Court of Shadows: (A Demons of Fire and Night Novel) (Institute of the Shadow Fae Book 1)

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by C. N. Crawford

“Please tell me we’re practicing with fake ones.”

  He nodded again.

  Good. That meant if we accidentally stabbed each other while we were practicing, we wouldn’t end up in the shadow hell.

  Before I could ask another question, Ruadan was off again, shadow-leaping to the abandoned tracks.

  We jumped and whooshed all over the park, blocking each other’s attacks. We whirled through the darkness, slowly getting to know each other’s quirks. Ruadan had a certain rhythm to his movements, moving slowly then fast again, and I started to be able to anticipate his jumps. He was aggressive but controlled, striking diagonally, aiming for my shoulder each time. Occasionally, he’d arc around to the side. Either he was certain I’d parry each strike, or he felt very confident in his healing skills, because he didn’t seem to be holding back.

  Our pace sped up, and I moved like a lunar wind, skimming over the ground. The faster I moved, the more the magic started frosting my veins, and emptiness welled between my ribs. Apparently, there was a limit to how much shadow magic I could channel at one time, and my legs began trembling.

  Baleros’s thirteenth law of power. Don’t let your opponent see your weaknesses. And never admit defeat.

  The shadow magic sent my teeth chattering, but I didn’t want to relent, not while Ruadan was still leaping from shadow to shadow, evading me. I needed to keep going, to prove to him I wasn’t just a bar-brawling, whiskey-swilling waste of space.

  Crush your enemy completely.

  I let the shadow magic flood me, surging through my bones. As I flew across the park, emptiness billowed in my chest, and my mind flashed with images of a dirt floor, the bottom of a cage. Twelve dead fae by my feet, skin rotting, turning black….

  The void was eating at me, and long-buried memories started to surface. Once, Baleros had given me a butterscotch sweet. I had been seventeen, far too old to be impressed by sweets, but I’d snatched it up from the dirt. I’d kept it with me in the cage, refusing to eat it.

  You have a pathetic tendency to grow attached to anyone who shows you the smallest bit of kindness.

  Baleros was right about me.

  Cold fury erupted. I gritted my teeth, fighting to control the shadow power. I wanted blood. I wanted to win.

  I had a vague sense that Ruadan wanted to stop, now, that the training was over, that I’d lost control of the magic, but Baleros’s voice rang in my head.

  Crush your enemy completely.

  Our swords sparked like stars in the night sky until a blast of frosted air whipped around me. My skin felt like cracking ice.

  I wanted to leap again, but I’d lost track of Ruadan. Then, two powerful arms clamped around my torso, pinning my own arms down, and Ruadan’s muscled body pressed hard against me from behind.

  His grip dominated me, and he squeezed my wrist hard until I dropped my dagger. It clanged against the stones.

  At this point, I realized how violently I was shaking.

  From behind me, Ruadan reached under my shirt and pressed his palm flat against my belly. Slowly, the flood of shadow magic began to even out again, and I slumped against him. Still, the surge of magic had depleted all of my energy, and my eyes were already starting to close.

  Ruadan slipped an arm under my back, one under my legs as he lifted me.

  And then, I rested my head on his powerful chest, and breathed in the scent of pine.

  I woke on Ruadan’s cold flagstone floor. Nectarine light poured in through the windows. Was it sunrise? No, the sun didn’t hit this side of the building in the morning. I blinked. Sunset, then. I’d slept a very long time.

  I reached for the pendant at my throat, only to realize someone had taken it off before laying me down.

  I rubbed my eyes, and it took me a few seconds to realize that a blanket covered me. And a pillow—a gods-damned pillow lay on the floor.

  I glanced across the room to find Ruadan dressing, strapping a series of knives to his waist.

  Had he really given me a blanket and pillow? It was the first really kind thing he’d done for me. It was the first indication that he cared about my comfort beyond just seeing me to survive as part of his duty. I lifted the blanket to my nose, breathing in the scent of pine.

  I scanned the room. A pie stood on the table, steam curling from its crust, and my stomach rumbled. Had he got me food as well? Last night, when we’d trained in the park, a sort of battle fury had taken over me. Ruadan had been my enemy. But what if he wasn’t? What if he actually liked me?

