LOGINChapter 141: The ConfessionPOV: NikolaiClara met me in the front hall with a cup of tea in her hands, and she was smiling.I stood in the doorway with rain running off my coat and a torn pajama jacket in my fist. Behind me, my Beta was shutting the great doors, and the men I had sent for were pounding up the drive. Every window in the house was lit. Servants stood along the walls with their lanterns, pale as candles, and not one of them would look at me."Daddy." She crossed the marble in her clean yellow shoes. "You're soaked. I made you something hot."She had made fresh tea. My son was missing, and she had taken the time to boil water."Where is your brother?""I told you, I don't know." Her eyes filled right on time. "I've been so frightened. Have you been out looking? You must be freezing.""Where is Cai?""I don't know!" She held out the cup. Her hand was steady. "Please. Drink this. You'll make yourself ill."I took the cup from her and set it on the hall table, very gently.
Chapter 140: The ScentPOV: NikolaiThe stream had washed everything away.I stood on the old stone bridge with the pajama jacket in my fist, looking down at the black water. It was fast and cold and swollen with rain. The tracks I had followed from the garden gate stopped at its edge. On the near bank they were clear, a wide churned mess of paws and boots and one set of small, stocking-footed prints. On the far bank there was only mud, and the rain was filling that in too."Cai!"I shouted it until my throat tore. I shouted it up and down the stream, and the trees threw it back at me. Nothing answered but the water.I threw back my head and howled.It came out of me before I knew it was coming. It tore up from somewhere under my ribs, long and raw, and every bird in the wood burst out of the trees. I didn't care who heard. I howled for my son and I howled for her, and it was the same sound, because in one night both of them had been taken out of my hands. When I ran out of breath, I
Chapter 139: He's ComingPOV: OdetteJulian let go of my hair, and I didn't know why.One second his teeth were against my neck. The next, there was only cold air on my skin and the sound of his shoes backing away across the concrete. I stayed where I was, with my head bowed and my eyes shut tight. It was the only thing I was sure of. If I looked up, he would see them.Don't open them. Don't."Something is wrong with that light," Julian said.His voice had lost its warmth. It was flat and careful, the way it had been in the restaurant when the window blew in. I heard him move slowly around the edge of the circle. The silver chain clinked where his foot brushed it."Check the wiring," he said to someone.A man hurried out of the dark. I heard a ladder creak, and then a long pause. "It's fine, sir. The power's steady. It might just be the storm.""A storm doesn't make a bulb flicker in a closed building.""No, sir.""Then what does?"Nobody answered.I counted my breaths. In for four. H
Chapter 138: In the ShadowsPOV: VictorThe light over my son's head began to flicker, and I did not like it.I sat in the dark at the back of the warehouse, in a folding chair behind a wall of crates, with a silver revolver on my knee and a clear view of the circle. Forty feet away, the girl knelt inside the chains with her hair wound around Julian's fist. He had his mouth at her neck. The bulb above them swung on its wire, and the yellow light went dim, then bright, then dim again.Nothing in the plan was meant to make the light do that.I leaned forward, and the old chair creaked. I am sixty years old. My knees hate cold concrete, and my back hates it more. But I have never given up a good seat for the sake of comfort, and from here I could see everything.Something is happening to her.I felt it before I understood it. A weight in the air, thick and slow, like the quiet before a storm. The hair on my arms stood up. Six of my men were spread among the crates in the dark, and I hear
Chapter 137: AlmostPOV: OdetteHis teeth scraped across my skin, and I knew I had about ten seconds.I couldn't see him. I knelt in the middle of the silver circle with my hair wound around his fist and my head dragged to one side, my chin pressed against my own shoulder. All I could feel was his mouth on the side of my neck, hot and wet, and the little hard edge of his teeth moving back and forth over my pulse, like a man deciding where to cut a cake.Not yet, I thought. Not yet. Not yet.The silver chain around me hummed with heat. My wrists, chained to the iron ring, had gone numb up to the elbows. In my chest, the small gold spark I had found a minute ago was burning, and every time I tried to feed it, the silver hissed against my skin and it shrank.I couldn't let him see it. If Julian saw my eyes, he would stop talking and start biting. I turned my face into my shoulder and let my hair fall over it like a curtain."Julian," I said.My voice was hoarse. It came out smaller than
Chapter 136: The GatePOV: MayaThe gates were locked, and nobody was answering the bell.I had been standing in front of them for five minutes with my finger on a little brass button, in the rain, saying "Please, please, please" under my breath like an idiot. Two tall iron doors with a crest on each one. A stone lodge beside them with every window dark. Behind the bars, a long gravel drive ran up through black trees toward a house I couldn't see.The button buzzed somewhere far away, and nobody came.My phone said 9:36. The battery said eleven percent."Okay," I said out loud. "Okay, Maya. Think."I talk to myself when I'm scared. I've done it since I was seven.I shouldn't have been there at all. I was supposed to be parked at the end of a stone lane behind a cathedral, with my engine off and my hands on the wheel, waiting for a girl to come through a little green door. I had gone there at six, three and a half hours early, because I couldn't sit in my flat. I had packed a bag. I ha







