by Jenna Black
Foreman squirmed. “Um …” He cleared his throat. “We’re trying to shorten the waiting list for demons who want to walk the Mortal Plain. The Spirit Society has been recruiting hard, but they haven’t been able to provide enough willing hosts. So we were trying to … make more hosts available.”
“You do understand that that’s against the law,” Adam said in a suspiciously mild voice.
Foreman shuddered. “I know. But I didn’t have much choice.”
“Oh? I thought you said this was your recruitment team.”
“No, I said it was supposed to be.”
“Meaning what, exactly?”
“Meaning I’m not really running it. I’m just the stalking horse. Anyone who isn’t one hundred percent trustworthy thinks I’m in charge. Only I’m not.”
“So Bradley Cooper wasn’t one hundred percent trustworthy?”
Foreman started at the mention of Cooper’s name. “I wouldn’t have expected him even to know my name. Humans, by definition, aren’t trustworthy.”
This time, I couldn’t suppress my outrage. “Gee, could that be because you’re pulling an Invasion of the Body Snatchers on us and trying to make us into your handy-dandy puppets?”
Adam made a growling sound from deep in his throat. “Shut up!” he snarled at me. “If one more person butts in, I’m going to kick you all out of the room.”
Raphael snickered, and for once I got his humor. With three members of the royal family present, Adam wasn’t kicking anyone out unless they wanted to go.
I shut up, but that didn’t stop me from giving Foreman a death glare, which he ignored. I guess with Adam looming over him like that, the rest of us didn’t seem all that threatening.
“So if you’re not really in charge, who is?”
Foreman took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he answered. “His name is Julius. He’s not a royal, but he’s definitely of the elite. And his host was a football player in college. He’s about three hundred pounds of pure muscle.”
Adam shrugged. “It doesn’t matter how big he is. A Taser will stop him like anyone else.”
“You’d have to find him first. He didn’t trust me anymore, so I’m sure he’s been having me watched. Now that I’ve been captured, he’ll assume I’ve told you everything I know and will take evasive action. That was the whole point of making me the leader in name only. Besides, even if you could track him down, stopping Julius won’t do you any good.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Why not? Generally, when you chop off the head, the monster dies.”
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but suddenly Foreman looked even more scared. His thinning hair was plastered to his scalp by sweat, and his eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Call it a hunch, but I think he was regretting his last words.
Adam nodded in understanding, though Foreman hadn’t answered him. “Julius isn’t really the head, is he?”
Foreman closed his eyes and shook his head.
“Dougal’s the one who’s really in charge,” Adam said. He hadn’t made it a question, but Foreman nodded anyway.
“If you manage to track down Julius and take him out, Dougal will just send someone else. He’s gotten so many people sucked into …” Foreman’s voice died, and he stared at the floor.
“Sucked into his conspiracy to take the throne,” Adam finished for him.
Foreman flinched, but again he nodded. “The only way to stop it,” he said softly, “is to stop Dougal. And the only way to stop Dougal is to kill him.”
Adam cast a quick glance back at the rest of us. “It’s on our to-do list. But you’re working with Dougal, so why do you sound like you think killing him would be a good thing?”
Foreman rubbed his eyes, wiping away some tears. “Because he lied to me. He lied to a lot of people. I supported him in the beginning, but I didn’t know he actually planned to kill the king. I just thought he was taking advantage of Lugh’s absence to arrange things more to his liking. He tricked me into throwing in with him until I was in too deep to back out.”
Adam suddenly looked a lot more … intense. “He lied to you personally, you mean. You’re not just some peon.”
Foreman blew out a breath. “I am now. But yes, I know Dougal. At least, I thought I did. I used to consider him my friend. But his only true friend right now is his ambition, and he’s making that more and more clear as the water gets hotter.”
“What do you mean, ‘as the water gets hotter’?”
Bitterness and anger did wonders to calm Foreman’s fear. “Dougal never made any contingency plans for what he would do if the coup failed—or at least didn’t succeed on his first attempt. He made a lot of promises to a lot of people, but without the power of the throne behind him, he can’t keep them.”
“What kind of promises are we talking about?”
Foreman grimaced. “He promised a lot of people that we would move them to the front of the waiting list to go to the Mortal Plain, for one thing. That’s how he got Alexander to throw in with him.”
Adam’s face registered shock. “He has a council member in his pocket?”
“He did,” Foreman agreed.
Lugh let out a quiet sigh. Remember when I decided to form my council on the Mortal Plain? I told you I feared some of my official council members would side with Dougal. Apparently, I was right.
“But Alexander got cold feet a few weeks back,” Foreman continued. “He insisted Dougal let him leave for the Mortal Plain, or he’d take the conspiracy public. Dougal had no choice but to let him go, but without Alexander, he can’t get the council to vote his way all the time anymore.”
“And that’s making the rest of his coconspirators nervous,” Adam said.
“Yeah. It was bad enough when Raphael betrayed him, but Alexander’s defection could turn out to be the last straw if Dougal isn’t careful. That’s why he sent some of us to the Mortal Plain to try to find more hosts so he can make the waiting list shorter. He hopes it’ll appease some of his supporters for a little while. I don’t know how well that’s working for him.”
