The Shadow Stealer (Silver Moon Saga Book 3)

by Melissa Giorgio

  Chapter Thirty-four

  I stared at her. “Wait. Let me turn the water off, because clearly I didn’t hear you correctly. The spell comes from—”

  “Demons,” Mom said again. “I know how crazy this sounds, considering how much hatred Silver Moon has for demons, but something like this? You don’t just pick up a spell book and find it in there.”

  After learning some of Silver Moon’s darker secrets, it actually didn’t sound crazy at all. But what the heck was Nina doing, casting demon magic? Talk about being a giant hypocrite.

  Unless she hadn’t known. Although how she’d missed something as major as that was beyond me, but what if she’d been tricked?

  By who? Collins? It made sense, considering Mom saw him playing with demons at HQ. Then I had a thought so terrifying that I accidentally knocked over a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

  Nina, I thought as I scrambled to pick up the bottle before it poured its entire contents onto the floor. Nina was Collins’s student.

  Holy. Freaking. Crap.

  I could feel Mom’s eyes on me as I cleaned up the spill with shaking hands. No offense to her, but I wanted to tell Rafe what I’d just discovered before sharing it with her. Was it awful that I trusted my boyfriend over my mom? I wasn’t sure, and to distract myself from thinking about it I took a moment to put away the rest of the supplies. Spotting the bottle of Rafe’s magic fizzy stuff, I shut the cabinet doors and stood up, showing it to her. “I want to put this on Rafe’s wound; is that okay?”

  Mom’s eyes went distant. “I haven’t seen that in years…”

  “It’s pretty cool. I like this and the stuff they use to make the demon blood vanish. Oh, and the silverflame!” I exclaimed, growing excited despite the serious situation.

  Mom smiled at my rambles. “You can bandage wounds, you know about silverflame… You’ve learned a lot about this life, haven’t you? I tried so hard to shelter you from it and—”

  “And then I met Rafe,” I said.

  “Maybe you were always destined to learn about it.” She fell silent, looking troubled, and I shook the bottle to get her attention. “Oh. Yes. You can put that on his wound. It won’t harm him, if that’s what you’re worried about. Whoever worked on counteracting the spell originally did a very good job, but they missed a tiny sliver, which is expected. It’s what makes that spell so nasty. It hides itself, and only an extremely advanced magic user will see it.”

  “So you’ve seen this before?” I asked.

  “Unfortunately, yes. Most of the time, a person doesn’t know what they’re getting into when they summon a demon.” Mom paused to unconsciously touch her bandaged hand. “Not all demons are bloodthirsty killers. Some, like the one I summoned, like to play with their victims by using something like the parasite spell on them. They’d rather they suffered.” Mom placed her injured hand over mine. “I don’t want to scare you, Gabi, but if this spell had been left inside of Rafe, he eventually would have died.” She must have seen the horror on my face because she quickly added, “He’s fine now. I promise you. The spell is gone. It’ll take him a few days to regain his strength, but once he does, he’ll be able to function again without the pain.” She shook her head. “Honestly, that boy is a lot stronger than I think any of us realizes. He’s been walking around for two months, probably in unbearable pain, but if I hadn’t seen the wound myself, I don’t think I ever would have realized what was wrong.”

  I gripped the sink for support. “That’s Rafe. He never complains. I need to work on fixing that.”

  “You love him,” Mom said, “don’t you?” She wasn’t saying it accusingly, but rather, curiously.

  “I do.” My answer was immediate, despite how awkward it was to talk about this stuff with her. I’d once complained to Rafe about not having a mom to discuss boys and heartbreak with, never ever imagining that in the very near future, I would get the chance to do so.

  Well, it wasn’t like I was about to start talking about sex or anything like that (I’d rather face a demon, to be honest), but I could say I loved him. Because I did, and whenever I said it, it made me feel light and happy, and I could forget about my problems for a little bit.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about my daughter dating someone from Silver Moon, but…” Mom trailed off and looked away. “I don’t think I have a right to say anything, after being absent for so long. And besides, if I had the chance to pick a boyfriend for you, I would want it to be someone like Rafe.”

