J.B. glanced between us. “You think that because they hid his magical signature, he just won’t appear?”
“It makes sense,” Beezle said. “Unless Titania was with them—which is unlikely—the kidnappers would be using a bottled, quick-and-dirty spell. Titania wouldn’t be able to put a lot of complexity into that kind of spell.”
“Like when Nathaniel protected Bendith by hiding his magical essence with his own,” I said.
“Exactly,” Beezle said. “That’s complex magic. Titania wouldn’t be able to throw that kind of spell on a charm and hand it off to one of her flunkies. She could, however, put a more limited version of that spell on or in an object that a soldier could use to cast it.”
“Like a cloak,” I said. “Just enough to cover him up, make it harder for us to track him.”
“Yes,” Beezle said. “So, for a change, Maddy actually has a good and sensible idea. Look for dead space. All of you can do it, and we’ll be able to get this over and done with quickly.”
“Do you have a pressing appointment?” I asked.
“Yes, with a pumpernickel bagel, cream cheese and lox,” Beezle said.
We all stared at him.
“What? It’s breakfast time,” he said.
“Spread out a little,” I told the other two, ignoring Beezle. “Then we can each take a section. You can help, too, Beezle. You can look through the layers of reality for signs of a magic spell.”
Beezle flew off my shoulder, grumbling something about overworking an old gargoyle.
“I’m sure that old gargoyles shouldn’t be eating exciting things like cinnamon rolls and sausage pizza,” I called after him. “If you’re that infirm, I should probably limit you to porridge and prunes.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Beezle said.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Help, and stop complaining.”
“You might actually be sincere about this,” Beezle said. He flew a little distance away, glancing back over his shoulder like he wasn’t sure whether to take me seriously or not.
J.B. and Nathaniel had already flown a short distance away, spacing themselves out so they could cover the whole area. I concentrated hard, sending my power out as I did when I was searching for the portal on the alien world.
To my surprise, I found what I was looking for almost immediately. Directly below me was a nondescript brick building with a few grills on the roof, indicating that it was a residence. And on the top floor, I could sense the presence of exactly the dead space for which I was searching.
“Hey,” I called to the other three. They all looked up at me, and I pointed at the spot I had found.
“Are we still under the veil?” I asked Nathaniel. His magic was so light and nonintrusive, it was hard to tell.
He nodded. “Although it may not protect us from the fae. They are likely to see through it.”
“It’s not the fae I’m worried about,” I said. “It’s early, and people will be getting up for work. I don’t want anyone to see us landing on their neighbor’s roof.”
J.B. nodded. “And we have to make sure that the people in the building are unharmed.”
“So that means no tearing around, smashing and burning,” Beezle said pointedly to me. “I’d like to see you manage that.”
I decided it was best not to rise to the bait.
Nathaniel concentrated hard on the place I had indicated. “There is no need to worry. There are only two in the room besides Bendith, and no one else is present in the building.”
“Really?” I asked. “Isn’t that weird?”
“Perhaps they made sure that the humans were sent away before Bendith was kidnapped. It is an easy thing for the fae or the fallen to do. Human minds are very malleable. You simply set a spell so that any person who crosses the threshold suddenly decides to take a vacation, or stay late at work, or spend several hours shopping.”
I frowned. “I’ve never known a fae to care that much about the safety of humans.”
“Hey,” J.B. said in an insulted tone.
“You’re about as much fae as I am fallen,” I said impatiently. “You know and I know that we’re more human than anything. But you’re missing the point. Why would they send the humans away?”
“It might not have had anything to do with their safety,” Beezle pointed out. “Maybe they just didn’t want anyone to notice that they’re holding Bendith there. Humans might be very malleable, but they’re also very nosy. And they have a tendency to ask questions.”
I shook my head. “Yeah, but a fae would be able to glamour a human so that they would be distracted, or forget. They wouldn’t need to remove the people altogether. And I know that somebody must live in that building, because I don’t think faeries are that fond of barbecue.”