Adam chewed that over for a minute, looking puzzled. “We talked to one of those newly arrived demons the other day.”
“I know.”
I think we all must have been wearing our thoughts on our faces, because Foreman paled and held up his hands as if to ward off a blow.
“I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to her!” he said in a voice tight with fear. “That was Julius. He said he needed to discourage the others from talking too much.”
Adam gave him a look of disgust, but soldiered on. “She said she was a prisoner. She was freed and then told to jump the line.”
Foreman nodded. “That was another promise Dougal made, to free some prisoners who were friends and family of his supporters. But once Alexander left and the council started being difficult, Dougal couldn’t show such blatant favoritism without being blocked. So he pardoned a bunch of jumpers who’d served at least half their sentences, using them as camouflage for the ones he’d promised to free.”
Adam decided to stop looming and sat on the floor facing Foreman. I guess he was trying to develop some kind of rapport.
“What’s your name?” Adam asked. “I mean your name, not your host’s name.”
Foreman stared at his hands. “William.”
Both Raphael and Saul started, and I realized they knew him.
“William?” Adam repeated, sounding somewhere between surprised and appalled.
William nodded. “Yes, that William.”
“Shit!” Adam said, with feeling, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. The curiosity was killing me.
“Who the hell is William? And why are you all so upset?” I asked.
William looked up at me and frowned. “How can you not know who I am?” he asked, and I realized he’d made the natural assumption that everyone here was a demon. Apparently, any demon should have recognized the name.
“N
ot everyone in this room is possessed,” I answered.
William gaped at Adam. “You’ve brought humans into this?”
“The humans have the biggest stake of us all in what happens, so yes. And believe me, I don’t require your approval.”
“Is someone going to answer my question?” I asked. Care to give me a hint, Lugh? I added silently.
They’ll tell you, and then Dominic can hear, too.
Adam was shaking his head. “He’s one of the royal cousins.” He turned his attention back to William. “That’s why you tried to shoot me. You were afraid I’d arrest you and that no one would be able to exorcize you.”
William nodded, his eyes going wide and his fists clenching in what I recognized as renewed terror.
“You said they threatened to report you. Why?”
William shuddered. “I raised too much of a fuss when they killed that demon, Shae. I was a fool. Dougal had already shown me I had no way out anymore. I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
Raphael pushed away from the wall and came to sit beside Adam, his legs crossed. Apparently Saul was too interested in what William had to say to remember he was supposed to Taser his father if he tried to interfere.
“There’s always a way out,” Raphael said, his voice soft and soothing. I blinked in surprise. Raphael flat-out didn’t do soothing. “If you help me quell my brother’s rebellion, I can promise you a royal pardon.”
Everyone in the room gasped, and William’s eyes went saucer-wide, this time with surprise, not fear.
“What are you doing?” Adam cried, looking at Raphael like he’d sprung a second head.
“Lugh?” William asked, and there was something very like reverence in his voice.
“In the flesh,” Raphael answered with a gentle smile.
seventeen
WE WERE ALL SHOCKED SPEECHLESS. WHAT THE hell was Raphael up to now? I silently asked Lugh that question, and his response was Your guess is as good as mine.
It wasn’t exactly the first time Raphael had veered away from the official plan, but this was far more drastic than any of his previous deviations. I couldn’t imagine where he was planning to go with it. I had a momentary temptation to argue with him, but I had little trouble squelching it. Whatever Raphael was up to, he’d committed us all to that course of action when he’d opened his mouth. I heartily wished we hadn’t brought him along.
“Now that we’ve been reunited, cousin,” Raphael said, “tell me what you’re doing on the Mortal Plain acting as my brother’s stalking horse.”
William shook himself, and it seemed to effectively disperse whatever clouds were in his mind. “How do I know that you’re really Lugh?” he asked. “For all I know, you could be one of Dougal’s people trying to hammer the final nail in my coffin.”
Raphael smiled, and there was just a hint of condescension in his voice when he spoke. “If I were one of Dougal’s people, the lid would already be firmly nailed shut. But you can examine my aura if you don’t believe me. And I can examine yours at the same time.”
Neither Saul nor Adam looked surprised at Raphael’s offer, but Dominic and I shared a puzzled glance.
Our auras are too indistinct on the Mortal Plain for us to recognize each other with absolute confidence, Lugh explained. Der Jäger’s ability to distinguish auras on the Mortal Plain was part of what made him so extraordinary. But we can sense each others’ power to some degree. William will know from Raphael’s aura that he is one of the royal brothers. Dougal would be able to tell the two of us apart even on the Mortal Plain, but William will not.
And can Raphael tell whether that’s really William? I asked.
No. He’ll know if he’s truly one of the royal cousins, but he won’t know for sure which one. I don’t suppose it matters much one way or another.
Raphael reached out his hand, and William clasped it. The two of them closed their eyes and sat motionless for maybe thirty seconds. Then they opened their eyes at the same time and let their hands fall back to their sides.
William was not looking quite so frightened anymore, the expression on his face showing a cunning that had been missing before. “How do I know you’re not Raphael? Or Dougal, for that matter?”
