Shadow Bound (Unbound)

by Rachel Vincent

  “What if there was what?” she asked, standing without my help, and I had to drag my thoughts back on topic. Again.

  “What if there was a true shadow upstairs? What if I could make a shadow? A real one? There’s no way we could both get past the guard, but if you distract him, I could sneak up and make a shadow for you to walk through. Then you could find that bottle, and we could both forget about the crowd for an hour or so.”

  Because that part was real. She hated the party and the champagne, and the more comfortable—and less sober—I could make her, the better my chances of conning classified information from her. Like how well guarded her sister was at various times of the day. Or better yet, how to get into and out of Kenley’s apartment in the middle of the night.

  Her pale brows rose in surprise. “You can black out infrared light?”

  I leaned closer and put one finger over my lips. “Shh. I’m pretty sure that’s most of why Tower wants me. So yes, if you can get me upstairs, I can open a hole in the infrared grid, through which you could then join me.”

  “A cynic and a rule breaker. I like it.” Her smile widened just a bit, and too late I realized I was returning it with one of my own. “And if we get caught?”

  I shrugged. “I’ll say I was giving you a demonstration of my Skill, for recruiting purposes.” But she looked uncertain, so I tried again. “Tower told you to keep me happy, right?” No one had actually come out and said that, but it was no stretch of the imagination. Kori nodded, her smile fading fast. “So he can’t get mad at you for doing your job, can he?”

  She frowned, like she wanted to argue, but wouldn’t. Or couldn’t.

  I arched one brow at her. “Never mind. If you’re too scared…”

  “Motherfucker…” she mumbled, rolling her eyes over my dare, and I couldn’t resist another smile. “Fine. But it’ll have to be the far staircase, and you’ll have to be quick. And make sure no one else is watching.”

  “No problem.”

  “You ready?” she asked, and I could tell from the curve at the edge of her mouth that she was getting into the spirit of the adventure.

  “Almost.” I took the champagne flute from her hand and drained it with one gulp, then set it on the floor next to the wall. “What’s your plan?” I asked, glancing at the guard on the far side of the foyer. “Flirt? Take him a drink?”

  She shook her head. “He wouldn’t buy either of those, coming from me. Don’t worry about it. Just wait until he steps away from the stairs, then haul ass. And be quiet.” Then she turned and headed across the foyer without so much as a glance back.

  I tried not to watch her walk away, but failed miserably, and by the time I realized I was staring, she was in position. She walked right past the guard without a word, and I thought she’d changed her mind about the whole thing until he called out to her, though I couldn’t make out more than her name, from across the large foyer.

  I started across the floor, my hands in my pockets, prepared to claim I was looking for the restroom if I were accosted. The guard in front of the near staircase eyed me as I passed him, but when I didn’t try to race up the stairs at his back, he turned to stare into the party again, obviously disappointed that his post wasn’t closer to the action.

  There was a broad expanse of floor between the two sets of stairs, and in the center of that, opposite the double front doors, was a smaller set of doors leading to a courtyard in the middle of the house. Several couples milled outside, sitting on benches, drinking and nibbling from plates of those hors d’oeuvres Kori hated. I stood near the door, blocked from sight by the curve of stairs, listening to her conversation with the second guard. Which turned out to be less conversation than argument.

  “Look who’s playin’ dress up…” the guard said, but his tone was neither friendly nor flirty. “I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

  “And you never will again, if I have any say.”

  “You don’t, though, do you?” he said, and when she tried to keep walking, he grabbed her arm, hauling her close, his back to me and the staircase. And in that moment, I understood why she’d pulled away from me when I’d held her arm. “You don’t have a say in anything anymore, do you?”

  “Fuck off, David,” Kori snapped, and I started to step in, thinking that her plan had gone awry. Then she jerked free from his grip and walked off. When he took several steps after her, I realized this was how she’d planned to distract him. Not by flirting, but by pissing him off. She’d known he’d follow. Maybe they had some kind of history. A grudge, or a former fling.

  “I caught the show, you know,” the guard said softly, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. Which meant he had no idea I was there.

  I started to slip up the stairs, but then I noticed through the railing that Kori had gone still again, this time staring at the floor, fists clenched at her sides. “Shut up,” she whispered.