  But as soon as I glanced at the arsenal on his wall once more, I froze. I was doing it again. My tendency to grow pathetically attached to anyone who showed me the smallest bit of kindness. Something sharp and cold pierced my chest.

  Last night in the park, I’d felt completely overwhelmed by our kiss. It had ripped the world out from under my feet and left me in a free fall. But of course, it had just been part of the training, a way to get me to channel shadow magic. If Baleros had been able to channel magic that way, he would have. Now, I was letting Ruadan toy with my emotions.

  Ruadan was being kind. And what had Baleros taught me about kindness? It gave a mentor power over their student. It made the recipient a slave.

  Think about this carefully, Arianna. What had he done with his last two novices? He’d executed them. His own words. He’d execute me if he thought it necessary. As soon as Grand Master Savus gave the order, Ruadan would have my neck on the block, iron sword raised. He’d take my head clean off. He’d told me this much.

  So what were the blanket and the pillow for?

  He was Balerosing me, again. He fought like Baleros. He used my old master’s moves. He’d trained with Baleros—maybe was even trained by Baleros. And this was my fucking butterscotch sweet, the pathetic trinket I’d cling onto at the bottom of a dirt cage. This was my strawberry. The smallest bit of kindness….

  I rose, my legs shaking, picking up the blanket as I did.

  “I don’t need a fucking blanket,” I shouted. “Or a pillow. Got it?”

  Ruadan whirled.

  “I sleep on the floor. I look after myself. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it always will be. I don’t need this fucking pillow.” Anger flooded me, and I threw it at him. I knew how this worked. He’d throw me a few tokens, and I’d be his to control until it was time to lay my head on the chopping block. The betrayal would kill me before the blade ever did. I wouldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let myself die inside. “I don’t need your fucking butterscotch sweets.”

  Ruadan’s brow furrowed, surprise etched across his perfect features.

  Point one to me, Baleros. Never let your enemy anticipate your actions. Ruadan had definitely not been expecting me to yell at him about butterscotch sweets.

  “It’s a metaphor,” I explained. Careful, Arianna. Careful. I couldn’t let him know how well I knew Baleros. Already, my rage was fizzling out. “Never mind. I just don’t need a blanket. I can sleep on the floor, and please don’t pretend to be nice to me because I know what you’re doing.”

  Now, he looked irritated, and he pointed sharply at the pie, shadows whipping around him in savage arcs. Apparently, he’d heard my stomach rumble, and he’d assessed—correctly—that at least part of my fury had to do with my hunger.

  I crossed to the table. “Thanks for the food. I understand that you need to keep me fed and to keep me from freezing to death.”

  I sat down at the stone table, my mouth already watering. Potato and leek pie with gravy this time. Gods below, I no longer cared if he was trying to manipulate me, I wanted to wrap him up in my arms for getting me this pie. It melted in my mouth, rich and buttery.

  “So I slept all day,” I said.

  He nodded, then sat across from me, his enormous form looming over the table.

  My limbs still ached. “I guess the shadow magic burned me out a little.”

  It was actually damned lucky I’d been paired with Ruadan. While all of the other novices had been tra
ining someone with magic since birth, I’d needed someone part incubus to help me manage the full force of the magic. Someone to unfreeze me a little.

  Ruadan pulled out a piece of paper, and he wrote

  While you’re focused on crushing your opponent, you’re letting the magic overwhelm you. Remember to ground the magic in the earth below you, so you don’t burn out.

  “I’ll be fine.” I took another bite of the pie. “So, when do we go after this nest of incubi?”

  In a few hours.

  I leaned back in my chair. I wasn’t exactly ready for this, but I’d gone into battle unprepared before. And I’d lived.

  I glanced at the pillow on the floor, and the feathers that had tumbled onto the stone. Somehow, the damn pillow—that little hint of kindness—scared me more than the incubi.