  “He’s the best,” I said, my voice surging with emotion. “The absolute sweetest, most caring boy ever. I really don’t deserve him, Mom. I’m bossy and snarky and demanding and he doesn’t even care. In fact, that’s the stuff he says he loves about me the most! Isn’t that weird?”

  Mom chuckled. “Love is weird, Gabi. Very, very weird.”

  I wondered who she was thinking of when said that: Dad or Charles? Or maybe both of them? Bleh, I still couldn’t get used to the idea of my mom with Charles of all people. Too. Creepy.

  “Let me see how Rafe is doing,” I said, using my boyfriend as an excuse to worm my way out of the conversation before it ventured into dangerous territory.

  “Not too long.” At my blank look, she explained, “We need to catch the bus and get you back home before your father comes home, right?”

  Right. I was grounded. And if Dad got home before I did… “But I don’t want to leave Rafe.”

  “All he’s going to do is sleep. I’d stay with him, but you wanted to talk, didn’t you? And I assume it’s about something other than your love life.”

  “You’re right.” My shoulders slumped in disappointment. And here I was, planning on taking care of Rafe for the rest of the evening! “Okay, just give me a few.”

  “I’ll just watch TV with the volume turned up while the two of you spend some alone time in his bedroom,” she said evilly as I ran out of the bathroom, my face bright red.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  I stepped quietly into Rafe’s bedroom, not wanting to disturb him in case he’d fallen asleep, only to find him sprawled out in bed with Bo nuzzling his neck. Bo’s purrs filled the room, and my boyfriend wore a peaceful expression on his face as he slowly pet the cat. “Seriously?” I put my hands on my hips. “Should I give you guys a moment?”

  As if he could understand me, Bo pressed his head against Rafe, his purrs increasing in volume. Rafe chuckled as I began growling. “There’s enough of me to share. Since I’m so huge and all, right?” He patted the spot next to him on the bed, and I came around, sitting down and showing him the bottle. After sitting up—which Bo complained about with a loud meow—Rafe lifted his shirt and I applied the liquid. It did the same fizzing thing as last time, and I sat back, satisfied that it had worked.

  “How do you feel? And tell me the truth, Rafe. Don’t pretend you’re okay if you’re not.”

  Rafe settled back down, Bo resuming his place once more as I watched enviously. I swore the cat threw me a smug look, too, before shoving his face against Rafe’s neck. Grr! That should be me snuggling up to my boyfriend!

  “I feel…” he started, before pausing with a small frown on his face. “Sore. And tired. Like I just went a week without sleep.”

  “You need to rest.” I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. When I pulled away a few moments later, he grinned up at me, his eyes sparkling with humor. “What?” I asked, suspicious.

  “That’s your idea of rest?”

  I scowled. “No, that was my goodbye kiss, because I have to go.” Rafe’s grin quickly faded away. “You know I would stay if I could—god, I hate leaving you—but if Mom and I don’t catch the next bus, I’m going to be in a load of trouble. Forget two weeks; Dad will ground me for the rest of my life!”

  Rafe struggled into a sitting position once more. “Let me just grab my keys and I’ll drive you—”

  “No!” I put my hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down. “Didn’t you hear me? We’re going to take the bus.” I t
ried to give him a bright smile, but I was certain I ended up looking like I had a stomach ache. “It’ll be a chance for me and Mom to catch up on everything.”

  Rafe nodded. “You’re right, it will. I know you’re worried about letting her in again, and I completely understand why, but there’s still so much she needs to tell you. And if she can help you keep Silver Moon and the demon away, then…”

  “I need her,” I finished. “I need her around, and I need her in my life.” I dropped my eyes, staring at the blankets gathered around his waist. “I just don’t know what I’ll do if she leaves me again.”

  His hand circled around mine, entwining our fingers together. “You’ll be fine. You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, Gabi. And besides,” he continued, “you have me. You’ll always have me.”

  Instead of answering, I kissed him long and hard.

  A few minutes later, Rafe broke away with a reluctant chuckle. “She’s still in the next room, isn’t she?”