Raphael’s eyebrows arched. “Do you think this interview would be quite so … civilized if I were Raphael?”
William’s face paled, and he shook his head. I wondered if there was anyone in the Demon Realm other than Dougal who wasn’t terrified of Raphael.
“And surely you don’t believe Dougal would show his face on the Mortal Plain?”
William thought that over for a moment. “He might,” he decided. “If he thought coming here would lure you out of hiding. There’s only so long he can keep his supporters in line with threats and unfulfilled promises. He sent me to the Mortal Plain and painted a big target on my back because he was afraid I’d break ranks and report him to the council. Once Alexander backed out …” He shrugged. “I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s started thinking about damage control. Dougal still has plenty of advocates on the council, but if his supporters start talking, even his strongest advocates might agree that it’s prudent to appoint a new regent pending word from you that the allegations are false and Dougal is your choice.”
Raphael’s lips curved in a satisfied smile that looked like no expression I could ever imagine on Lugh’s face. “He would find that … most awkward, I imagine.”
William snorted softly. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“I’m glad to hear that Dougal’s road is not as smooth as we’d thought. We’d feared that he had time on his side, but it sounds like it’s more on ours. Most heartening.”
“I don’t understand why this is so heartening,” I said. “So what if Dougal loses his position as regent? He still has Lugh’s True Name.” I belatedly realized I should have said “your” True Name, not “Lugh’s,” but luckily William assumed the question had been meant for him.
“He can’t do anything with Lugh’s True Name unless he has someone on the Mortal Plain who’s willing to do a summoning. He’s already losing supporters now; he’ll lose a lot more if he has to step down as regent.”
“But surely he won’t lose them all,” I protested. “And all it takes is one or two loonies and Lugh is toast. Literally.”
William acknowledged my point with a nod. “I make no claim that Lugh’s troubles are over. Merely that Dougal’s foothold is not as strong as it once was. The throne will not be secure until Dougal is dead.”
“Dougal and all his followers,” I said.
It was Raphael who answered me. “No, only Dougal has to die. Unless they have Dougal to put on the throne in my place, they have nothing to gain by attacking me. If Dougal’s dead and they kill me, then the throne would go to Raphael. And no one wants that.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you sure no one wants that? What about Raphael? Maybe he thinks the throne looks comfy.” Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the best time to stick pins in Raphael. Still, he was making me very uncomfortable right now, and I didn’t understand why he was pretending to be Lugh.
Raphael met my eyes steadily. But then, he’s never had any trouble lying to someone to their face. “Raphael can hardly be bothered to care for a single human host. Do you really think he’s interested in caring for all of demonkind? There’s a lot of power that comes with the throne, but there’s a lot of responsibility as well.”
He has a point, Lugh said in my mind. I honestly can’t imagine Raphael wanting the throne.
I held up my hands in surrender. “Just thought I’d ask.”
“Was Dougal right to suspect you?” Raphael asked William. “Would you support me above him?”
“I would be a fool not to say yes, even if I didn’t mean it. But yes, I will support you. I swear to you I didn’t know what Dougal had planned when I started helping him.” He held his head up high. “I can’t expect you to trust me under the circumstances, but I’ll do whatever I can
to earn that trust.”
Raphael nodded sagely. “You can start by telling me a little more about this team of yours. Mary said she was supposed to report to a handler once a week, and that he might have jobs for her.”
“Dougal’s trying to make the best of a bad situation,” William replied. “He figured if he was getting pressured to send all these demons to the Mortal Plain, he might as well use them.” He looked up at Adam. “When he first started sending them, he was thinking small. You know, coerce some undesirables to risk their lives to take out some of Lugh’s known supporters, like you. If they got themselves killed along the way, it wouldn’t matter a bit to him. Knowing him, he probably grew that small idea into a bigger plan, but since he doesn’t trust me anymore, I can’t say for sure.”
Up until recently, this “war” had been so covert that Lugh was convinced only Dougal’s inner circle even knew it was going on. But it was beginning to sound like the conflict was mushrooming. If it came down to open warfare, what would happen to the human race? Nothing good, that’s for sure.
Raphael stood up in one fluid, lithe movement. Adam did the same, though William wisely remained where he was.
“I need to consult with my council on the Mortal Plain,” Raphael said. “I’m going to ask you to stay right where you are. If you make any attempt to escape, I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you. It isn’t something I want to do, but now that you know who’s hosting me, you are far too dangerous to be allowed to go free. You’re either with me or you’re dead. Understand?”
The fear was back in William’s eyes, and he nodded. “I understand. And I’m with you, I swear it.”
“Only time will tell.”
I’m pretty sure Raphael was the only one even marginally comfortable leaving William alone in that room, but that didn’t stop the rest of us from following him out.
We didn’t go far. We gathered in the hallway outside the Black Room and conversed in low, urgent voices. Dominic, Adam, Saul, and I all asked some version of “What the hell are you doing?” at approximately the same time. We didn’t consciously coordinate our movements, but we ended up forming a semicircle around Raphael, with his back pressed to the wall. Hostility rode the air like a static charge, and I hoped a fight wasn’t about to break out.
