad Amman roots ktzsnc embers shhhh krditzsmtz I demon mrrnkg aisa hee cnhnma miracle.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, and light from the moon beamed into the dark room. “Okay, so, I would love to reconnect with you, Mike, but I think we have a little work to do to get you back to your old form.”
He slurped the tea. “Darkness….”
“I know. It was bad in the void. I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes, trying not to think of what might’ve happened to the others I’d killed. I had to keep it together right now, long enough to save the Institute. “Mike, does the name Aenor ring a bell?”
He sat up now, and he stared at me. He took another long sip of his tea, his clouded expression clearing a little. I waited with him in silence while he slurped it.
“I have some questions to ask you, when you’re ready.”
“I … a darkness.” He cocked his head, looking suddenly more alert. “There were no other fae in the void. Just me. I heard people speaking to me, even though you weren’t there. I heard you speaking to me sometimes. The gods are hungry for souls, and they care for nothing else. They think the souls of others will fill the emptiness … but it never does. One god, split into seven, tormented ever since. In the hell worlds, we feel the pain of the gods.”
He stared at the floor, lost in his thoughts.
“I met some other demons after a while.” Another sip of tea. “They kept me company. I learned bits of their languages. Then, after an eternity passed, I saw you.”
“I’m sorry.” Guilt twisted inside me. How did I explain this to him? “Thing is, it turns out I’m a death angel, and I didn’t know. And when the fae army invaded, um … a whole bunch of death magic exploded from me and killed everyone by accident. I’m not yet sure what happened to the others, and I’m just trying to put together the pieces and find my dad to help me.”
He drank another sip. “I know what happened. The voices told me in the void. It’s okay. You weren’t in control of it. I understand. The gods are in control. They’re always in control. And the gods will have their souls.”
We were getting somewhere. Coming to Demented Mike was the best idea I’d had in a while.
“Do you know what happened to everyone else?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course. Your father brought them back from the dead.”
My heart leapt. The first good news I’d had in ages. “My mum, too?”
“Everyone but me. He could never find me. I fell in too deep. I started turning demon fast, machalail grumm slut puppet.” He closed his eyes, taking another sip of the tea. “Only you could find me. Your powers are like his, but maybe stronger. Both of you can lift this illness I have. This death magic. And as long as you both live, you can raise each other from the grave.”
Alive. Despite everything happening, I beamed with joy. “Okay. This is good. This is helpful. Do you know why Eden is empty? We opened the portal and we found only graves.”
He shook his head.
“Do you know where my father is?” I pressed, desperate now.
“Eden.”
“I couldn’t find him there.”
Hope bubbled in my chest anyway. My mum was alive. Everyone I’d killed in Eden was alive again. I’d find my family again. I was certain we could get my dad to help us cure the Shadow Fae—and to imprison Baleros forever.
“Mike, have you ever heard the name Aenor?” I asked. “When I went into Eden, I couldn’t find my parents. But I did find a note from them that said to find Aenor. I think she must be someone who can help me. Then I can get you back to your family.”
He traced the rim of his
teacup with his fingertip. “Aenor. Aenor. Aenor,” he muttered. “Flayer of Skins, Scourge of the Wicked.”
“Yes! That’s her. How do you know her?”
“She visited your father sometimes. Before the worlds closed for good.”
“Where would I find her?”
He frowned. “I don’t remember what she looked like. Just that she smelled of honey and soil. And lemony flowers, and mossy limestone. And she gave me a human finger bone. She sells them, I think.”
Aenor, Flayer of Skins, who reeked of honey and dirt and sold human bones. She sounded lovely.
“I’m tired. Noe I Ainml.” Mike closed his eyes once more and curled up on the floor, muttering to himself in Demonic. His teeth chattered.
I pulled the soft wool blanket off the bed and covered his shivering body with it. I crossed to his window. From here, I had a view of the Tower Green, and Nyxobas was gripping another knight by the throat. I couldn’t even see who it was. Melusine, maybe? He hurled them into the void and another brutal trial began.
I turned to rush outside. I had a few more facts to go on now, but I needed help interpreting what they meant.
Chapter 16
I crossed out onto the Tower Green once more, and the sound of shrieking pierced the night calm. Nyxobas stood before Barry, whose face had gone completely white, his body rigid. Barry opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he were trying to speak. His lumen stone glowed faintly under his shirt.
“Do you have something to say?” Nyxobas’s voice sent a chill snaking up my spine.
“Had no control,” Barry stammered. “You know. You know. You know. I had no control. Baleros controls me.”
Nyxobas grabbed him by the throat, and Barry started to choke. He was still trying to speak, and he was able to get out the words “necklace” and “control.”
I caught my breath. That necklace around his throat—the one I’d seen in the dungeon—had Baleros given it to him?
Before Barry could utter another word, Nyxobas hurled him into the portal.
Barry’s body sank beneath the watery surface, and the necklace along with him. Cold magic rushed over my body like an icy wind. Then, I stared as the earth began to close again, the ground trembling. Grass and soil shifted and sealed over the portal.
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