Anguish twisted his features. “Don’t listen to that part. There’s more than that. There’s you, and me—”
The first of the salambes overtook the swarm of soul bits, swatting them aside in a contrail swirl. Liam gave a shout and leapt for it even as it attacked. She expected him to blow through it, as Ecco had during their first encounter with the incorporeal tenebrae. But Liam and the salambe collided with a force that knocked the soulflies into another swirling confusion. Jilly gasped; she knew his emanation in the demon realm wasn’t his physical self—still, destruction was possible. Maybe even more perilous, since whatever happened to the demon-mottled soul of a talya after death, its chances couldn’t be improved this close to the deeper nether-world of hell.
More salambes were phasing into the gray, their shapes clearer now than in the real world, as if the compatible energy gave them extra power. How unfair.
She gritted her teeth. Hell, like life, might not be fair, but she had a demon of her own, after all. She lifted her arm, the bracelet lofted high. The soulflies spiraled in, slowly at first, then making her dizzy with their quickening whirl.
The league wasn’t going to win. There were too many against them, her force and Liam’s split from the other talyan—split from each other—just when Corvus had found a way to bring the forces of evil together in a real army.
The soulflies were like a path, leading her farther down into the gray. She had to follow, to trap them in that spiral where they couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. Where they themselves couldn’t be hurt.
Because that’s what she’d always believed. She’d gotten trapped in her own pain and sadness. It was just easier, safer, to stay locked inside. Wasn’t Liam always telling her to be safe?
Since when had she ever done what he said?
At the thought of him, her heart contracted, and she realized, dimly, that it hadn’t done that for a while. That beating thing. Was she dying down here in the gray? She would’ve thought it would hurt more.
She didn’t want to hurt, and it hurt to love Liam when she wasn’t sure he could love her back. Not that she’d taken the chance to ask.
Love. The word lanced through her awareness, brighter than soulflies, straight and true.
Perhaps a path out, if she was brave enough to take it.
Somewhere in the gathering darkness, the thought welled up inside her, the reminder that he didn’t want her. He had a love already, the league, the mission.
Sink, the darkness whispered to her. Fall through the cracks. Get lost in the shadows.
She’d never get out.
Never have a chance to tell Liam, give him the chance to love her too.
The lost souls around her pulled her down. All those people who hadn’t found hope or strength or love. Just the solace of emptiness. The weight of those tiny shards was overwhelming.
“No thanks,” she whispered. “I’m not going to start listening now. I know what I want.” And whom she wanted.
If ever she was going to use her defiance for her own good . . .
She pushed back. The soulflies—so gently drifting in the human realm—were a cyclone around her now, the white blur of them lightening the gray. She remembered how the black malice cyclone had spun around her and Liam, and how they’d busted free together.
She’d always wanted to go it alone, but now she needed to take a lesson from the way she’d always harped at the wary kids who’d been too disappointed, too hurt by the life that had come before.
She didn’t want to be trapped in her own shit anymore. Time to get over it.
“Liam!” She didn’t reach for the demon lows; instead she dredged up all the longing and entreaty she’d never voiced and flung it out to the void.
A palm slapped over hers, and strong fingers slid down to wrap around her wrist, tighter even than the band of the bracelet.
From between the shadows, first one broad shoulder, then the rest of Liam appeared. He pulled her close. “Stay with me.”
At the feel of him, sturdy and real, tears welled in her eyes. She blinked hard. “I will.”
He must have heard the sincerity, and the extra note of something more. He looked down at her, brow furrowed. She touched his jaw, and the confusion in his eyes vanished. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
When he lifted his head, the other salambes had phased almost to the point of solidity and marched forward in a line. Their single upthrust teeth glinted in the soulflies’ glow. Jilly didn’t want to test whether her etheric body could be ripped apart by those teeth, as Dory had been bisected, to her everlasting damnation, by the pearly white line of solvo.
The closest salambe swiped at them, and Liam swung her out of the way. Her outflung arm, the knot-work bracelet a sullen gleam, trailed a churning backwash of soulflies.
As one, the salambes flinched back.
“The bracelet,” she gasped as Liam danced her backward out of reach. “They’re afraid of the bracelet.”
“You were lucky to catch one on the rooftop using the knot-work trap,” he reminded her. “The rest of them will get us before we can get them all.”
She shuddered at the memory of Perrin disappearing over the ledge. Hovering in the tenebraeternum, she and Liam were even closer to a much more terrifying descent.
The soulflies gathered closer to her again, and the salambes crept closer too, until Jilly was choking on the rusted stench of them. If only salambes were as drifty and quiescent as Dory without her soul. Rain-sweet wouldn’t hurt either.
But the demons didn’t have souls, so the pretty white poison of solvo would have zero effect on them. Their soullessness and the haints’ was what made their pairing so powerfully evil and evilly powerful.
Liam retreated another step. He wouldn’t have, except for her, she knew. He couldn’t wield his hammer when she was in his arms.
She was supposed to be his weapon, but she’d lost Perrin, his demon slipping away with his soul, just as she’d lost Andre, lost Dory’s soul, unable to lead her sister back from the darkness that trapped her.
Damn, just when she would give her own soul to Liam to prove she was willing, she found it worth less than the tiny flecks whirling around her, which at least had the advantage of forming a shimmering pale shield between them and the salambes.
Such a thin, insubstantial shield . . .
She clutched Liam’s arm. “It’s not the bracelet scaring the salambes. It’s the soulflies.”
She twisted in his arms and dragged him forward a step. The wandering souls followed. And the salambes retreated.
“Dory and the haints are vulnerable without their souls,” she started.
Liam finished her thought, “And the salambes would be vulnerable with them. Trapped in one body, just like we are.”
Keeping her sheltered under his arm, he strode forward. The soulfly shield belled out ahead of them. “Hey, badass rebel girl, how about you wave them a nice ‘fuck you’?”
She grinned at the bright gleam in his eye and did as he asked. At the upward sweep of her braceleted arm, the soulflies swirled out toward the salambes, which scattered in all directions.
Liam closed his grasp around her upraised fist and brought her hand to his mouth. His teeth clicked against the woven metal; then his breath was hot on her palm as he kissed the pulse point of her wrist. His gaze never left hers. “You want to show them who’s really boss?”
Her heart skipped at the appearance of the faint dimple in his cheek. She nodded.
His mouth descended on hers like an avenging angel, soft as feathers and white- hot. She clutched the bunched muscles of his back, and under her hand, he felt real, unyielding, worldly. She wanted to survive this. To take her chance with him.
Behind her closed eyes, the tempest of the soulflies twinkled like a frozen sea of stars from when the universe was newly born.