Vicious Grace (The Black Sun's Daughter #3)

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“Long night.”

“They’re coming in. Up there, the first bunch of people are probably coming in,” he said. “Nurses and doctors. The guys who work the coffee bars.”

“Probably are.”

“This is going to . . . I mean, this is going to blow things open,” he said. “Spirits. Possession. Magic. The whole thing.”

“No, it won’t,” I said. “They’re going to show up. It’ll be weird. Then we’ll lock that bastard thing back down, and it’ll go away. At most, it’ll make the Fortean Times. The world isn’t going to know what happened here, and it isn’t going to care.”

David was quiet for a minute.

“What if it gets out?” he said.

I thought of Kim and Eric, the magic he’d used to wreck her life.

“They won’t know it then either,” I said. “It’s just one of those secrets that keeps itself. Right up until you’re in the middle of it.”

“He knew, though. Grandpa Del knew.”

“He did.”

“I screwed up his life’s work.”

“Well, it’s not like he told you to be careful. And really, even if he had, what would you have done?”

David squinted down toward the stairway. His wide face tensed and relaxed, and tensed again.

“Seriously,” I said. “If he’d taken you aside when you were a kid or left you a letter or something. Told you that there were spirits from outside the world, and that he’d used his talents and abilities to lock one of the biggest and nastiest up by getting buried alive under a hospital, do you think you’d have been better prepared? Or would it just have been more evidence for a genetic component for your breakdown?”

“Yeah, probably that last one,” he said. “A secret that keeps itself, eh?”

“I had to have proof too. When I found out? I got my clock cleaned by a haugtrold that had taken over this cop’s body. Put the original guy into his girlfriend’s dog.”

“Really?”

Despite everything, his voice had a sense of amazement. Wonder. Had I been like that? Awed by the truth behind the world. Overwhelmed by the sudden unveiling of a bright, dangerous version of everything that had been walking beside me the whole time. I probably had, but I couldn’t quite imagine it now. I wondered what he’d make of it if I told him all my stories: the Invisible College in Denver. Mait Carrefour in New Orleans. Midian Clark, vampire chef. The thing with that guy in London. I’d almost forgotten that one myself. I could imagine mistaking it for glamorous.

And, I realized, that was how I’d seen Eric. He’d known more. He’d done more. And so I’d made him into the hero of my own private comic book. Eric Heller, gentleman adventurer. Force for good. Decent human being. It hadn’t had anything to do with the real man.

“Jayné.”

I looked up. Aubrey was on the stairs, hidden from the waist down by the drop. His hair was tousled from his work. He looked exhausted. We’d all been up for too long.

“We ready?” I asked.

“Ex says it’s time,” he said.

“I’ll hold the fort up here,” David said, hefting his shotgun. In his wide hands, it looked almost small.

I walked to Chogyi Jake, kneeling by his side for what I knew might be the last time. His eyes were still closed, lost in meditation. His face was pale, and his breath quick and shallow.

“Hey, guy,” I said softly. “You ready to do this thing?”

He didn’t answer. I put a hand on his shoulder, surprised by how cool his skin felt.

“Hey. Chogyi. It’s time. Are you—”

His body shifted, slouched, and spilled back onto the ground. His head made a hollow sound when it hit the floor. He didn’t try to catch himself. I wasn’t aware of screaming, but Aubrey, Kim, Ex, and David all appeared at my side. Aubrey gently moved me, kneeling by Chogyi Jake’s body, pressing fingers to his neck.

“That’s not good,” he said.

“What’s the matter?” Ex asked. He sounded as much annoyed as concerned.

“Those guys back in the subbasement? They kicked him harder than I thought,” Aubrey said. “He’s in shock. I think that means internal bleeding. I don’t know how long he’s been unconscious.”

“Well, get his legs up,” Kim said.

“But the ceremony,” I said. “The spell. Can we still . . . ?”

“No,” Ex said. “No, we have a problem.”

TWENTY-THREE

We stood over the body, looking at one another. Chogyi Jake lay on the floor, bleeding to death without spilling a drop, and I didn’t know if I was relieved or frightened. Somewhere far above us, in a different world, the sky over Lake Michigan would be a robin’s egg blue. The sun minutes from pouring down over the city. We were trapped in the dark. Weariness dragged at all their faces. It probably dragged at mine too. I wanted nothing more than to sleep for a day and a half and wake up to find out it had all been a bad dream. I couldn’t go on. I went on.

