Cam stepped into the clearing. His eyes were rimmed with a thick, shimmering gold shadow, and it shone on his face in the moonlight, making him look like a wildcat.
"That is so incredibly sweet," he said. "And he just loves you, too—don't you, lover boy? Don't you, Daniel?"
"Cam," Daniel warned. "Do not do this."
"Do what?" Cam asked, raising his left arm in the air. He snapped his fingers once and a small flame, the size of a lit match, ignited in the air over his hand. "You mean that?"
The echo of his finger snap seemed to linger, to reflect off the tombs in the cemetery, to grow louder and multiply as it bounced back and forth. At first Luce thought the sound was more applause, as if a demonic auditorium full of darkness were clapping derisively at Luce and Daniel's love, the way Cam had done. But then she remembered the thundering wingbeats she'd heard earlier. She held her breath as the sound took the form of those thousand bits of flitting darkness. The swarm of locust-shaped shadows that had vanished into the forest reared up overhead once again.
Their drumming was so loud, Luce had to cover her ears. On the ground, Penn was crouched with her head between her knees. But Daniel and Miss Sophia stoically watched the sky as the cacophony grew and changed. It began to sound more like very loud sprinklers going off… or like the hiss of a thousand snakes.
"Or this?" Cam asked, shrugging as the hideous, formless darkness settled around him.
The insects each began to grow and unfold, becoming larger than any insect could ever be, dripping like glue and growing into black segmented bodies. Then, as if they were learning how to use their shadow limbs as they formed, they slowly hoisted themselves onto their numerous legs and came forward, like mantises grown to human height.
Cam welcomed them as they swarmed around him. Soon they had formed a massive army of embodied night behind Cam.
"I'm sorry," he said, smacking his forehead with his palm. "Did you tell me not to do that?"
"Daniel," Luce whispered. "What's happening?"
"Why did you call an end to the truce?" he called to Cam.
"Oh. Well. You know what they say about desperate times." Cam sneered. "And watching you plaster her body with those perfectly angelic kisses of yours… it made me feel so desperate."
"Shut up, Cam!" Luce shouted, hating that she'd ever let him touch her.
"In good time." Cam's eyes rolled over to her. "Oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again." He stroked his chin and narrowed his green eyes. "Bigger this time, I think. A few more casualties. Deal with it."
Daniel gathered Luce in his arms. "Tell me why, Cam. You owe me that much."
"You know why," Cam boomed, pointing at Luce. "She's still here. Won't be for long, though."
He put his hands on his hips, and a series of dense black shadows, now shaped like endless fat serpents, slithered up along his body, encircling his arms like bracelets. He petted the largest one's head dotingly.
"And this time, when your love blows into that tragic little puff of ash, it's going to be for good. See, everything's different this time." Cam beamed, and Luce thought she felt Daniel quake for just a second.
"Oh, except one thing is the same—and I do have a soft spot for your predictability, Grigori." Cam took a step forward. His shadow-legions inched up accordingly, making Luce and Daniel, and Penn and Miss Sophia, inch back. "You're afraid," he said, pointing dramatically at Daniel. "And I'm not."
"That's because you have nothing to lose," Daniel spat. "I would never trade places with you."
"Hmmm," Cam said, tapping his chin. "We'll see about that." He looked around, grinning. "Must I spell it out for you? Yes. I hear you may have something bigger to lose this time. Something that's going to make annihilating her so much more enjoyable."
"What are you talking about?" Daniel asked.
To Luce's left, Miss Sophia opened her mouth and let out a howling string of feral noises. She waved her hands wildly over her head in a jerking dancelike motion, her eyes almost transparent, as if she were in some sort of trance. Her lips twitched, and Luce realized with a shock that she was speaking in tongues.
Daniel took Miss Sophia's arm and shook her. "No, you are absolutely right: It doesn't make sense," he whispered, and Luce realized he could understand Miss Sophia's strange language.
"You know what she's saying?" Luce asked.
"Allow us to translate," a familiar voice shouted from the roof of the mausoleum. Arriane. Next to her was Gabbe. Both seemed to be lit from behind and were enshrouded in a strange silver glow. They hopped down from the crypt, landing next to Luce without a sound.