wind.
He was searching the face of the building for a way down when a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold skittered up his spine. The queticoux flashed through his mind, and the voracious shadows he had faced in Ral's suite.
Calm's fingers tightened around the hilt of his knife as he moved.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
aim toppled toward the roof's edge as a line of fire sliced across his lower back. His hands slipped on the wet tiles; his right leg was dead weight beneath him. With a frantic heave, he lurched sideways and saved himself.
A black-robed shape perched on the roofs peak. Amid flashes of lightning, the sorcerer's stoic features emerged, glistening like alabaster under his gaping cowl.
Caim took stock as he watched his enemy through the haze of rain and mist. He was hurt. How bad, he couldn't tell, but every movement sent rippling talons of agony clawing through his body. The twinge in his chest returned, pulsing under his heart, whispering its seductive call into his ears. Just surrender, it said, and the pain will be gone. Part of him wanted to give in. It would be easy to let the power take over.
With a deep breath, Caim pushed himself to his feet.
Sensation returned to his leg as he staggered away from the edge of the roof. His aches faded into the background when a small, almost innocuous knife appeared in the sorcerer's hand. Where did its matte black metal come from? The same metal as his father's sword. The answer was staring him in the face, so simple, and yet the implications reverberated to the core of his being.
'You killed the earl.' Caim climbed the roof's sloped pitch. 'You killed my friend Mathias. And sixteen years ago, you killed my father. I want to know why.'
Levictus rose to his full height like an uncoiling serpent. His voice echoed in the darkness, as cold and forlorn as a tomb. 'Before, we were an instrument; we went where bidden, unseen, unheard. To take those who were marked for death. Baron Du'Vartha was one of many.'
Baron? His father was nobility? And I never knew. Red-hot anger flooded his thoughts as he brooded over all the things he'd never gotten the chance to know about his parents, but he tamped it down. He had to stay in control.
'Why? Of what value was my father's death to you?'
'Our masters commanded it. We obeyed without knowing the reason, but now we know many things that were mysteries before. About secret dealings. About the heir of House Tenebrae, born of a mortal father and a daughter of Shadow.'
'What are-?' Caim swallowed the question before it passed his lips. His mind turned in a dozen different directions. 'Daughter of Shadow. You mean my mother?'
The sorcerer took a step toward him, not threatening in itself, but Caim had seen the man move and felt the measure of his strength. Although thin of frame, this foe was more lethal than a dozen thugs like Ral. Something moved in Calm's peripheral vision. Dark shapes gathered in the gloom surrounding the rooftop.
'We considered allowing you to live.' The sorcerer produced a second knife from the folds of his robe. 'But the Lords of Shadow have demanded your extermination, and we must obey in order to be free.'
Caim braced himself, but nothing could have prepared him as a thousand points of darkness swarmed from every direction. The shadows crawled up his boots, latched onto his cloak, and stung him with tiny needle-sharp fangs. He lashed out with his knife, but they came too fast, flowing like quicksilver around his attacks. Pain burst anew from his back, accompanied by the sickening sensation of things trying to wriggle into his wound.
Levictus glided through the mass of his pets, his knives glittering like black jewels in the night. Caim thrust to halt the advance, but the sorcerer shifted without moving and the suete's point met empty air. Caim jerked back just in time as the black knife traced a searing incision down his cheek. Two inches lower and it would have severed his throat. He spun and attacked from a different angle, but his enemy was gone. The shadows vanished as well, but Caim could feel their presence in the dark, stalking him.
He turned in place, all senses tuned for the slightest sign of the sor cerer. His face burned like he had been tagged with a hot iron. The knife dragged in his hand, almost too heavy to lift. He longed to close his eyes, just for a moment, but the sorcerer lurked somewhere in the darkness, watching him, waiting for an opening.
His ears caught a sound, a near-silent whisper of a foot dragging across wet slate, as black metal gleamed out of the corner of his eye. He closed his stance a moment too late. Two lightning-quick cuts left him disarmed and bleeding from fresh wounds across his injured side. Bile filled his mouth as his knife hit the tiles and clattered over the side. Again, Levictus vanished.
Tears of frustration burned in Calm's eyes as he limped in a slow circle. 'What did you do with my mother?!' he screamed. 'Did you kill her, too?'
A mocking voice floated in the wind. 'You know the truth, but you cannot face it. Cannot embrace it, as I have.'
'Stop talking in riddles and tell me where she is!'
The wind died down for a moment, making the sorcerer's next words resound like thunder crashing over Calm's head. 'She dwells in the peerless realm of her ancestors, beyond the Veil in the Land of Shadow.'
The words echoed inside Caim. In his memory he was looking up at his mother, standing on the widow's walk of their family home, her features framed in black tresses like the waters of a tempestuous sea. Her dusky skin glowed in the light of the setting sun as she faced the wild Northlands and the great dark forest beyond his father's demesne. Caim tried to swallow in a mouth gone dry. He hadn't been able to believe it before, but now, like a blind man feeling the surf on his toes for the first time, he couldn't deny it any longer. His mother really was one of the Shadowfolk. His father, a mortal man, had brought her home as his new bride, never guessing the Shadow would come to reclaim its own. He was a half-breed, a freak caught between two worlds, and now he was going to die without the chance to discover what he had lost.
His chest contracted in a painful spasm.
Caim hissed as the breath left his body. Then he caught sight of a dark mass looming in the sky over the palace. He looked up, dreading some new attack, but a familiar voice called to him from the storm-shrouded sky.
'Caim!'
Kit.' Her voice sounded distant, as though she were shouting from the other side of the city.
'Kit, where are you? I need you.'
'I'm trapped. He's blocking me.'
'What?' Caim glanced up and around. The rounded dome of the palace was topped by a narrow steeple, but the dark cloud hovered above even that.
'Caim… Help!'
She sounded weaker. A gust tickled the nape of his neck and Caim spun around, only to be confronted with a wall of dense shadows. He could feel his death approaching on silent footsteps. 'What can I do, Kit?'
But she was gone. Caim ground his teeth together. Just when he needed Kit most, she was beyond his reach. But something she said nipped at his brain. He's blocking me. What did that mean? Was she talking about Levictus? How could he…?
Shadow magic. The sorcerer must have detected Kit's presence and taken steps to separate them. But how could he help her?
Kit's words at the cabin came back to him. The blood calls to its own, Caim. You already possess everything you need.
The blood calls to its own.
The sorcerer appeared out of nowhere. Caim backpedaled across the slippery tiles as the black blades sought his flesh. He evaded their touch with a roll and came up on his feet perilously near to the edge. He was trapped. The rage returned, fiercer than before, burning away his fear. If he was going to die, he would do it as he had lived, on his feet and facing his enemies. As Levictus approached with firm, steady strides, Caim reached up over
