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And at last I locked my gaze with the bear, pacing and pulling at his chain, desperate to free himself. I looked hard and deep into those eyes for the first time and noticed the beautiful hazel color, green with an almost-brown star blooming from the pupil. I’d had to learn so much in such a short time, I’d forgotten Xander’s Genie 101. . . .
They possess a very powerful magic and can change shape and form, but only when their charge is threatened. . . . The shape they choose is the physical embodiment of their protection.
It must have happened when the Lyhtans attacked him. A knee-jerk reaction, because he knew they were after me. All this time,
my
Jinn had been protecting me, and I’d been too stupid to realize it. But why remain in animal form? Did it make him stronger? More capable of keeping me safe?
“Tyler!” I called out. “I wish Raif were here! I wish he were here now! Please, Tyler!”
Tyler’s bear lips quivered and he mewled in answer. I turned to the imposter standing beside me. “Why don’t you show your true face, coward?”
The blood loss had begun to take a toll on me. My breathing was labored as I tried to focus on saving myself. There was fight left in me, and I wasn’t about to go out flat on my back.
As the moon finished its passage across the sun, the clearing filled with blinding sunlight. I realized as the rays poured down on me that I had become something more than I had been, and with the passage of the eclipse, that transformation was complete. I thought about the cuts on my wrists, bathing the lovely green grass in crimson red, and I visualized the cuts healing more quickly than even my supernatural body allowed.
Close,
I told the cuts.
Heal. Stop bleeding
.
A chill ran the length of my arms and snaked around my wrists like bracelets made of ice. The sensation intensified, and though I couldn’t see the wounds, I felt my skin pull together, sensed the bleeding as it stopped.
By small degrees, my strength returned and I pulled against the Lyhtan hair binding me to the stone dais. My right ankle and then the left broke free, and I rotated the stiff and nearly numb extremities until I was certain I could move. I pulled with my arms and they broke the Lyhtan hair as if I’d been tied down with merely a thread.
The imposter Tyler flinched, taking a cautious step back. Indecision marred his features as he looked back and forth from me to the kids, who carried on as if nothing disturbed their moment in time. My body tingled in the sunlight. A faint glow burst from my skin, filtering all around me, but I had little time to contemplate these changes. I had to do something to stop the insufferable teenagers, who proceeded as if the world held nothing more enchanting than these nine horrible statues and the bowls of my blood.
The first of the nine lifted her bowl above the gaping maw of the snarling gargoyle. She poured the blood into the mouth of the beast, draining every last drop into the lifeless statue.
A vicious snarl cleaved the air, and the earth shook beneath me. I looked wide-eyed to the first gargoyle and watched in horror as it sprang from its perch and mauled the girl, tearing at her flesh with razor-sharp teeth. It no longer resembled hard granite; the gray flesh appeared smooth and supple. The sinews of its body flexed, and its wings beat slowly, stretching a body frozen in stone for ages. Its dull skin quivered as it lapped at the torn and bloody body it held in a clawed grasp. And the tongue that had once been curled inside its gaping mouth flicked out, forked and seemingly as sharp as a whetted blade.
Tyler’s stolen form shimmered for a moment, a wave of clear energy reminding me of a mirage. Or a glamour. A clever creature, indeed, but no Shaede could change its form to that extent. I leapt toward the imposter and tackled him to the ground, surprised at how easily I managed the feat.
I wrestled the dagger from his hand, still dripping with my blood, and held the tip to my would-be killer’s throat. “Show yourself,” I said.
The mirage flickered, and dull, expressionless eyes transformed to a milky blue. His head deflated and became small and girlish, fragile even, framed with mousy brown hair. The masculine frame grew more female and much more delicate. I stared at the tiny woman beneath me with disbelieving eyes. All at once, the truth seemed stranger to me than the illusion.
“Delilah,” I said.
“There’s nothing you can do!” She seethed. “It’s already begun, and once the transformation is complete, the Enphigmalé will be free!”