“So what are you thinking?” J.B. asked.
“There’s something going on here besides Bendith’s kidnapping,” I said. “I can’t put my finger on it. But there are all these little things that aren’t adding up. This can’t possibly be as simple as Titania wanting her son back.”
“Wouldn’t you do anything if you thought your son was taken from you?” Beezle asked.
Yes. Yes, I would, I thought. And I would probably do it with a lot less restraint than Titania has shown.
“We will approach cautiously,” Nathaniel said. “I cannot leave my brother there. He will expect me to come for him.”
For a moment I thought Nathaniel was Gabriel, and that he was talking about Samiel. They seemed so similar in that moment that my heart ached.
“Okay,” I said. But something was nagging at me. This didn’t feel right.
Beezle snuggled into the front pocket of my flannel shirt, which flopped loosely around me. Just his eyes and horns peered out over the edge. J.B., Nathaniel and I flew to the street level, landing on the sidewalk in front of the condo.
“I do not sense the presence of any special magic,” Nathaniel said. “Only the two inside with Bendith.”
He moved toward the front door. I halted him with a tug on his sleeve.
“What if it’s not Bendith?” I asked. “What if it’s something else?”
“Madeline, I must see,” Nathaniel said. “If it is him, I cannot leave him.”
“I understand,” I said, but my entire body tingled with tension.
I didn’t know why the others weren’t as concerned as I was. Usually I was the one rushing forward, heedless of danger. But everything about this felt like a trap. We had tracked Bendith too easily. The magic used to conceal him seemed clumsy, more of a lure than an effective cover.
Nathaniel climbed the steps to the front door. I think we all expected it to be locked, but it opened when he tugged on the handle.
I shook my head from side to side. “Uh-uh. That’s an invitation. Whatever is in there wants us inside.”
“How many times have you gone into a dangerous situation because you felt you must?” Nathaniel asked. “And I have always stood at your side.”
“I know,” I said. “But this is different. There’s something larger at stake.”
“What is at stake?” Nathaniel asked, moving through the lobby and up the stairs. I followed him, with J.B. taking up the last position in line.
It was too quiet. There should have been the sounds of people moving around inside their residences, the smell of the morning’s breakfast cooking on the stove. It seemed a haunted place, and cold passed through me like a shade.
“I don’t know,” I said, frustrated. “But we shouldn’t go any farther. Once we do, all the dominoes will fall.”
As I said this, I knew it to be true. Whatever happened next would set off a chain reaction that would affect everything.
“Daharan,” I whispered. “Help me.”
There was no answer. I had felt him earlier, when I’d used my power to destroy the Cimice eggs. But now I did not feel the strand of connection between us. It was like he was hidden from me. I’d felt this way before, when Lucifer had left our world for another. Had Dahar
an disappeared into another dimension after he’d confronted the Agency? And why would he do that when he’d told me that he would return to me?
My sense of dread increased with each step we took up the stairs. We reached the top floor. There were two apartment doors on either side of a small landing. A window hung between them, facing the street.
Nathaniel turned automatically toward the door to the right. I was so tense I felt sick. This was wrong. But I couldn’t leave. Nathaniel had put himself in danger for my sake more times than I could count. I couldn’t leave him. And J.B. wouldn’t leave me, so we were all in this together.
It seemed that time slowed, stretched out with unbearable tension. Nathaniel reached for the doorknob, turning it under his fingers.
The door swung open. We had just a moment to see the tableau before us. Bendith was tied to a chair, the cords wrapped around his body. His mouth was gagged. His blue eyes, the exact mirror of Nathaniel’s, widened when he saw us. On either side of him were two fae I did not know, both trussed up like Bendith.
Bendith began shaking his head and trying to shout through the gag. Nathaniel started to step over the threshold.
I sensed it just an instant before it happened.
“Nathaniel, no!” I cried, grabbing his arm, pulling him back.
