Fallen (39 page)

Everyone for miles around must have believed the world was ending. Luce didn’t know what to think. Her heart seized up.

Daniel had told her not to look back because he knew the sight of it would make her want to go to him.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Miss Sophia said, grabbing Luce by the scruff of the neck and dragging her across campus. When they reached the gymnasium, Luce realized that Miss Sophia had been carrying Penn the whole time, using only one arm.

“What
are
you?” Luce asked as Miss Sophia pushed her through the double doors.

The librarian pulled a long key from the pocket of her beaded red cardigan and slipped it into a part of the brick wall at the front of the foyer that didn’t even look like a door. An entrance to a long stairway opened silently, and Miss Sophia gestured for Luce to precede her up the stairs.

Penn’s eyes were closed. She was either unconscious or in too much pain to keep them open. Either way, she was staying remarkably quiet.

“Where are we going?” Luce asked. “We need to get out of here. Where’s your car?” She didn’t want to scare Penn, but they needed to get to a doctor. Fast.

“Quiet, if you know what’s good for you.” Miss Sophia glanced at Penn’s wound and sighed. “We’re going to the only chamber in this place that hasn’t been desecrated with athletic equipment. Where we can be alone.”

By then, Penn had begun groaning in Miss Sophia’s arms. The blood from her wound was a thick, dark stream on the marble floor.

Luce eyed the steep staircase. She couldn’t even see its end. “I think for Penn’s sake we should stay down here. We’re going to need to get help pretty soon.”

Miss Sophia sighed and laid Penn down on the stone, quickly popping back up to lock the front door they’d just come through. Luce fell to her knees in front of Penn. Her friend looked so small and fragile. In the dim light coming from the delicate wrought iron chandelier overhead, Luce could at last see how badly she’d been injured.

Penn was the only friend Luce had at Sword & Cross she could really relate to, the only one she wasn’t intimidated by. After Luce had seen what Arriane and Gabbe and Cam were capable of, few things made sense. But one did: Penn was the only kid at Sword & Cross like her.

Except Penn was stronger than Luce. Smarter and happier and more easygoing. She was the reason Luce had made it through these first few weeks of reform school at all. Without Penn, who knew where Luce would be?

“Oh, Penn.” Luce sighed. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you all fixed up.”

Penn murmured something incomprehensible, which made Luce nervous. Luce turned back to Miss Sophia, who was closing all the windows in the foyer one by one.

“She’s fading fast,” Luce said. “We
need
to call a doctor.”

“Yes, yes,” Miss Sophia said, but something in her tone sounded preoccupied. She seemed consumed with closing up the building, as if the shadows from the cemetery were on their way here right now.

“Luce?” Penn whispered. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be.” Luce squeezed her hand. “You’re so brave. This whole time you’ve been such a pillar of strength.”

“Give me a break,” Miss Sophia said from behind her, in a rough voice Luce had never heard her use. “She’s a pillar of salt.”

“What?” Luce asked, confused. “What does that mean?”

Miss Sophia’s beady eyes had narrowed into thin black slits. Her face pinched into wrinkles and she bitterly shook her head. Then, very slowly, from the sleeve of her cardigan, she produced a long silver dagger. “The girl is only slowing us down.”

Luce’s eyes widened as she watched Miss Sophia raise the dagger over her head. Dazed, Penn didn’t register what was happening, but Luce certainly did.

“No!” she screamed, reaching up to stop Miss
Sophia’s arm, to turn away the dagger. But Miss Sophia knew what she was doing and deftly blocked Luce’s arm, pushing her aside with her free hand while she dragged the blade across Penn’s throat.

Penn grunted and coughed, her breath turning ragged. Her eyes rolled backward in their sockets the way they did when she was thinking. Except she wasn’t thinking, she was dying. At last her eyes met Luce’s. Then they slowly dulled and Penn’s breathing quieted.

“Messy but necessary,” Miss Sophia said, wiping the blade clean on Penn’s black sweater.