  Chapter 22

  Under one of the dark arches—in the same park where I’d practiced with Ruadan—I stood in a line of novices. We were waiting for Grand Master Savus’s arrival to give us the reaping command. The burnt car from last night had stopped smoking and now stood, blackened, among the other rubbish in the archway—old fridges, a children’s plastic shopping trolley. Newspapers, egg cartons, and abandoned sneakers lay strewn around our feet.

  And Aengus had promised me a life of glamour among the Shadow Fae.

  From what I understood, the incubus nest wasn’t far from here. In fact, somewhere nearby, they’d taken over a nightclub.

  Maddan narrowed his eyes at my skimpy clothing—a short skirt, a low-cut silk shirt, and no bra. “Whore,” he whispered.

  Fuckwit. I wasn’t going to argue with him, because it served no purpose. He had no idea what he was in for, anyway.

  The fae males had no gods-damned clue that they were at a distinct disadvantage for this trial. None of the males had any idea how nightclubs worked in the human realm. They’d never been to a bar, or stood outside trying to get into an exclusive nightclub by showing just the right amount of cleavage. They probably planned to simply waltz up to the door and demand entry. They’d concealed their pointed ears and left the oak leaves at home. But beyond that, they wouldn’t fit in at all.

  Melusine and I, on the other hand, were perfectly attired for the occasion. Our skimpy clothing was our ticket into the incubi’s nightclub.

  I brushed my fingertips over the misericorde reaping dagger concealed by my side.

  If the fae males somehow managed to get into the club, the advantage would shift. Incubus lust magic only worked on females. Melusine and I could possibly end up wildly distracted.

  In any case, the most important thing to remember for tonight’s trial was that one stray prick of our daggers would mean an eternity in hell. If we accidentally stabbed ourselves, it was straight to the void forever. And that might explain why the males were a little bit jumpy this evening.

  The barguest growled. “Once you get in the club, whores, and sniff that incubus magic, you’ll be rutting like bitches in heat.”

  “Are you suggesting that I’m dog-like? You literally transform into a—” I sighed. “Never mind.” Not even worth it. He was an idiot, and he probably wouldn’t survive this task.

  The barguest growled again, but the echoing of footfalls in the archway and the thickening of mist cut him short.

  Grand Master Savus stepped out of the archway’s shadows, and the novices went quiet. A steady stream of water droplets dripped from above.

  I shoved my hand into my pocket, brushing my fingertips over the lumen crystal. Someday, when I was living as a fugitive, the crystal would be mine.

  Savus prowled before us. “Tonight, you will be reaping souls in a crowded nightclub. We will be watching to see how you perform. Stealth, efficiency, and discretion will be noted. Commoners fear us, but we do not like to call attention to ourselves more than necessary. If humans become too afraid, they will grow restless. Agitated. Our fragile alliance will crumble. Humans can be so irrational. What’s more, you are novices. You are not Knights of the Shadow Fae. You may not present yourselves as Knights of the Shadow Fae. Tonight, you will disguise yourselves as humans.”

  Savus steepled his fingers.

  “You all have your lumen stones, yes? Please be aware that these are extremely valuable. Any novice who loses their lumen stone can expect to meet their end with the blade of an iron ax.”

  Crikey. I was starting to think the knights were a little overeager to get the iron axes out.

  I clasped the necklace around the back of my neck, and my body surged with an icy jolt of shadow magic. Just as Ruadan had instructed, I used the stones beneath my feet to ground the power, channeling the magic evenly. I sucked in a deep, shaking breath as the power imbued my muscles and bones.

  Savus crossed to the archway’s opening, pointing to the street that lined the far end of the park. “Find the incubi’s nightclub. Enter discreetly, posing as humans. Reap incubus souls. Remember—we kill in the shadows. And if you don’t remain discreet, you will likely end up dead. We believe many incubi lurk in there, and they will slither from the shadows to slaughter you if they discover your presence. Don’t cause a scene.”

  I shot a glance to the barguest, once again convinced he’d die before the night was over. I could not say the thought brought me distress.

  “Wait until I issue the command,” Savus cautioned.

  Along with the shadow magic in my veins, adrenaline arced through my blood. When I glanced at the other novices, starlight seemed to spark in their eyes. The magic of Nyxobas pulsed through us, just as it did with Ruadan.