And then the world exploded.
16
I HAD JUST A SECOND TO THROW A PROTECTIVE SPELL over the four of us. J.B. slammed into me from behind, wrenching me away from Nathaniel. He sped toward the window with me in his arms as the blast from the explosion licked at our heels.
We burst through the glass just ahead of the flame. I twisted out of his grasp, turning back to see Nathaniel emerge, unscathed, from inside the flame. My spell had worked. It had kept him safe.
There was a tremendous sound of impact as the flame reached the gas lines in the building, and the whole thing suddenly went up in a huge fireball.
Beezle peeked over the edge of my shirt pocket. “That’s magnificent, even for you.”
“I didn’t do that,” I said, irritated. “It’s just a coincidence that the building exploded. Someone else set a charge or a spell before we even got here.”
Beezle looked dubious. “Seems too convenient that someone else used your modus operandi. It’s almost like they knew you were going to be here.”
Nathaniel flew toward us like he was drunk, his face haggard and shocked. I met him in the air, taking his hands.
“Bendith,” he said hoarsely. “I could not . . . I could not . . .”
“I know,” I said.
Bendith was dead. Titania’s son was dead.
The sky above us turned a sickly, poison green. Clouds rolled in, swirling in a frantic circle above our heads.
“She’s coming,” I said. “The dominoes are falling.”
I felt a strange calm as I said this. The knot that had pulled so tight inside me was gone. The thing I had feared had happened. There was nothing left to do now except deal with the fallout.
“She?” Nathaniel said. He seemed numb, too wrapped in his own grief to realize what was happening.
“Titania,” I said.
The air around us crackled with tension, and then we heard it. A scream, a howl so complete in its pain that I felt it in the marrow of my bones. It started off softly, like it was far away, and then gathered in volume and intensity until I was forced to cover my ears so that they would not bleed, and still I could hear her, feel her screaming inside my brain and my heart, the grief of a mother who has lost her only child.
That grief went into the heart of me, into that place that lived every moment in fear for the life of my own son. Titania had been my enemy from the start, but I was sorry for her, more sorry than I could say. No one should have to feel pain like that.
Was this what Lucifer felt when he thought he’d lost Evangeline and his sons all those years ago? I thought with a sudden flash of insight. Or, worse, had he actually felt this way when I’d killed Baraqiel and Ramuell?
I hardly ever credited Lucifer with human feeling. God knows he had more children than could possibly be counted, and the ones I had met were pretty monstrous. But maybe that didn’t mean he loved them any less.
And just because it wasn’t in his nature to howl and rage at the sky didn’t mean that he wasn’t furious with me for killing them.
I don’t know why this had never bothered me before. Maybe it was because I was pregnant that I finally realized how it felt to be a parent, or maybe it was because Lucifer always acted like he cared about me. Everyone always talked about how obsessed he was with his bloodline, and I was part of that bloodline.
But a granddaughter several times removed couldn’t possibly hold the same rank as a child would in his heart.
J.B.’s voice broke into my reverie. “Um, maybe we should leave. Because Titania is going to be pretty upset, and like Beezle said, you’ve got a reputation for setting things on fire.”
“She’s going to blame me,” I said. It was strange how calm I felt as I said this. “Someone set me up. Someone manipulated us into coming here so that we could take the fall. Bendith was never taken by Titania’s men in the first place. Someone else’s agenda is at work here.”
J.B. tugged at my arm as the sky darkened more. “If you know you’re going to get blamed, then isn’t it better to leave the scene of the crime?”
“She’ll just chase me,” I said faintly, looking at the sky. “There’s nothing I can do to stop this.”
A showdown between Titania and me had been brewing for a while. She’d tried to kill me several times by proxy, but I didn’t think she was going to sit on her throne and try throwing a monster at me this time. She would want to feel my throat being crushed beneath her hands.
