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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matter. All I knew was that <strong>the</strong> man I loved was being tormented, and even though I was in <strong>the</strong> same fucking room, I couldn’t help him.<br />
I wasn’t surprised when a dull thrum slowly began to sound in my chest. Marie’s eyebrows rose, but she looked more curious than startled.<br />
Hatred surged through me at how calmly she sat <strong>the</strong>re, directing all this mayhem as though it were a puppet show. I’d whipped out two knives from<br />
my boots and flung <strong>the</strong>m at her before even planning <strong>the</strong> action, only to let out a scream <strong>of</strong> frustration when <strong>the</strong>y were batted away by <strong>the</strong> wall <strong>of</strong><br />
ghosts without even grazing her.<br />
I threw myself against that spectral barrier next, determined to make her pay, but no matter how many times I bashed against that writhing wall <strong>of</strong><br />
o<strong>the</strong>rworldly bodyguards, I couldn’t force my way past <strong>the</strong>m. Worse, it seemed to weaken me, replacing my rage with <strong>the</strong> same dizzying lethargy I’d<br />
only felt <strong>the</strong> day Bones drained all my blood to change me. After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, I couldn’t even stand.<br />
Despair choked me as my legs gave out. The unearthly keening in <strong>the</strong> room seemed to grow louder in triumph.<br />
“You can’t win against <strong>the</strong>m,” Marie stated, her voice still echoing in that creepy way. “These aren’t ghosts. They’re Remnants, slivers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most<br />
primal emotions left over after someone crosses over to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side. Every time you touch <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>y feed from your energy and pain just like a<br />
vampire feeds from blood, and <strong>the</strong>y grow stronger.”<br />
Almost in a daze, I stared at <strong>the</strong> concrete floor. Nothing marred it except cracks and mildew stains, but I’d seen something similar to <strong>the</strong>se<br />
Remnants when Mencheres raised wraiths in retaliation for a vicious spell against him. Even though those had looked like ghosts, too, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
utterly lethal, cutting through dozens <strong>of</strong> vampires like a hot knife through butter.<br />
And <strong>the</strong>se Remnants seemed just as strong.<br />
“Did you work <strong>the</strong> spell before we got here?” I forced myself to ask, even though talking seemed to suck <strong>the</strong> last bits <strong>of</strong> strength from me.<br />
“Where’d you hide <strong>the</strong> symbols?”<br />
Her laugh resounded around <strong>the</strong> room. “I need no spell. I don’t practice black magic; I am black magic.”<br />
Normally I’d say something caustic about how pride always went before a fall, but considering I was <strong>the</strong> barely conscious one on <strong>the</strong> ground, I<br />
didn’t think <strong>the</strong> insult would have <strong>the</strong> same effect.<br />
“What are you waiting for, Reaper?” Marie asked calmly, glancing at Bones. “If <strong>the</strong>y continue to feed from him for much longer, eventually <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
kill him. If you want him freed from <strong>the</strong> Remnants, unleash <strong>the</strong>se great abilities <strong>of</strong> yours. Show me fire, or move this glass even an inch, and I will<br />
send <strong>the</strong>m back to <strong>the</strong>ir graves.”<br />
I stared at her, my heart still sputtering out sporadic beats due to my fear and fury, noting every speck <strong>of</strong> her appearance as though <strong>the</strong> details<br />
could help me defeat her. Those large dark eyes, smooth ageless skin, and full wide mouth framed by black hair that barely brushed <strong>the</strong> lace shawl<br />
covering her tailored navy dress. Everything about Marie looked modern and normal right down to her sensible yet stylish heels, but this woman<br />
was <strong>the</strong> most dangerous adversary I’d ever encountered. I’d thought only Mencheres could wield enough power to clean my and Bones’s clock<br />
without even getting up from his seat, but here was Marie, doing that very thing. Her ability to control <strong>the</strong>se Remnants must be what Apollyon was<br />
counting on to make <strong>the</strong> difference in a war between ghouls and vampires, and I had to admit; it was a damn frightening sight.<br />
I looked at Bones. His face was still contorted, pain blasting across my subconscious like rounds from a machine gun, but though his mouth<br />
moved, not a word came from him. Not only could Marie direct <strong>the</strong> Remnants to hold him against <strong>the</strong> wall, but she could also make <strong>the</strong>m keep him<br />
from speaking. Rage gave a flare <strong>of</strong> energy to my limbs, making me drag myself to my feet as I faced her.<br />
“We both know if I had any <strong>of</strong> those abilities left in me, I’d be decorating <strong>the</strong> walls with your bloody, smoldering remains right now,” I said, wishing<br />
I had <strong>the</strong> stamina to sound more threatening. “I only picked up those powers for a short time when I drank from Vlad and Mencheres.”<br />
Satisfaction flitted across her features before <strong>the</strong>y became smooth again. “Like a Mambo,” she said, drawing out <strong>the</strong> unfamiliar word. “In my sect<br />
<strong>of</strong> voodoo, select Mambos drank from blood sprinkled with Zombi’s essence to absorb <strong>the</strong> god’s powers over <strong>the</strong> dead—temporarily. When I was<br />
changed into a ghoul, those powers became permanent, and increased more than anyone could imagine.”<br />
“Get those things <strong>of</strong>f Bones and you can tell me all about it,” I gritted out. Marie had confirmation <strong>of</strong> her suspicions about my power source, but<br />
we were still alive, so she must want something from us. I didn’t need a Magic 8 Ball to know if she wanted us dead, we’d be nothing but shriveling<br />
heaps in this dingy room by now.<br />
Her hazelnut gaze met mine, no mercy in <strong>the</strong>ir depths as she held out <strong>the</strong> glass filled with her blood. “Drink this or he dies.”<br />
I looked into her eyes and knew, down to my soul, that she wasn’t bluffing. No matter that I feared what would happen when I drank from that<br />
glass, I’d drain it dry to save Bones.<br />
A swipe <strong>of</strong> my hand indicated <strong>the</strong> wall <strong>of</strong> Remnants between us. “Let me through.”<br />
Her brow ticked up, and <strong>the</strong>n a path appeared amidst <strong>the</strong> mass <strong>of</strong> transparent bodies. I went through that chasm, refusing to look at Bones in<br />
case by gesture or mime he’d try to tell me not to do what I was about to. It won’t affect you, won’t affect you, I repeated like a litany as I took <strong>the</strong><br />
glass from Marie’s outstretched hand and <strong>the</strong>n tipped it to my mouth, swallowing deeply.<br />
Relief swept through me at <strong>the</strong> bitter, cloying taste, so different from vampire blood. If I didn’t like it, <strong>the</strong>n it couldn’t have <strong>the</strong> same effect as<br />
vampire blood did, because that tasted like ambrosia to me. I let <strong>the</strong> glass drop from my hand once it was empty, feeling small, petty satisfaction to<br />
see it shatter upon impact. I was pissed enough at Marie to want to see her in tiny pieces on <strong>the</strong> floor, too, but right now, I’d settle for imagining <strong>the</strong><br />
glittering shards <strong>of</strong> crystal were bits <strong>of</strong> her corpse.