  The barguest growled low under his breath. Shadows whipped violently around Maddan—the prince—tinging his auburn hair with darkness. A cold night wind rippled over my body, and I drew my dagger from its sheath.

  By my side, Melusine was muttering to herself. Enter silently, send them all to hell. Enter silently, send them all to hell. Enter silently, send them all to hell.

  Her mumblings, combined with her sweet face, had a deeply unnerving affect.

  I turned to Melusine, whispering audibly, “Maddan is probably going to do something stupid, like miss the goat pen altogether.”

  Melusine frowned, ready to argue with me that we should miss the goat pen, that the goat was a belligerent monster who’d slam us into the mud repeatedly, worse than the incubi. But I held up a finger to silence her. Understanding dawned on her features, and she laughed a little too loudly. “Haha. Yeah. He’d be just that stupid. Miss the goat pen.”

  I stared across the park, beyond the farm, where the streetlights twinkled. With the coldness of the shadow magic chilling me, I wanted their warmth. I longed for light right now.

  “Now,” said Savus. “Go forth and reap.”

  Shadows spilled through my blood like ink, and I mentally fused with the pool of darkness just before the goat pen. I jumped, zooming through the air and landing softly in the wet grass outside the fence.

  The barguest hurled himself into the pen, landing just before the goat, who immediately slammed into him. Of course he was the stupidest one.

  Melusine and I were already moving on, jumping beyond the farm, toward the yellow streetlights.

  Savus hadn’t told us where to find the nightclub, and that was part of the test. As we moved closer to the main street, I sniffed the air, tuning into the smell of electric magic. It was the lightning-storm smell of night magic and of incubi. As I jumped into a shadowy alleyway on the main street, I homed in on the shadow magic—powerful under the smell of beer, sweat, and rubbish.

  Graffitti-covered walls lined either side of a narrow main street. With its streetlights and club signs, there were fewer shadows, but I found them behind a line of food trucks, and by zigzagging across the street into narrow alleyways.

  Partygoers staggered down the road, some of them singing loudly. I knew this neighborhood—it was one where everyone went to get completely hammered, and I was quickly realizing that we didn’t need to worry about discretion too much. You could run down this s
treet in a flaming squirrel costume and most people wouldn’t notice.

  As I moved, I smelled the mossy scent of fae, and I caught a glimpse of bright red swooping past me.

  Dammit. Maddan was getting ahead of me. Oh well. Let him burn himself out. He wasn’t getting into the club, and maybe I could just let him lead me to it.

  I tracked his movements to a dark alleyway that cut between two Victorian brick buildings. The prince was right on target, because the scent of incubi grew stronger here. In fact, I could already feel their magic sweeping over my skin in a rush of tingles. Even outside the club, my body was heating. No wonder they’d attracted a long line of human females. It was starting to become clear to me that infiltrating a nest of incubi would be distracting as hell, but at least Ruadan wasn’t lingering around, making it worse with his stupidly beautiful face.

  In the alleyway, the humans chatted to each other and toyed with their cell phones. Despite the fact—or perhaps because of the fact—that no sign marked the entrance to the incubi’s club, this was apparently the hottest spot in the city tonight.

  Maddan strutted on in front of me, every inch the royal fae. He’d left his oak leaves home tonight, but with his rigid posture and imperious glare, he still looked like a weirdo among the humans.

  Getting into the club wasn’t as easy as just shadow-leaping inside. You had to see a spot in order to shadow-jump to it, and a brick wall blocked our entrance—not to mention the two bouncers built like brick shit-houses. We were disguised as humans, but even if we weren’t, the bouncers might not care. In London, nightclub bouncers might be the single group of humans unafraid of spell-slayers.

  I glanced behind me, relieved to find that Melusine had followed hot on my heels, spine straight to emphasize her boobs. The girl was smart, even if she literally couldn’t use a sword to save her life.

  The barguest and Sea Monster shoved past us. Already, I could see the bouncers scowling at them. No way in hell were these fae males getting inside the front entrance. Unless they wanted to slaughter some humans in front of a crowd, they’d be forced to skulk belowground, trying to find a way in through the sewers.

 

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