  The guard stepped closer, so close his chest almost touched her back, and I could see her tense when he leaned down to whisper into her ear, words so soft I had to strain to hear them. “All this time, turning your nose up at everyone who wanted a taste, busting balls and splitting skulls with impunity because Tower liked you. But look at you now. My, how the mighty have fallen…”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s a misquote,” she mumbled, as he circled her slowly, and I ducked behind the staircase again, out of sight, unless the guard on the other side of the foyer turned to look.

  “Fits, though, doesn’t it. The taller the pedestal, the harder the bitch on it crashes to the ground. Do you want to know what we saw?”

  “I want you to back the fuck off before I decide you’d look better with your nose on one side of your face.”

  “That was some messed up shit, Kori,” he continued, like she hadn’t even spoken. “I mean, I wanted to see you taken down a peg or two, but that was hard to watch, even for me. How you doin’ in the aftermath? Need a shoulder to—”

  The guard’s voice ended with the thunk of flesh against flesh, and I came forward until I could see him through the railing, lying flat on the floor, bleeding from his nose. Kori stood over him, feet spread in those stupid stilettos, bloodied fist still clenched from the blow.

  She thought I was already upstairs—I could tell by the look of pure rage on her face, something she wouldn’t have intentionally shown a recruit. She didn’t know what I’d seen or what I’d heard. Hell, I didn’t know what I’d heard. But it made my stomach churn.

  Aaron was right—they were monsters in human masks, and those masks were less convincing with every second I spent staring at them.

  The guard coughed at Kori’s feet and started to sit up, but she planted one pointy heel in his crotch to stop him. I glanced across the foyer at the other guard to make sure he wasn’t watching, and when I saw that he was staring at the party still going strong in the main part of the house, out of sight from my current position, I jogged silently up the stairs—hunched over so she wouldn’t see me—and into the first open, dark room I saw.

  Faintly, from below, I heard Kori’s heels click on marble, fading with each step as she headed for the front door.

  For one long moment, I stood frozen, listening for anything that would indicate the west wing—the employee wing, where Kori’d once lived—was currently populated. But I heard nothing. So I pressed my back against the wall with the door still open to the hall and closed my eyes, slowly drawing darkness toward me from every shadowed corner and shaded nook in the room. I called to it, from every darkened crack beneath every door in the hall. And the shadows began to coalesce around my feet, curling around my shins, wisps of pure darkness rolling over me.

  I lifted my hands, and the shadows rose with them, roiling around me, an inky oblivion, deeper and more satisfying than the shallow dark rendered useless by the infrared lighting grid I could feel overhead, blazing beyond the visible spectrum.

  The darkness was cool and quiet. It was peace given form and function. I could feel
it with every cell in my body, deep into the marrow of my bones. Into my soul. The darkness was mine to command.

  Until half a minute later, when Kori Daniels stepped out of it and onto my right foot.

  “Ow!” I laughed as the pointed toe of her dress shoe ground into my foot, and she stepped back immediately.

  “Sorry!” she whispered, and I felt rather than saw her trip over her own shoes in the absolute darkness. I reached out for her instinctively, but let go as soon as she’d regained balance. “You did this?” she whispered again, from inches away, and I realized that if I couldn’t see her, she couldn’t see me.

  “Yeah.”

  “Holy shit, that’s incredible,” she breathed. Something moved between us, and it took me a moment to realize she was spreading her arms in the shadow I’d made, like a child in the rain. “It’s like finding a watering hole in the desert. A shadow on the sun.”

  “Yeah, except I didn’t find it. I made it.” Couldn’t hurt to remind her how valuable I was.

  I began to let the darkness go, a little at a time, and slowly light filtered in again from the hallway, feeling much brighter than it should have, after the absolute darkness. “That was impressive,” she said, when she could see well enough that her gaze met mine in the shadows. “No wonder Jake wants you.”

  “He’s not the only one,” I said, and her brows rose in interest as she stepped back and glanced around at the unoccupied bedroom.

  “Oh? Who else is courting you, Mr. Holt?”

  “Ruben Cavazos, most notably,” I whispered, following her toward the door. “Along with a couple of the smaller syndicates on the West Coast.”

  “Cavazos.” She practically spit his name, stepping out of the first of her shoes. “You don’t want anything to do with him.”

  I laughed softly and tried not to notice the shape of her calves as she took off the second shoe. “I’d hardly expect you to endorse the competition.”

  Kori straightened, holding both shoes by the straps in one hand. “He fucking shot me.”

  “Cavazos shot you?” I could hear the surprise in my own voice.