  “Yep. Watching TV and waiting for us to…” I couldn’t even finish that sentence without blushing. To distract myself, I checked the wound again. The scar had faded from red to a pale pink, now looking like an old injury. Like what it should look like, two months later, I thought. The swelling had gone down, and his skin felt cooler when I touched it. Rafe’s breath hitched in his throat as my fingers trailed across his stomach, and I laughed softly. I really wasn’t helping matters by touching him like that, but I couldn’t help myself. After nearly losing him, and then watching him struggle for two months—

  Damn. It was taking all of my self-control to not throw myself at him.

  Mom, I reminded myself. Mom is in the next room. Behave yourself, Gabi.

  “Mom said this was demon magic,” I said, dragging my eyes from the scar to his face so I could see his reaction. Surprise warred with disbelief.

  “Demon magic? Nina wouldn’t use a spell that came from demons.”

  “She would if Collins was her master.”

  Rafe’s mouth parted open, too shocked to speak.

  “Yeah, tell me about it.” I nodded. “That’s gotta be it, right? Mom saw Collins casting demon magic, Nina used demon magic on you… Who else could have taught her something like that? But holy crap, Rafe, are there any Silver Moon hunters who are actually decent people and kill demons instead of fraternizing with them? Besides you guys, I mean.”

  “I have no idea,” he said, his face a mixture of anger and disgust.

  “But maybe Nina didn’t know.” I hated that I was defending her, after everything she did, but I had a feeling I was right. “Maybe he tricked her and told her it was dark magic.”

  “That’s possible,” he admitted slowly. “I just can’t believe none of us realized this sooner! He couldn’t have Phil, Evan, or Kain because their parents all said no, so he went for Nina. She was an orphan, and she probably felt flattered by all the attention.”

  Another disturbing thought occurred to me. “Do you think she told him about what I can do? Before she attacked me, I mean.”

  “If she did, he wouldn’t have let you go the other day when he saw you,” Rafe said, always the voice of reason. But he was right. Collins would have snatched me up immediately, looking for revenge after the loss of his apprentice.

  And, you know, to dissect me.

  “Can I…” I tightened my grip on his hand. “Can I tell Mom about what we think Collins did to your parents? You can say no if you want. But she might know something that could help us…”

  He fell silent, mulling over my request. “If your mom has information, then we need to hear it. So go ahead, tell her everything. I don’t mind.” Rafe wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. I was careful to avoid squeezing him too hard. “But thank you for asking me first.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered against his chest. “You’ve been through so much already. It would kill me if I hurt you, too.”

  “You could never.”

  I leaned in to kiss him again, but I accidentally squished Bo in the process, and he yowled in protest. Startled, I jerked away while Rafe began laughing. “Stupid cat,” I snapped.

  “Aww, don’t be mean to Bo.”

  “I feel like he’s watching us,” I grumbled. “Like a chaperone. Or a really jealous…cat-boyfriend?”

  Rafe laughed harder. “A cat-boyfriend?” As if to emphasize my point, Bo shot me a dirty look before rubbing his nose against Rafe’s. Oh my god, these two!

  “Okay, that’s my cue to leave. You guys obviously need to be alone.” I slid off the bed but Rafe caught me by the wrist before I could walk away.

  “Wait.”

  I paused. “What’s wrong?”

  “Will you go to prom with me?” he asked in a rush, his cheeks turning pink.

  My mouth dropped open. “You didn’t just ask me that, did you?”

  “Um, maybe?” he said nervously. “I figured I should ask you now, in my weakened state, so you would feel too guilty to say no.”

  If my jaw fell any further, it would hit the floor. “Do you really think I’d say no?” I threw my free hand in the air. “I know I hate dances, but it’s the freaking prom, Rafe! And I’m your freaking girlfriend! I’ll have you know Penny and I already started looking for dresses, and we found a couple that will make your head explode.” I laughed wickedly as his blush deepened. “So, yes, I’ll go to the prom with you, you big dummy.”

  “You are so evil,” he mumbled.

  “I know!” I said before I flounced out of the room, still laughing.

