This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
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Oh fuck no, I thought, keeping myself from bolting out <strong>of</strong> my chair with every last bit <strong>of</strong> willpower in me.<br />
Her gaze drilled into mine as dark purplish liquid began to fill <strong>the</strong> glass.<br />
“Reaper,” she said coolly. “Won’t you have something to drink?”<br />
Chapter Sixteen<br />
Once more, I couldn’t even risk glancing at Bones to see if he looked as appalled as I felt. Play it cool, she could be bluffing, I chanted to myself,<br />
managing not to flinch when she held out that half-full glass to me.<br />
“What an unusual <strong>of</strong>fer, but you know I prefer gin and tonic,” I said, praying my heart didn’t start beating out <strong>of</strong> sheer panic. If she did know about<br />
my twisted feeding habits, who would have told her? And did that person somehow screw it up and report back that I drank ghoul blood for<br />
nourishment instead <strong>of</strong> vampire?<br />
“Over a dozen years ago, Gregor told me <strong>of</strong> his vision about a young half-breed who would one day wield <strong>the</strong> power <strong>of</strong> pyrokinesis,” Marie said.<br />
“After his sire, Tenoch, perished, only one o<strong>the</strong>r vampire existed who could manifest fire and bend it to his will, and as you know, Vlad Tepesh was<br />
no ally <strong>of</strong> Gregor’s. Gregor assumed you’d come into this power about a century after you’d been changed into a vampire, and he intended to have<br />
you under his control long before that. Yet you killed him using fire within a month <strong>of</strong> your turning.”<br />
I didn’t move, afraid that my slightest gesture would betray me. “Everyone knows that,” I said as calmly as I could. “Beginner’s luck.”<br />
A sharp laugh came from her. “Then, curiously, you weren’t reported to use fire again, even when you were in dire circumstances. You were<br />
reported to have used telekinesis against a group <strong>of</strong> vampires in Monaco a few months ago. So that’s two incredible powers, all manifested less<br />
than a year after your changing. More beginner’s luck?”<br />
“I’m a lucky girl,” I said, thinking if I were still part human, I’d be puking from stress right now.<br />
Marie glanced at <strong>the</strong> glass <strong>of</strong> blood in her hand before meeting my gaze. “Let’s find out,” she said, her Sou<strong>the</strong>rn accent changing until it sounded<br />
like hundreds <strong>of</strong> voices suddenly spoke through her, and none <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m friendly.<br />
Bones moved at <strong>the</strong> same time I did, but an icy blast <strong>of</strong> power knocked me back into my seat hard enough to topple me over. I came up with<br />
knives in both hands, only to have <strong>the</strong>m ripped from my grasp by what felt like razor-sharp claws. In disbelief I saw Bones suspended in midair,<br />
shadows swirling around him, his mouth open in a roar that still didn’t drown out <strong>the</strong> horrible keening noises that filled <strong>the</strong> room.<br />
Marie hadn’t moved from her position, that glass <strong>of</strong> blood still resting on <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> her chair. I started toward her again, only to be met by a wall<br />
<strong>of</strong> ghosts that shot up from <strong>the</strong> ground, <strong>the</strong>ir features indistinct due to <strong>the</strong>ir sheer numbers. When I tried to push past <strong>the</strong>m, it felt like <strong>the</strong>y slashed my<br />
body with thousands <strong>of</strong> razors, but worse than that, my energy drained away as abruptly as it had at dawn when I was first changed. Pain radiated in<br />
me from my boots to my eyebrows. I looked down, expecting to be covered in blood, but only a faint smudge <strong>of</strong> dirt marred my front even though I<br />
felt like I’d pass out.<br />
“Stop,” I gasped to Marie.<br />
She shrugged. “Make me. Call forth fire, or knock this drink from my hand with your mind, and I will.”<br />
Bitch! Rage filled me as Bones was flung against <strong>the</strong> wall by those malevolent shadows. He wasn’t shouting anymore. He looked, frighteningly,<br />
like he was trying to speak but couldn’t. His features twisted as he struggled, more searing pain flashing through me, but not mine this time. How<br />
could <strong>the</strong>se ghosts be able to inflict so much damage? Fabian couldn’t even poltergeist up a limp version <strong>of</strong> a handshake!<br />
My gaze narrowed as I looked at Marie. It had to be her power enabling <strong>the</strong> ghosts to do this, what with how her voice sounded like a microphone<br />
to <strong>the</strong> grave and <strong>the</strong> icy, vibrating waves pouring <strong>of</strong>f her. Even though I hadn’t manifested as much as a spark recently, I still tried to turn my anger<br />
into flames, picturing Marie, that fluffy chair, and even <strong>the</strong> package <strong>of</strong> chicken by her feet bursting into a fiery inferno. Burn. Burn.<br />
Nothing. Not even a hint <strong>of</strong> smoke leaked out <strong>of</strong> my hands, let alone any fire. I tried focusing on <strong>the</strong> wineglass next, picturing it shattering and<br />
splashing her blood all over her. More hard thwacks came from my left, audible even above that awful high-pitched moaning <strong>the</strong> ghosts made. A<br />
glance revealed <strong>the</strong>y had Bones’s arms and legs extended straight out, those shadows appearing and <strong>the</strong>n disappearing from his flesh. Fragments<br />
<strong>of</strong> agony sliced across my consciousness, made more intense by <strong>the</strong> brief periods <strong>of</strong> blankness between <strong>the</strong>m. Dammit, Bones was trying to shield<br />
me from his pain, even in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> being pureed from <strong>the</strong> inside out by those spectral freaks.<br />
I looked away, tears spilling out my eyes, to concentrate back on that blood-filled glass. It hadn’t been too many months since I’d drank<br />
Mencheres’s blood. Some <strong>of</strong> his power still had to be left in me! Break, glass, break! Or just fall from her hand, at least.<br />
More <strong>of</strong> those lightning-quick flashes <strong>of</strong> pain flitted across my emotions, <strong>the</strong> periods between <strong>the</strong>m growing shorter. I couldn’t stop myself from<br />
glancing at Bones again. His back was arched, eyes closed, muscles contorting every time one <strong>of</strong> those shadows dove into him. The agony leaking<br />
through to me from him was nothing compared to <strong>the</strong> searing pain that ripped through my heart seeing him that way.<br />
I tore my gaze away and glared at <strong>the</strong> glass with enough loathing that it should have exploded into sand. It didn’t. Not even a shiver <strong>of</strong> movement<br />
disturbed it. Maybe it was because I hadn’t drunk nearly as much <strong>of</strong> Mencheres’s blood as I did with Vlad that one time. Maybe because I’d<br />
stopped drinking Bones’s blood, I was now weaker and less able to summon any residual telekinesis power left in me. Ultimately, <strong>the</strong> reason didn’t