But Mrs. Casnoff stayed where she was. “If we unleash Daisy on them…Lara, what if we can’t control her?”
I felt invisible standing there, watching. In a weird way, I felt almost sorry for them. They’d done a stupid and dangerous thing because they were scared, and now they were paying the consequence. But that consequence was a war that was going to kill a lot of Prodigium, and probably a lot of humans, too.
It was stupid, but I tried one last time to summon up my powers. I don’t know what I would have done with them if they’d worked, but once again, there was nothing. Just that helpless sense that my magic was right there, within reach but untouchable. Still, there had to be some way to get to it. If there weren’t, why would the Removal exist? Maybe the binding spell wasn’t permanent.
In the silence, I glanced down at the carpet, and something shiny caught my eye. Those broken bits of glass. But no, it wasn’t glass that was sparkling in the light. It was a thin golden chain.
A choking sound, somewhere between a sob and a shout, forced its way out of my throat as I knelt down and realized what I was looking at.
A shattered bloodstone.
chapter 40
“Where is she?” I asked Mrs. Casnoff. “This is Jenna’s.” I held up the chain. “What did you do to her?” My voice rose to a scream on the last few words, and I was shaking. If they had destroyed Jenna’s bloodstone in the daylight, she would have died. Worse than died, she would have burned alive, screaming. I thought of the premonitions I’d had, that Cal, Jenna, and I would never go back to Hecate together.
The smell of smoke.
My fingers tightened on the chain until I was digging my nails into my palm. Lara looked at me with disdain and said, “It was time to clean house in more ways than one.”
I gave a cry of rage and leaped to my feet. I might not have had any powers left, but that wouldn’t stop me from killing her with my bare hands if she’d hurt Jenna. I don’t know what would have happened if a loud crash hadn’t reverberated through the house at that exact moment. But as soon as it did, all eyes swung away from me and toward the marble arch.
Another crash, then another, and then the horrible, screaming sound of cracking wood.
Without a word, Lara vanished in a faint rushing of air that told me she’d just teleported. Probably down to the cells to release Daisy. Mrs. Casnoff was murmuring something over and over in a language I didn’t understand, and as I watched, Elizabeth’s grandmotherly attire rippled and flowed until she was covered in gray fur, her face stretching into a muzzle. Her glasses fell off, revealing yellow eyes.
I think they were expecting someone to walk in through the arch, maybe offer “parlay” or whatever. That was the weird thing: they somehow expected this to go down in a formal, civilized manner. So they were caught by surprise when a silver dagger flew through the archway, hitting Kristopher squarely in the chest. He fell back soundlessly, his eyes staring at nothing.
What happened next was like something out of a nightmare.
The werewolf that had been Elizabeth howled and launched itself out of the lobby, headed for the stairs, Mrs.
Casnoff and Roderick right behind her. I stood, frozen. What the heck was I supposed to do in the middle of a giant magical battle with no freaking magic?
All I could hear from downstairs were screams and howls and things breaking. Dad and Archer were still trapped in their cell, and God only knew where Jenna was. Or Cal, for that matter. I couldn’t stay here, waiting for more of those killing flashes of light to snake their way to me. And if any of The Eye downstairs found me, something told me they wouldn’t care that I could no longer do magic, or that I was in love with one of their members.
I was going to have to make a run for it, and the only way out of Council Headquarters was out that marble archway and into an epic monster battle.
I took a deep breath and slid Jenna’s chain into my pocket. If I wanted to find out what had happened to her, if I wanted to save my Dad and Archer, if I wanted to find Cal, then I had to get out of this alive, magic or no. “Elodie, if you’re around and can offer any ghostly assistance, that would be great,” I said. I was half joking, but before I even had time to blink, she was floating in front of me, a vaguely irritated expression on her face.
“Whoa,” I murmured. “So…what they said, about me binding you to me. That’s true?”
She crossed her arms and nodded, scowling.
“Okay. Well, sorry about that. But I promise, if you help get me out of this, I’ll do whatever it takes to, uh, unbind us.”
She studied me and then her lips moved. I’m not sure what she said, but it looked like, “You better.”
She drifted over to one of the portraits. Her fingers moved around the edges of the frame like smoke, and after a moment, it swung open, revealing a passageway. She nodded toward it, and I could swear she looked smug.
“Thank you,” I said, but she’d already vanished. I hesitated at the entrance until a deafening crack sounded from downstairs. I had no idea what it could be, but it sounded like the whole floor had split open. There was another rush of magic, and even if I didn’t have my powers anymore, I still knew what it was. Lara had freed Daisy. I didn’t know what she’d done, but the screams that followed were inhuman.
Dad, I thought. Archer. Jenna. Cal. Get out so that you can help them.
The tunnel was small enough that I had to hunch over, and once I’d moved a few feet down, it twisted so I could no longer see the opening into Council Headquarters. That meant everything was pitch-black. Instinctively, I lifted my hand to summon an orb before remembering that I couldn’t anymore.
As I walked, moving as quickly as I could, I heard sounds of the battle raging inside the house. There were distant thumps and crashes like thunder, and once I thought I heard screams. I made myself keep moving even as I desperately wondered what was happening behind me.Dad, Archer, Jenna, Cal, I kept repeating. You can’t help them if you’re dead.
The roof got lower as the tunnel twisted upward, and I had to drop to my knees and crawl the rest of the way up. Finally, my head thunked against something solid. I felt around with my fingers. A door.
I pushed up on it, and a shower of gravel and dirt rained down on me as it opened. I could see the tall hedges of the garden maze towering over me, so apparently I’d crawled right out the back of the house.
Pulling myself out, I squinted. The light outside was so bright that for a disorienting moment, I thought the sun must be up. But no, it had been dark when I’d rushed through the house with Elizabeth and Mrs. Casnoff. Surely not enough time had passed for it to be sunrise. And the light wasn’t the soft lemon yellow glow of sunlight, but the harsh orange glare of fire.
I rose to my feet and turned to face the house.
It was burning.
As I watched, tongues of flame broke out windows on the upper stories, licking at the building. An acre of roof, Lara had told us that first day, and now it seemed that the whole acre was on fire. Heat blasted my skin, and the smoke nearly choked me. Smoke.
Well, at least now I knew.
One of the massive wooden front doors crashed off its hinges. The house where Alice had been made a demon. The place where my father had lived his whole life. Council Headquarters.
It was gone.
And Dad and Archer were still inside.
I wanted to drop to my knees right there in the grass and sob, but a hand grabbed my arm. I screamed, swinging with everything I was worth. For the first time, I realized how vulnerable I was with no magic. My blows felt weak and ineffectual, and my powers screamed inside me.
“Sophie, it’s me. It’s me!”
Cal.
“It’s okay,” he was saying, pulling me closer to him. “It’s okay.”