I looked up as a second guardian emptied his bowl, mimicking his neighbor’s actions. He fed the blood into the gargoyle’s mouth and it sprang to life, devouring his body in large, crunching bites.
“Why?” I had a hard time wrapping my mind around her decision to see this awful thing through. She was Tyler’s
friend
. I thought she’d been mine. What was her motivation? What could have filled her with so much hate?
Surrounded by enemies, I tried to assess the risk to myself and my only ally. The bear, or, rather, Tyler in bear form, pulled against his chain, but he was safe. And the third guardian of nine emptied the last of my blood from his bowl. Azriel stood guard at the bower, frozen by fear or wonder as he watched the grisly scene unfold. And the Lyhtans . . . they were so entertained by the violence, they’d forgotten about me altogether. But that would last only so long.
“They awaken,” Delilah said in awe. “The Enphigmalé will mete out death to those who imprisoned them. And for my part, I’ll finally have revenge.”
“Revenge?” Good lord, what kind of grudge could Delilah be harboring to prompt her to set these events in motion?
“Do you know how long I’ve waited?” Delilah wailed. Her eyes darted from side to side, making her look on the verge of madness. “What I had to do to orchestrate it all? It will all be worth it. Once he’s freed from his beast, those who’ve wronged us will pay. He promised me!”
Christ, she wasn’t making an
ounce
of sense. I debated a course of action. Listen to more of Delilah’s incoherent ramblings, or shut her up once and for all. With a heavy-handed swing, I knocked her out in a single punch. Taking a chance, I cut several strands of my hair with her dagger, using them to secure her wrists behind her back and her ankles. I plucked her from the ground and tossed her down on the dais, leaving her until I could decide what to do with her. In the meantime, I had a ritual to stop and a bear to set free.
Three of the kids were in the process of being devoured by the living Enphigmalé. Their batlike wings flapped in the breeze while they enjoyed their meals.
I crept slowly to the center of the clearing where Tyler had been chained. His purpose seemed pretty clear now. He was meant to be dessert.
He leapt and strained against the links in an effort to pull himself loose. Grabbing a section of chain in his mouth, he shook his head back and forth, gnawing down again and again, but the links held. He paused, panting, and changed his course of action, clawing at the spike protruding from the grass instead. Breaking into a run, I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hands around the spike, pulling with all my strength. The ground released its hold and I yanked the spike from the dirt with ease. He couldn’t run or fight while dragging the long rope of links behind him, though, and so, with a pat to his large, furry head, I braced one hand against the collar and pulled the chain with the other. I strained and groaned, yanking as hard as I could without hurting Tyler. The link at the collar weakened, and it pulled away by small degrees.
“Come on,” I said as I pulled. “Just a little bit more.”
Tyler dug his furry heels into the grass and leaned backward to help. The chain gave more with our joint effort, and I’d managed to separate the link enough to free it from the collar. A movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I buried my hands into his furry side, shoving at Tyler’s massive form. “Run!” I shouted.
He took off with amazing speed for such a lumbering creature. I rolled in the opposite direction as one of the Enphigmalé landed in the very spot we’d occupied. Its tail swished from side to side, cutting into the soft grass with ferocious force, throwing pieces of turf flying this way and that.
I trained my eyes on Tyler, and he stared straight back. “We have to take out the kids before they wake any more of them up!”
His head bobbed up and down and he took off, circumventing the living gargoyles and the bower where Azriel stood, eyes wide and mouth agape, unable to do anything but gawk like an idiot at the havoc he’d helped to give rise to.
Armed with nothing but Delilah’s dagger, I was at a disadvantage. I looked around for anything that might pass as a weapon, but the closest thing I could find was the cast-aside chain. I reached out, snatching it back to me like a whip.
Menacing silver eyes glinted from the dark gray, monstrous head of the Enphigmalé, and its tail jerked to and fro as it studied its prey. I stole a quick glance behind its shoulder, watching as Tyler successfully tackled one of the boys, bringing a swift and seemingly less-painful end to his life. A moment later, one of the girls met the same end. But four remained, and one had already tipped her bowl to the gargoyle’s mouth.
