around him. The rain felt good on his skin, but it couldn’t wash away the blood that stained his blades, his hands. His soul. This was where it had begun. The sword throbbed in his hand. He looked down at the perfect edges of its blade, the sheen of the black metal. This sword had killed his father. He could feel its power flowing through his arteries, surging in his muscles, wanting him to lash out, to kill again and again to sate its abominable hunger. The blade vibrated harder until he slid it back into the scabbard.
Caim’s hand shook when he lowered it to his side. As much as he hated the sword, he was bound to it. He gazed across the clearing, to the mound that had been the house where he was born. This place was just a graveyard. It held no answers for him. But he knew where to start looking.
The duke’s witch.
Soft light danced on the snow. As he turned, Kit lunged into his arms. He staggered back a step as he caught her. For a moment she felt almost solid. Shocked, and pleased in a way he’d never entertained before, he lifted his arms to embrace her. But she melted into weightlessness, as ethereal as ever.
She looked up, heedless of the gore splattered across his leathers. He trembled as feelings welled up inside him, pushing through the fury that had controlled him just moments ago. The force of it humbled him. He didn’t care where she’d been, only that she was back. He never wanted her out of his sight again.
Then she fixed him with a stabbing glare. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?”
Caim ground his teeth together, caught between being glad to have her back and wanting to choke her. Then he saw a line of scabbed blood across her palm. She’d been hurt, which stunned him. It had never seemed possible before.
“Good to see you, too, Kit. Where in the hells have you been?”
“It’s a long story.” She glanced over at the Beast’s remains lying in the snow.
“I’m going after the witch,” he said. “She knows where my mother is. She was there on the night they took her.”
“Caim-”
“I should have figured it out before, when I saw her at the prison. I knew she couldn’t be my mother.”
Kit hovered closer. “Caim, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“People have died, Kit. Liana…” He released a deep breath. “She wouldn’t run because I taught her to stand firm. I taught them all. I should have known.”
He looked away, not wanting to see the accusation in her gaze. I can’t help it, Kit. Something is happening to me. It’s the sword and this place. It’s…
“Caim, I’ve seen your mother.”
He turned. “What?”
She was trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “She’s alive, Caim! I even spoke to her.”
Despite what he wanted to feel, despite what it cost him to admit it, he believed her. He couldn’t say how, but he did, and that scared him more than a little. “Where?”
She pushed a stray lock of silver hair behind her ear. “That’s going to be difficult to explain.”
“Try.”
“All right. When I was taken away-”
“You mean when you left me?”
She frowned, and a bit of the old Kit returned in her eyes. “When you were fooling around with those farmers at the bonfire, I got this weird feeling. Then just like that”-she snapped her fingers-“I was dragged back into the Barrier.”
He remembered her mentioning a barrier before, when the shadow-snake attacked him in his apartment in Othir. He’d asked how the creature got there, and she had said something about it needing to cross between worlds. But he must have looked confused now, because Kit tugged on her chin.
“Okay, here.” She put her hands together, palm to palm. “There are two realms, pressed together like the two sides of a coin. On one side are the Brightlands where we stand now, and on the Other Side is-”
“The Shadowlands.”
“Right. But there is a middle place, too. Sometimes we call it the Barrier, but it’s more like a maze of corridors. Or a huge field with different trails. Or, well, it’s impossible to describe unless you’ve been there. But the point is that the passages through the Barrier start in one realm and end in the other, or sometimes they join two different places in the same realm.”
“I think I’m following you.” Just pray she gets to a point soon.
“Okay. So I was in this place and couldn’t get out. The path that led me into the Barrier wouldn’t let me go. And I started to feel this pulling in my head, so I-”
He knew that feeling. The tugging and buzzing that had plagued him since his arrival in this cold land. Was there a connection? Lost in his own thoughts, he missed the next thing Kit said.
“Wait. What was that?”
She frowned at him. “Your doggie-shadow was there with me in the Barrier. I was a little leery at first. I mean, he’s not the most adorable-looking thing in the worlds, you have to admit. But we made a good team.”
Doggie? A team? Caim’s head started to ache. He considered sitting down in the snow, but forced himself to focus. “But what does this have to do with my mother?”
“She’s the one who pulled me into the Barrier, so she could lead me back to her.” Kit leaned closer and peered into his eyes. “She’s been a prisoner all these years, Caim. I’m not sure exactly where. There was too much energy around the place, and then I was booted halfway across the world.” She flicked her finger in the air. “But she thought you would know.”
He did. The only place that made sense. He looked to the north. She was there. Alive. Waiting for him. He was tempted to start walking, but then he remembered Liana.
Kit was still talking. “And she told me other things, too. Some of them I don’t understand, but the stuff I did scared me to death.”
Caim swallowed, not sure what to think or feel. He had a hard time finding his voice. “Stuff about what?”
“About your dear auntie.”
Sybelle. The witch. “What about her?”
Kit looked around as if searching for something. “How can I explain this? Okay. Sorcery is a product of the Other Side, right?”
He seemed to remember her saying something along those lines. When he said so, she bobbed her head.
“Sorcery is pure chaos. Everything in the Shadowlands is corrupted with it. And it’s been leaking over into this world for some time. I don’t know why, but it’s getting worse. The Barrier is weakening.”
Caim rubbed his fingers together, remembering the silky feel of the shadows on his skin, the rush he felt when they obeyed his commands. It made some sense, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something Kit wasn’t telling him.
“What about the witch?”
“She’s a product of her world, Caim. The people of the Shadow live and breathe sorcery. It’s as natural to them as air and sunlight to you. Well, maybe not to you…”
“And my mother?”
Kit traced the tear in the sleeve of his jerkin. “Isabeth was the most powerful sorceress I’d ever encountered. And the kindest. The people of the Shadow are a cruel race, but some are different. Like your mother.”
Isabeth. Invisible hands compressed around Caim’s windpipe at the sound of it. Yes, that was her name.
Kit hovered closer and lowered her voice. “But her sister is another tale entirely. She’s dangerous, Caim. Dangerous like you’ve never seen before. She trained Levictus. He was like a puppy next to her.”
Caim looked past Kit to the courtyard. The snow glowed in the faint starlight. It looked peaceful, like he could lie down here and forget about the world.
“It’s almost funny in a way,” he said. “I understand him now.”
“Who?”
“Levictus. He and I aren’t so different.”
“Don’t say such things! You’re nothing like that animal.”