  “Everything okay?” Mom asked. Color had returned to her face, and she was sitting on the couch, her posture relaxed. I was glad to see her looking better, although she was holding her hand in an awkward position, like it hurt her. Should I have used the fizzing stuff on her? But when she noticed me staring at her hand, she rested it on her lap and flashed me a smile, her way of telling me not to worry about it.

  “Yeah.” I waved a hand dismissively in answer to her question. “Rafe just asked me to go to prom with him, and for some reason he thought I was going to say no.”

  “Prom…” Mom sighed wistfully, and I gave her a surprised look. She’d never been a girly-girl—in fact, growing up, I’d almost never seen her in dresses or skirts, and she never wore makeup—and yet there was something about the word “prom” that transformed her into a gleeful teenager. “Have you looked for dresses yet?”

  “Me and Penny started. I haven’t made my choice yet, though.”

  She smiled dreamily. “I can’t wait to see you all dressed up. You’re going to look gorgeous.”

  Her excitement was contagious, and a matching smile blossomed on my face. “Hell yeah.” As much as I wanted to stand around and discuss prom with her, I knew we had to go. Casting one last, longing look at Rafe’s bedroom—I would give just about anything to stay and continue teasing him, I really would—I said, “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Throughout the bus ride I kept glancing at my phone in case Rafe called to say he needed me, but I should have known better. The boy could be bleeding out of his ears and he would say nothing because he wouldn’t want to interrupt my time with Mom. I did believe Mom when she said Rafe was going to be fine, but I still hated the thought of him home alone. After a moment’s hesitation, I tapped a quick message to Evan, asking him to come home soon.

  He responded quickly: Is everything okay?

  My mom discovered a piece of the spell you and Kain missed still inside Rafe.

  Evan: @#)$(*#@$*)(@#$!!!!

  (Seriously, that’s what his text read.)

  My fingers flew over my phone as I reassured Evan that Mom used magic to remove the spell completely. He’s recovering, but someone should be with him.

  And you want that someone to be me? Evan wrote back. Isn’t this a perfect opportunity to dress up as a sexy nurse and “take care of him”?

  The problem with texting Evan was I co
uldn’t cut him off midsentence to tell him what an idiot he was. Fuming, I waited a few minutes before typing back: I’m grounded.

  Oh. That explains a lot. Next train leaves in an hour.

  Relief washed over me like a warm summer breeze. I knew Evan would come through. He said the stupidest things ever, but when it came down to it, he was a good guy. Sure, he made dumb choices, but didn’t we all?

  The bus pulled up to our stop and Mom and I disembarked. If she’d been annoyed with me texting the entire bus ride, she hadn’t let me know. I still wanted to talk, but could we really discuss demons and spells on the bus?

  “We have some time before Dad comes home,” I told her as we walked home. “And Chloe was going to her friend Tori’s house. So we can talk without worrying about them overhearing anything.”

  “Did you ever…think about telling them what you can do?”

  I shot her an incredulous look. “You’re kidding, right? ‘Hey Dad, guess what me and Rafe did today? We cut a demon’s head off! And afterwards, I healed a giant gaping wound in Rafe’s chest, just for fun!’” I skirted around an icy patch on the sidewalk before continuing. “How well do you think that would have gone over with him? And forget Chloe. She wouldn’t have believed me. I mean, she did see a demon and all—”

  “What?” Mom’s eyebrows rose.

  “Oh, not like that. Not like how we can See them.” I filled her in on what had happened with Davenport. “I asked Evan to erase her memories. It was pretty traumatic, and I didn’t want her living with that stuff.” We’d reached my house, and I paused before mounting the porch steps. “Do you think that was the wrong thing to do?”

  “No, I don’t,” she said without hesitation. “You’re right; that was an awful thing for someone to go through, and she’s better off forgetting it. I didn’t want this life for either of you girls, Gabi. I was so glad when neither one of you took after me, in terms of magic. I’m sorry you have the Sight, though.”

  “I’m not.” I said that so fiercely that Mom looked at me in surprise. “No, really, I’m not. Without it, I never would have met Rafe that night.”