I looked back at the beast whose wings flapped like great paper kites to stir up a balmy wind. When I shut my eyes against the dust and bits of grass flying at my face, it took the opportunity to attack and leapt toward me. I felt a rush of energy as it came at me, and I twirled the chain in a frantic circle and let it fly, striking the gargoyle in the face and knocking it to one side.
A Lyhtan spectator cackled wildly at the entertainment, drawing the Enphigmalé’s attention from me. It charged, head down, straight for the Lyhtan. His—or her—screams pierced the sky before it fell under the pouncing beast. The Lyhtan screamed in horror while the gargoyle clawed and bit chunks from its segmented body. Wary, the crowd of Lyhtans began to disperse as shouts of alarm rang out around them. It seemed they’d just begun to realize that this little scene wasn’t going down the way they’d expected.
Tyler had tackled kid number five before she could drain her bowl into the statue’s mouth, and I looked to Azriel, who remained stock-still at his post beside the bower. As seconds continued to tick away inside me, the changes became more pronounced, and I noticed again how time meant something completely different to me now. I moved quickly, and I noticed so much more and processed the information, while the outside world continued at a much slower pace. I studied the bower and the black space beyond it, finally recognizing it for what it was: a portal.
I’d first been brought into the clearing through the bower. Perhaps this place
was
like Avalon—another realm, unseen in the middle of a bustling city or peaceful lake. The bower was the entryway to this place, and Azriel stood guarding it—or waiting to let something out of it.
Knocked off my feet, I tumbled to the ground in a tangle of hair and limbs and claws and tough, leathery wings. Another Enphigmalé had finished snacking on its sacrificial lamb and turned its hunger on the closest thing—which happened to be me. I placed both feet against its belly and shoved, tossing it away before its jaws could clamp down on my arm. It rolled once and regained its bearings, shaking its massive head and charging again. With one swift movement, I rolled onto my back and kicked, thrusting myself to a standing position. I braced myself, holding the chain in both hands, ready to defend myself in any way possible.
Tyler made short work of the remaining teens, enraptured by their sacrifice, and only four of the nine gargoyles had been awakened. Three had scattered among the Lyhtan ranks to enjoy fresh kills, and the remaining one was hunting me.
It circled me like a stalking cat, placing one giant, clawed foot over another. A low, thunderous rumble erupted from deep within its throat, and its silver eyes glinted in the waning sunlight, a reflection of death incarnate. It studied me, tilting its head to the side. I danced in time with the pursuing creature, mirroring its every movement. Its presence came to me in a wave of heat, and rather than concentrating on a specific region of my body, it hit me full on, like a balmy tropic breeze.
Without warning, the beast leapt. It caught me off guard—I’d had no time to react, and I recognized something happening to me that shouldn’t. A shimmering light burst from my skin, and my corporeal form faded away. I had become one with the day and with the sun. Like my Lyhtan enemies, I had drifted into light.
My disappearing act confused my attacker, and it twisted in midair, landing sideways to its original target. I moved fast—faster than I ever had—and was gone in the blink of an eye. I appeared safely at the other side of the dais, where Delilah had regained consciousness. She thrashed about, consumed by madness, crying and screaming to no one but herself.
Adrenaline-infused shock burst through my veins, and my entire body began to shake. I crouched low, still partially melded with the rays of light, and tried to calm down while watching as the Enphigmalé turned circles and sniffed the ground where I should have been standing. It threw its bullish head back and roared in frustration, but soon gave up its search and joined the others in the Lyhtan ranks.
We had four living, breathing gargoyles to contend with, and they were wild, hungry, and dangerous. Too many variables remained, preventing me from forming a rational plan of attack. And though
I
could elude an attacker, what about Ty? Was he even in his right mind? And who, if anything, controlled the Enphigmalé?

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