  Instead of answering, she pulled the left shoulder strap of her dress down to expose a puckered scar on her shoulder, still pink and fresh. “Two months ago.”

  “What happened?”

  “Clash of the titans.” Barefoot, she peeked into the hall, then gestured for me to follow her. “Everyone fights for one side or the other.”

  “Are we sneaking?” I whispered, nodding at her shoes, wondering if I should take my own off.

  “Nah. There’s no one in this wing. I just hate heels.”

  I followed her down the hall and around the corner to the right. Three doors later, she turned left into a room with a billiard table in the center of the floor and a full-size bar along one wall. “Close the door,” she said over one shoulder as she dropped her shoes on the floor and headed for the bar.

  I pushed the door closed softly, then crossed the room and took a seat on the center bar stool while she took up the position of bartender.

  “What’ll it be?” She leaned forward with her elbows on the polished dark wood surface of the bar.

  “Scotch?”

  Kori rolled her eyes. “Of course you drink Scotch.”

  “Are you calling me a stereotype?”

  “Not yet, but if you don’t pull some surprises out of your hat soon, I suspect that moment is coming.” She dug beneath the bar and came up with a single short glass while I tried to decide how to respond to such a challenge. She wasn’t ready for any of my real surprises, and she never would be. Which was why I couldn’t get emotionally involved. Why I had to keep telling myself that she was just a hammer. A hammer with really nice legs, and eyes the color of good caramel, and…

  Focus.

  “Creating darkness wasn’t enough of a surprise?”

  She laughed. “It was a start. Ice?”

  “Four cubes.”

  Kori scooped ice into the glass and set a half-full bottle of very expensive Scotch in front of me. I held it up, examining the label, reluctantly impressed with Tower’s taste. “How much trouble will we be in if we get caught?”

  “We’re not going to get caught. If we hear footsteps, you make it dark, and I’ll make us disappear.” She produced a bottle of Grey Goose from beneath the counter, then circled the bar to sit on the stool next to mine. “There’s snack mix if you want, but you’re gonna have to serve yourself.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “This.” She twisted the lid off the bottle and gulped from it once, twice, three times, without flinching.

  “Rough night?” I asked, thinking about what I’d overheard.

  “Any night that sees me in three-inch heels and sequins is a rough night.” She set the bottle on the bar, the cork stopper still clasped in one hand. “But I’ve certainly seen worse.”

  I watched her, and after nearly a minute of staring off into space, she turned to face me. “What?”

  “You drink like a man.”

  She shrugged and glanced at the bottle I had yet to pour from. “One of us should.”

  I wanted to ask, but at the same time, I didn’t want to know. Whatever the guard—David—had seen done to her was none of my business, and it wasn’t relevant to the job at hand. I already knew Tower was the scum of the earth, without having to hear the specifics.

  And for no reason I could have explained, I didn’t want her to know I’d heard.

  “So, what do you think so far?” She tilted her bottle up again as I poured from mine, then she wiped her mouth with the back of one hand. “Seen anything yet worth signing over your soul for?”

  “Is that what I’d be signing away? My soul?” I happened to agree, but I was surprised to hear it from her.

  Kori blinked, like she’d just realized she’d said too much—that pesky honesty getting in the way again. But she recovered quickly. “Nah. Just five years of your life. The standard term of service for most syndicates.”

  “How close are you to the five-year mark?” I picked up my glass and sipped from it, savoring a liquor I could never personally afford, trying not to think about the fact that if I were alone with the other Daniels sister, this whole thing could be over in a matter of seconds. My objective hadn’t changed, but the strategy certainly had. Use one sister to get to the other. And to do that, I’d have to pretend to be recruitable.

  “Five years came and went nearly a year and a half ago.” She twisted to show me her left arm, and the two interlocking chain links tattooed there. Marks of service. “One for each term.”

  I’d already seen them, of course, and I already knew what they meant. She was six and a half years into a ten-year commitment to serve Jake Tower and his syndicate. Her oath had been sealed with two linking tattoos, each containing a tiny bit of his blood—a flesh binding. Until the day her commitment expired and her tattoos faded into the dull gray of dead marks, she would be compelled to follow his orders, or she would die fighting the compulsion.

  Syndicate service was a miserable way to live. And often a miserable way to die. Only three kinds of people joined voluntarily: the ignorant, the ambitious and the desperate.

  Which category did Kori fit into? Which would be most believable for me?

  “You must like it here, then, if you signed on for another term,” I said, trying to embrace the part I had to play.