Murder of Crows (The Twenty-Sided Sorceress Book 2) (13 page)

Rustling in the rear of the cave caught my attention. I crept around the pit and stopped at the entrance. I didn’t want to go back into the dark, back beneath tons of earth and stone. I summoned my magic, debating just spamming bolts of pure power throughout the damn cave to see if I could flush Not Afraid out.

Great. My plan was apparently to Magic Missile the darkness. There had to be a better way.

“Not Afraid,” I called out. “Come face me, you bastard.”

Silence. Then rustling and hissing. With my luck the cave was full of snakes or something. The hissing reminded me of the noise a crow makes when angry, however. Not a sibilant sound so much as air being forced out of a small throat.

I pooled power in my hands, willing it into a bright purple goo that phosphoresced. Then I flung the goo into the cave, throwing my hands wide so that it splattered across as wide an area as I could manage. The light goo painted the stalactites and the cave floor, revealing a wide cavern with a ceiling that would have forced Alek to duck along the outer edge but opened up toward the back. The glow illuminated enough that I could make out shapes. There was something at the back of the cave, a shape that clearly wasn’t a stalactite or stalagmite.

With a deep breath and more power at the ready, I moved into the cave. I crept toward the rustling and movement from the shape at the back. As I neared, I formed another ball of light goo and spattered the stalactites above me with it.

The shape resolved itself into a cage of human bones. Inside the cage was a giant crow that looked like something out of a Resident Evil movie. Its feathers were caked with ichor and dried blood, with large patches sloughed off and other hanging by threads of flesh. Its mouth was open, making that horrid hissing noise I’d heard before. The crow looked at me as Wolf started growling again.

Its eyes were exactly like Wolf’s eyes. Full black with pinpricks of light like a backcountry sky on a moonless night.

Undying. The ancient guardians of the beings who became the human’s gods.

Shishishiel.

He hadn’t abandoned the People. He was trapped. Tortured and somehow decaying.

Wolf’s fur isn’t perfectly black anymore. Down her belly is a thick line of white scar tissue. A parting gift from Samir. We had barely made it away from him alive. He was the only person I knew who could hurt an Undying.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Not Afraid slunk out from behind a stalagmite at the back of the cave. “Samir was very helpful. Now you see why I had to honor my oath to him? He promised me vengeance. He stopped Shishishiel.”

Shishishiel shrieked and tried to open his wings, but the bone cage prevented it.

I unleashed my magic, slamming pure force into the cage, not daring to speak first lest I warn Not Afraid of my intentions. Nothing happened. It was as though the cage ate my magic. I grabbed it with my hands and was rebuffed by a shield of power that hovered just above the bones. The force of it threw me back and I slammed into a stalagmite. Crystalline rocks crashed about me and stung my face and arms as they fell.

This cave was fragile. Good to remember. I didn’t fancy getting impaled.

“That will not work,” Not Afraid said.

“What will?” I asked. I didn’t expect him to answer, it was more to buy time for Wolf to circle around behind me and come up on his flank.

Not Afraid just laughed; his face again a death mask in the purple light of my spell. Blue fire danced in his eyes and limned his body. I prayed that meant the spirit was in him, which would mean Wolf could help. He drew a large knife from a sheath at his waist. I wondered if it had always been there but hidden by illusions, or if he had come back here to weapon up. I thought of Gibb’s rule nine from
NCIS
. Always carry a knife.

Another thing I was going to change if I made it out of this situation.

“Where is Samir?” I slowly got to my feet, careful to make no move that might provoke an attack.

Not Afraid shrugged. “Not here. He said if you could not handle us, you would not be worth his time. He was not even sure you would come. But I was. I know the Crow. Blood calls to blood. No one leaves Sky Heart’s Tribe alive.”

Wolf sprang at Not Afraid and he twisted, slashing with the knife. The blade glowed with red fire, power I recognized.