“Take Beezle,” I said, passing my gargoyle to J.B. “And get away. I’m going to try to lead her toward the lake, so nobody gets hurt.”
“Except you,” J.B. said.
“I won’t let her kill me,” I said, covering my belly with my hand. “I have too much to live for.”
Nathaniel finally seemed to come out of his shock-induced coma. “You are not going to battle the High Queen of Faerie.”
“You don’t get to decide,” I said. “The two of you are talking like I have a choice here. She’s going to think I killed Bendith. It doesn’t matter what the truth is, that I had nothing to do with it. I’m on the scene, and she hates me anyway. She’s going to hound me until I’m dead, no matter what. It’s better if we have this out now, while it’s just Titania. If I wait, she’ll raise an army against me and then I won’t have a prayer.”
Nathaniel grabbed me by the shoulders. “You don’t have a prayer now. She is an ancient thing, older even than Azazel. Even with all the depths of your power, she is stronger than you can imagine.”
“But she’s also mad with grief,” I said softly. “She won’t be thinking clearly. I will be.”
Nathaniel dropped his hands to his sides, his face shocked. “You mean to try to kill her.”
“You can’t,” J.B. said. “You could take out the whole city. Killing something that old and magical would be like setting off a nuclear bomb over Lake Michigan.”
“I can diminish her,” I said. “Like I did with Oberon.”
“This is ridiculous,” J.B said.
“I agree,” Nathaniel said.
Beezle only watched me with sad, steady eyes. “Maddy’s right. She has to do this now, or else Titania will never give her peace. But, Maddy . . .”
I waited for him to finish, my eyes on his.
“Don’t forget who you are,” he said finally.
“I won’t,” I promised, and kissed his forehead. “Now, go. I’m going to head toward the lake before the Wicked Witch appears.”
“Are you so sure she will follow you?” Nathaniel asked.
“Yes,” I said. “She’ll look for traces of magic, and she’ll know I was here. And once she knows that, she will follow me.”
“I do not
want to leave you alone,” Nathaniel said. “I sent you away from me once, and I thought I lost you forever. You cannot ask me to stand by and let you take this risk on your own.”
“You have to. It’s me she wants, me that she will engage. You’ll just get in the way,” I said, pushing him toward J.B. and Beezle. “I won’t die.”
“Do not make promises you cannot keep,” Nathaniel said. “Everything dies. You should know that better than anyone. You told me so yourself.”
“I do know,” I said. “But I won’t let Titania kill me.”
He reached for me, but I backed away, shaking my head. “I’m not going to kiss you good-bye. Because I am going to come back.”
I turned away then, speeding east over the city and toward Lake Michigan. I wished I felt as confident as I seemed. There was a very good chance that Titania would tear me to shreds. But I had to try to deal with her now, while she was grieving and presumably not thinking straight. I might never have a shot otherwise.
The storm in the sky grew, reaching its tentacles across Chicago. The city below was coated in green light.
I passed over the Loop, a busy hive of people hurrying to work. The El rumbled along its various tracks. Cabs discharged harried passengers in front of office buildings. No one seemed in the least concerned that a major unscheduled storm was brewing.
The sailboats had returned to the harbor with the advent of spring, and the boats were rocking on their moorings as the lake was whipped up by the atmosphere.
I wondered whether Alerian had returned to the lake, and whether he would help me if I needed it. I knew next to nothing about my mysterious uncle, but I didn’t get the same feeling of warmth and comfort from him that I got from Daharan. I didn’t think he would be inclined to stick his neck out for me, especially since he didn’t seem to like Lucifer much.
None of his brothers seemed to like Lucifer much, come to think of it.
I kept going until I was well away from the shore, and still I flew. I didn’t want Titania anywhere near my city. The people of Chicago had suffered more than enough already.
When I glanced behind me and saw that the skyline was nothing but a speck, I stopped and turned around. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest. I floated high above the surface of Lake Michigan, and wondered just what the hell I thought I was doing here.
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