Luce stumbled backward, covering her mouth, unable to scream and unable to look away from her dying friend, unable to look at the woman who she’d thought was on their side. Suddenly, she realized why Miss Sophia had bolted all the doors and windows in the foyer. It wasn’t to keep anyone out. It was to keep her in.

A
t the top of the stairs was a flat brick wall. Dead ends of any kind had always made Luce claustrophobic, and this one was even worse because of the knife poised at her throat. She dared a glance back at the steep flight they’d climbed. From here, it looked like a very long and painful fall.

Miss Sophia was speaking in tongues again, muttering under her breath as she skillfully eased open another hidden door. She shoved Luce into a tiny chapel
and locked the door behind them. It was freezing inside and smelled overwhelmingly of chalky dust. Luce struggled to breathe, to swallow the bilious saliva in her mouth.

Penn could not be dead. That whole thing could not just have happened. Miss Sophia
could not be that evil
.

Daniel had said to trust Miss Sophia. He’d said to go with her until he could come for Luce…

Miss Sophia paid Luce no attention, merely made her way around the room, lighting candle after candle, genuflecting at each one, and continuing to chant in a language Luce didn’t know. The twinkling votives revealed that the chapel was clean and well maintained, which meant it must not have been too long since someone else had been up there. But surely Miss Sophia was the only one on campus who would have a key to the hidden door? Who else would even know this place existed?

The red tile ceiling was sloping and uneven. Broad, faded tapestries cloaked the walls, depicting images of creepy half-man, half-fish creatures battling on a roiling sea. There was a small white altar up at the front, and a few rows of simple wooden pews ranked along the gray stone floor. Luce looked around frantically for an exit, but there were no other doors and no windows.

Luce’s legs were shaking with fury and fear. She was in agony over Penn, betrayed and lying alone at the foot of the stairs.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, backing up against the arched chapel doors. “I trusted you.”

“That’s your own fault, dear,” Miss Sophia said, roughly twisting Luce’s arm. Then the dagger was back at her neck and she was being marched up the chapel’s aisle. “Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it’s a good way to get yourself killed.”

Miss Sophia pushed Luce toward the altar. “Now be a dear and lie down, would you?”

Because the knife was still too close to her throat, Luce did as she was told. She felt a spot of coolness on her neck and reached up to touch it. When she took her fingers away, the tips were red with dots of blood where the knife had pricked her. Miss Sophia slapped her hand down.

“You think that’s bad, you should see what you’re missing outside,” she said, making Luce shudder. Daniel was outside.

The altar was a square white platform, a single slab of stone no bigger than Luce herself. She felt cold and desperately exposed atop it, imagining the pews filled up with shadowy churchgoers waiting for her torture to take place.

Looking straight up, she saw that there was a window in this cavernous chapel, a large stained-glass rosette like a skylight in the ceiling. It had a complicated geometric floral pattern, with red and purple roses against a navy-blue
background. It would have been a whole lot prettier to Luce if it had offered a view of the outside.

“Let’s see, where did I … ah yes!” Miss Sophia reached below the altar and returned with a thick length of rope. “Don’t wiggle, now,” she said, waving the knife in Luce’s direction. Then she set about securing Luce to four holes drilled into the altar’s surface. First each ankle, then each wrist. Luce tried not to writhe as she was tied down like some sort of sacrifice. “Perfect,” Miss Sophia said, giving her intricate knots a firm tug.

“You planned all this,” Luce realized, aghast.

Miss Sophia grinned as sweetly as she had the very first day Luce had stumbled into the library. “I would say it’s nothing personal, Lucinda, but actually, it is,” she cackled. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment alone with you.”

“Why?” Luce asked. “What do you want from me?”

“You, I just want eliminated,” Miss Sophia said. “It’s
Daniel
I want freed up.”