“Wolf, no!” I yelled. Samir had enchanted that knife. It was too late. The blade cut into Wolf’s shoulder and she howled, iridescent blood spurting from her wound. I threw a bolt of magic at Not Afraid. It was easily deflected by a burst of blue energy and fizzled before doing more than distracting him momentarily.

A moment was enough for Wolf to get away. She was the size of a pony and her ability to maneuver inside the cave was limited by the crystalline growths. She limped backward, snarling.

“You can’t kill me,” I said, taunting Not Afraid, trying to make him focus only on me. “Did Samir tell you that? He’s setting you up. Fucking with you. This is all just one of his stupid games, a way to hurt me.”

“There are worse fates than death,” Not Afraid replied, turning to me. He wiped the blade on his leathers and grinned. “Just ask Shishishiel.”

Shishishiel. Not Afraid was between me and the cage, but I could see the crow’s pained eyes beyond us. As I watched, a droplet of milky water fell from an overhead stalactite and splashed onto the cage, running down the yellowed bones.

Shishishiel, my mind repeated. The crow spirit had stopped Not Afraid and Blood Mother a century before. He was dangerous enough that Samir had neutralized him before resurrecting Not Afraid. Free the crow, save the People.

It didn’t have quite the same ring as “save the cheerleader, save the world,” but I would work with the ideas I had.

The water got through. The crystals were fragile, but I was willing to bet a whole stalactite would be pretty heavy. Heavy enough to break bones?

“Is the cage made from your sister?” I asked, buying time as I gathered my magic again. I couldn’t use gestures. Nothing could give away what I was planning or Not Afraid would attack. I had to keep him talking. In the end, he was just a kid. A totally crazy kid with the insane rage spirit echo of his dead twin sister living inside him. Still, he had talked to Carlos. He seemed to want someone to listen.

“Yes,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Why?”

“After you cut me up or whatever, are you going to kill the rest of the People?” I formed my magic into a razor-thin disk over my head, not daring to look up and check my work. I hoped Blood Mother couldn’t see my magic. Not Afraid wasn’t reacting so far, and as they say, so far, so good.

“I will wipe out the bloodlines.” His lips curled back from his teeth.

“Even my sister? She isn’t crow. She’s just a kid, just like Buttercup.”

“No,” he said. “She isn’t. She’s of your blood, of Sky Heart’s blood. They all must die. They all must suffer.” He took a step toward me, brandishing the blade. “You will suffer first.”

“You weren’t going to keep your oath to me even if you hadn’t cut a deal with Samir, were you?” I asked.

I didn’t give him time to answer. I already knew what he would say. Envisioning the invisible weapon like Xena’s chakram, I threw the magic disk at the stalactite above the cage.

The magic chakram sheered through the crystal. The stalactite crashed down, smashing into the bones.

Not Afraid screamed and attacked as the cage shattered. Bone and crystal fragments flew everywhere, pieces embedding themselves in my body with searing force. I threw myself sideways, my hands up to protect my face. Not Afraid came down on top of me and I grabbed at his arms, struggling to keep the knife away from my body. He straddled me, his superior strength winning out as the knife blade dug into my chest. Blue fire rippled around his arms and joined the red fire burning a hole into my breastbone.

The screaming was all me. I tried to fight the panic, fight the feeling that I was about to die. It is hard to remember you are immortal when your heart is slowly being burned out of your chest.

I wasn’t even sure that Samir’s knife couldn’t kill me. I really didn’t want to find out I’d been wrong all these years about how to kill a sorceress.

Wolf’s jaws closed on Not Afraid’s shoulder as she sprang at him and tried to drag him off me, her head whipping back and forth. I tried to gather power, to blast him off my chest, but the pain was too much. Red spots danced in my vision like blood spatter and cold darkness closed in, fogging my mind.

Then a woman appeared over Not Afraid. She was Native, her skin perfectly red-brown and smooth, her face ageless, young and ancient somehow all at once. Her eyes met mine and all I saw were stars as she reached for his head with strong, graceful hands.

She broke his neck.