“Can we revive him?” I asked. “Just to get through the binding.”

“I don’t know,” Aubrey said. “If we had . . . smelling salts? Or something to up his blood pressure?”

“Kim?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Not an MD,” she said. “All I know is we put his legs up, get a blanket over him, and get him to the ER.”

He might almost have been sleeping, except that his breath was so fast and so shallow. Now that he was lying flat, I thought there was a little more color in his face. I had almost talked myself into believing I could stand to watch him die if there was a reason. If something came out of it. This? I couldn’t do it.

“Okay,” I said. “We have to get him back upstairs.”

“No,” Ex said. “We have to go on without him. If we go back, it’s going to find us, and then it’s over. As long as we’re in here, there’s a chance.”

“What chance?” I said. “What chance do we have? Because the way it looks from here, we’re screwed.”

Kim murmured something too quietly for me to here. Aubrey, standing at her side, turned to look at her.

“I say we go up and let the thing out,” I went on. “Break the prison. I know it’s a risk, but someone tracked it down and bound it before. We can do that again, but after we get Chogyi Jake to a doctor. After we find a different binding. After—”

“I said I’ll do it,” Kim said. “I’ll go in. I’ll . . . I’ll take his place.”

“You can’t,” Aubrey said.

Kim met his gaze. The darkness under her eyes was almost purple. The bruise on her face had darkened, and the cut lip was scabbed black. Her hair was a collection of greasy strings. She gave him a faint, weary smile, and for a moment, she was beautiful.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I can do this.”

If I hadn’t known before, the anguish on Aubrey’s face would have been enough to show me how much the thought of losing Kim broke him. Even with everything else, I found there was a small part of my heart that ached seeing him feel that strongly for a woman that wasn’t me.

“Actually, you can’t,” Ex said. “You know how to channel your will. You’ve worked puts like this before. This isn’t something I can do without experienced people at all four points on the circle.”

He was looking at me. His eyes were blue as gas flame. I could feel him wanting me to understand something, and if I hadn’t been up all night, if I hadn’t been wrung out four times in the course of a single day, if there had been any neurotransmitter left in my brain, I might have gotten it on my own. As it was, I needed a prompt.

“Ah. What exactly did you need this guy to do?” David asked.

I looked at him. Eager, worried, guilty over the part he’d played, and frightened of the beast he’d set loose. He was the only one here without any experience. He was the only one who could take Declan Souder’s place. All I had to do was talk him into it. Now. Before Chogyi Jake died.

Lie to him, I thought. Tell him something that puts him in the box. Tell him we need a focus for our energy, that we need someone to hold the bones just right, something. Anything. Just put him in the place and get this done. An emotion I didn’t recognize was rushing through me. I felt light. Unmoored. My chest was widening from inside, and it was wrapped around Chogyi Jake and the chance of getting him upstairs. I thought for a moment this was some new kind of panic, and then I recognized it. It was hope. It was relief. As sure as kittens in springtime, I was about to kill David Souder, and I was grateful.

I felt something spiritual give way with an almost physical click. I knew something in me was broken, that it was going to be broken for a very long time. And I knew I wasn’t going to lie to David.

“He was going to go into the coffin,” I said. “We were going to drive the rider into him, then seal the coffin and bury it again. Put it back where it was before.”

David rocked back on his heels like I’d struck him. His gaze went to each of us in turn. He tightened his grip on the shotgun.

“It was what your grandfather did,” I said. “It was his life’s work. You saw the thing that came out of that hole. You’ve been living with it in your head for over a year now. You know what it’s capable of.”

“You were going to kill him?”

“Bury him alive,” I said. “It’s called an interment binding. And it might be the only chance we have of stopping this thing.”

“But—”

“David,” I said. My voice was soft, but I could hear the steel in it. “If there were another way, I swear I’d take it. But you let this thing out. You’re the only one who can put it back. I need you to be as strong as Grandpa Del was. I need you to be as brave.”

He looked at me, his eyes filling with horror and panic.