She left Luce on the altar and moved to a lectern near Luce’s feet. She hoisted the Grigori book onto the lectern and began rapidly flipping through the pages. Luce thought back to the moment she’d opened it and seen her face next to Daniel’s for the first time. How it had finally hit her that he was an angel. She’d known next to nothing then, and yet she’d felt certain that the photograph meant she and Daniel could be together.

Now that felt impossible.

“You’re just sitting there swooning over him, aren’t you?” Miss Sophia asked. She smacked the book closed and banged her fist on its cover. “This is precisely the problem.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Luce strained against the ropes binding her to the altar. “What do you care about what Daniel and I feel for each other, or who either one of us dates in the first place?” This psycho had nothing to do with them.

“I should like to have a word with whoever thought putting the fate of all of our eternal souls in the hands of one lovesick pair of infants was so brilliant an idea.” She raised a shaking fist high in the air. “They want the balance to be tipped?
I’ll
show them tipping the balance.” The point of her dagger gleamed in the candlelight.

Luce drew her eyes away from the blade. “You’re crazy.”

“If wanting to bring to a final head the longest, greatest battle ever fought means I’m crazy”—Miss Sophia’s tone implied that Luce was dense for not knowing all this already—“so be it.”

The idea that Miss Sophia could have any say in ending the battle didn’t add up in Luce’s mind. Daniel was fighting the battle outside. What was going on in here couldn’t compare to that. Regardless of whether Miss Sophia had crossed over to the other side.

“They said it would be Hell on earth,” Luce whispered. “The end of days.”

Miss Sophia started laughing. “It would seem that way to you now. Is it such a surprise that I’m one of the good guys, Lucinda?”

“If you’re on the good side,” Luce spat, “it doesn’t sound like a war worth fighting.”

Miss Sophia smiled, as if she’d expected Luce to say those very words. “Your death may be just the push Daniel needs. A little push in the right direction.”

Luce squirmed on the altar. “You—you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Miss Sophia crossed back toward her, and brought her face close. The artificial baby-powder old lady scent filled Luce’s nose, making her gag.

“Of course I would,” Miss Sophia said, bobbing the wild silver frizz of her unkempt hair. “You’re the human equivalent of a migraine.”

“But I’ll just come back. Daniel told me.” Luce gulped.
In seventeen years
.

“Oh, no you won’t. Not this time,” Miss Sophia said. “That first day you walked into my library, I saw something in your eyes, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.” She smiled down at Luce. “I’ve met you many times before, Lucinda, and most of the time, you’re a downright bore.”

Luce stiffened, feeling exposed, as if she were naked
on this altar. It was one thing for Daniel to have encountered her in other lives—but had others known her, too?

“This time,” Miss Sophia continued, “you had something of an edge. A genuine spark. But it wasn’t until tonight, that beautiful slipup about those agnostic parents of yours.”

“What about my parents?” Luce hissed.

“Well, my dear, the reason you come back again and again is because all the other times you’ve been born, you were ushered into religious belief. This time, when your parents opted out of baptizing you, they effectively left your little soul up for grabs.” She shrugged dramatically. “No ritual to welcome you into religion equals no reincarnation for Luce. A small but essential loophole in your cycle.”

Could this have been what Arriane and Gabbe had been hinting at in the cemetery? Luce’s head began to throb. A veil of red spots took over her vision and she heard a ringing in her ears. She blinked slowly, feeling even that tiny brush of her eyelids closing like a blast through her whole head. She was almost glad she was already lying down. Otherwise she might have fainted.

If this was really the end … well, it
couldn’t
be.

Miss Sophia leaned close to Luce’s face, sending spit flying with her words. “When you die tonight—you
die
. That’s it.
Kaput
. In this lifetime you’re nothing more than you appear to be: a stupid, selfish, ignorant, spoiled
little girl who thinks the world lives or dies on whether she gets to go out with some good-looking boy at school. Even if your death wouldn’t accomplish something so long-awaited, glorious, and grand, I’d still relish this moment, killing you.”