Blue energy swirled up from him but the woman shook her head and opened her mouth. Blood Mother’s power swirled in the air, seeming to resist for a moment like a child who doesn’t want to go to bed yet. Then it flowed into her mouth and was gone.

She pulled Not Afraid off me and the knife clattered to the ground.

“Shishishiel,” I whispered. I’d always thought of the Crow as a man. Sky Heart had always called the spirit “he.” I guess we see what we want to see.

The woman turned away from me and touched Wolf’s injured shoulder. The leak of iridescent blood stopped and the wound closed.

I realized then that Shishishiel wasn’t Undying. She was one of the beings the Undying guarded.

She stared into Wolf’s eyes for a long moment as though they were holding an intimate conversation. For all I knew, they were. Then she shifted to a crow shape and flew out of the cave, leaving only the faint murmur of wings behind her.

I used Wolf’s leg to pull myself up and forced myself to look down at my chest. The bleeding had stopped but there was a ragged wound with charred edges, and it smelled like bacon.

“You got some ‘splaining to do,” I muttered at Wolf. Which was pointless. Wolf wouldn’t tell me anything even if she could. I had a lot of sudden suspicions about how she came to protect me, however, all of which led to a lot more questions.

Questions I could ponder when I wasn’t two breaths away from passing the fuck out. I picked up the magic knife. Instinct told me to destroy it, but logic told me to bring it with me. I couldn’t leave it. The blade was too dangerous. Not Afraid had a sheath belted to his waist with a leather cord. I pulled it free of his corpse and slung it over my shoulder after putting away the blade.

With Wolf as my crutch, I stumbled my way out of the cave, blinking in the bright sunlight. One foot in front of another, we made our way across the ravine and back toward camp. Despite Shishishiel closing Wolf’s wound, my guardian was still limping, and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to stay on her back. So we walked. Or shambled. Shuffled. Stumbled. One foot in front of the other. Over and over.

I don’t know how far I got. A mile? Less, probably. There were lots of trees still. And sword ferns which rose up to catch me as I slumped into them.

The next thing I knew, Alek was bending over me.

“Is it over?” he asked. Not, “Are you all right?” or another expression of concern. He didn’t try to touch me, either. That worried me but I shoved it aside.

“Yes,” I croaked. “He’s dead.”

It wasn’t over, however. I had a feeling this was just Samir’s opening salvo. His shot across my bow.

“Good,” Alek said. Then his voice softened, and he added, “Rest, I’ve got you.” He picked me up gently in his warm arms.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” I said. Then red-tinged darkness roared up and pulled me under.

Either I had made it further than I thought or I stayed passed out for a lot longer than it felt like, because it seemed like barely any time had gone by before we emerged from the forest and into the camp.

The People were gathered again, standing in loose rows, filling the open space in front of the big house. Pearl stood over the two bodies. Both had been wrapped now with indigo burial sheets. No one said a word. They watched us pass in eerie silence as Alek carried me toward where his truck was parked. It appeared we were going to get the hell out of Dodge.

“Wait,” I said, my throat still feeling like I’d swallowed gravel and my chest still on fire with every breath. “Put me down.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” Alek said.

I started to struggle and he had no choice. I stumbled, grabbing his arm to steady myself. Wolf was nowhere in sight.

“You must go,” Pearl said. She seemed less angry now, but there was a hard finality in her words that allowed no argument.

“What will happen to Em?” I asked, gesturing at the angry girl standing near Pearl. My half sister had shifted, but not into a crow. I wanted to believe that my mother wouldn’t throw her off a cliff at least, but this was the same woman who had sent me away to live with an abusive couple.

I thought about what Sky Heart had said about wanting to kill me young. I thought about the bones beneath the cliff. Perhaps my mother had known, had suspected. She had tried to save me. I pushed that thought aside.

“Em is staying with us,” Pearl said. “We must change to survive. Sky Heart’s ways brought evil to the People. We will not send our children away. Never again.”