CHAPTER 31
I was certain I’d find Elodie lying bleeding or maybe even dead when I got to the cemetery. So I was shocked when I saw her standing next to Alice, smiling as she faded away—only to reappear seconds later about a yard away.
She’d finally mastered the transportation spell.
Alice saw me first and lifted her hand in greeting. I stared at her and wondered how I’d ever believed she was just another ghost. None of the ghosts at Hecate had ever looked so real, so whole. Life radiated from her. I felt stupid for not seeing it before.
I neared them, fear racing through me. Elodie had stopped smiling the instant she saw me and was now looking somewhere over my head.
“Elodie,” I said in what I’d meant to be a calm voice, but I know I sounded as strained and scared as I felt. “I think we should go back to the school. Mrs. Casnoff is looking for you.”
“No she’s not,” Elodie answered. She reached down into her blouse and pulled out her necklace. “It glows whenever someone’s looking for me, and tells me who it is. See?” The pendent was glowing, and I could make out my own name etched across it in dull gold.
“Family heirloom, huh?” I asked Alice.
She smiled, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. “Now, Sophia, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I said too quickly. “I just think Elodie and I should head back to the school now.”
Mentally, I was calculating how long it would take Mrs. Casnoff and, I hoped, Cal to get out here. If Jenna had found them right after I’d left, surely they were only a few minutes behind me.
Alice frowned and lifted her head, sniffing the air—there was nothing even remotely human in the gesture. I felt myself start to shake.
“You’re frightened, Sophia,” she said. “Why on earth would you be afraid of me?”
“I’m not,” I replied, but again my voice gave me away.
The wind blew through the trees, making them creak against each other and sending strange shadows skittering across the ground. Alice turned her head and took a deep breath. This time her expression hardened. “You’ve brought intruders on us. Why would you do such a thing, Sophia?”
She flicked her hands toward the woods, and I could hear a loud groaning, like the trees were uprooting themselves and moving. She was slowing Mrs. Casnoff and Cal down, I realized with horror.
“You led Casnoff here?” Elodie asked, but my eyes were locked on Alice.
“I know what you are,” I said, my voice little more than a whisper. I’d expected Alice to look surprised or at least angry, but she just smiled again. Somehow, that was much scarier.
“Do you indeed?” she asked.
“A demon.”
She laughed, a low throaty sound, and her eyes flashed a reddish-purple.
I turned to Elodie. She looked guilty, but she didn’t flinch from my gaze.
“You did summon a demon,” I said, and she nodded, like I’d just accused her of dyeing her hair, or something equally innocuous.
“We had no choice,” she insisted. “You heard what Mrs. Casnoff said: our enemies are getting stronger all the time. I mean, my God, Sophie, they turned one of ours and used him against us. We had to be prepared.”
She said all of this in the patient tone of a kindergarten teacher.
“So what?” I asked, my voice shaking. “You let her kill Holly?”
Now her eyes dropped, and she said, “A blood sacrifice is the only way to bind a demon to you.”
I wanted to run at her, hit her, scream, but I was frozen in place.
Elodie looked at me with wide, begging eyes.
“We didn’t mean to kill Holly. We knew we needed four to hold the demon and make it do our bidding. But we had to have blood. So I did a sleeping spell on her and Chaston pierced her neck with a dagger. We thought we could stop the bleeding before it was too late, but she just bled so much.”
I could taste bile at the back of my throat. “You could have taken blood from anywhere,” I said. “You took it from her throat so you could blame Jenna for it. Kill two birds with one stone, huh?”
I went on. “You knew that you killed Holly, but you let everyone think it was Jenna. You made me wonder if it had been her.”
“I thought it was her who attacked Chaston and Anna,” Elodie said, a tear trickling down her cheek. “We just thought the ritual had backfired. I never saw Alice before that night with you, I swear.”
Now I looked at Alice. “Why didn’t you appear to them?
Alice shrugged. “They weren’t worth my time. They pulled me out of hell, but I felt no need to serve three schoolgirls.”
She lifted one hand, and Elodie jerked.
“I wondered why it took you so long to figure it out,” Alice said, still looking at me. “You’re supposed to be such a bright girl, Sophie, and yet you couldn’t tell the difference between a ghost and a demon? Or was it more?”
She turned her hand a little to the left, and Elodie screamed as she flew to the side, landing in a heap against the graveyard fence. She lay still after that, but I didn’t know if she’d been knocked out or if Alice was using magic to keep her from moving.
“Do you know what I think, Sophia? I think you knew what I was but you didn’t want to face it. Because if I’m a demon, then what does that make you?”
My whole body was trembling now. I wanted to cover my ears to block out what she was saying. Because she was right. I’d known there was something off about her, but I hadn’t wanted to question it because I’d liked her. I’d liked the power she’d given me.
“I’ve waited for you for so long, Sophia,” Alice said, and now she looked like she always did—just a girl my age. “When those pathetic excuses for dark witches did their summoning spell, I clawed my way over a horde of demons to be the one brought forth. In the hopes that I could find you.”
Blood was rushing in my ears, pounding at my temples.
“But why?” I whispered through chattering teeth.
Her smile was beautiful and terrible. Her eyes glowed as bright as a furnace. “Because we’re family.”
Then I was flung backward, my back slamming painfully against a tree, the bark scraping me through my shirt. I tried to move, but my limbs were heavy and useless.
“I apologize for that,” she said, moving toward Elodie, “but I can’t have you in the way just now.”
She knelt beside Elodie while I sat helpless and paralyzed. As gently as a mother with a baby, Alice lifted Elodie’s head into her lap. Her eyes unfocused and half shut, Elodie rolled her head to one side as Alice stroked her temple. Then Alice lifted her hand to Elodie’s neck. Two thin claws shot from her fingertips, illuminated by the light from the orb.
Elodie barely flinched as the claws punctured her neck, but I screamed. When Alice lowered her mouth to drink, I shut my eyes.
I didn’t know how much time had passed before I could suddenly move again—but when I finally stood, Alice was standing in front of me, and Elodie lay, very pale and very still, against the cemetery gates.
I ran to her, and Alice didn’t try to stop me.
Kneeling at Elodie’s side, I felt the damp earth beneath us. Elodie’s face was cool under mine, but her eyes were still half open, and I could hear her shallow breathing.
The wounds at her neck were red and raw, the rest of her very white. Our eyes met and her lips moved, like she was trying to say something.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, for everything.”
She blinked once, and her lips moved again. Hand.
Thinking she wanted me to hold her hand, I reached down and took her left hand in mine.
She gave a deep sigh, and I felt a low vibration, like a low voltage current.
I felt her magic settle over me, just like she’d described. It felt soft and cold, like snow. Then her hand slipped from mine, and she went very still.
I heard Alice laugh. I turned to see her twirling in a circle, her skirt held out to her sides. “I must say, of all the gifts you could have given me, that one was the best.”
Slowly, I rose to my feet. “Gift?”
Alice stopped twirling, but she was still giggling. “That night you brought her with you, I was sure you had figured out what I really was. It was kind of you to bring her to me and save me the risk of getting caught in that horrid school.”
The magic Elodie had passed on to me still thrummed in my veins, but I had no idea what to do with it. I knew I was no match for Alice, even if we did share the same type of power. She’d had a lot longer to use it, plus I guessed her stint in hell had taught her a few tricks. So the only thing I had going for me were the few paragraphs I could remember from the demon books I’d read, and pure, clean rage.
Alice was laughing again, magic drunk on Elodie’s blood. “Now that I’ve regained my full strength, we’ll be unstoppable, Sophia. Nothing will be out of our reach.”
But I wasn’t listening to her. I was looking at the statue of the angel and the black sword in its hands. Black rock.
Demonglass.
In Defense, the Vandy was always going on about how everyone had a weakness, and I knew what Alice’s was.
Me.
“Break,” I murmured, and with a loud crack, the sword split in half. The jagged stone landed in the grass just in front of me. I picked it up even as it burned hot and its edges sliced my hand. It was heavier than I’d thought it would be, and I hoped I’d be able to lift it high enough to do what I had to.
Alice turned around and saw me holding the shard, but she didn’t look scared, just confused. “What are you doing, Sophia?”
She was standing about ten feet from me. I knew that if I ran at her, she’d flick me into a tree like a bug. But she was so giddy and didn’t think I’d hurt her. After all, we were family.
I closed my eyes and concentrated, calling on my own power and the magic Elodie had given me. A fierce wind whipped around me, a wind so cold that it took my breath. My blood slowed in my veins even as my heart raced. I opened my eyes to find myself directly in front of Alice.
Her eyes widened, but not with fear or surprise. With delight.
“You did it!” she said excitedly, like we were at my ballet recital.
“Yeah. I did.”
And then I hefted the shard of demonglass and sliced her neck.