Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices #2)(129)

The children deserved new weapons. They'd earned them.

When a knock came on the door, she'd successfully managed to distract herself and was sorting sword blades by the hardness of the metal. She set down one of her favorites-a weapon of Damascus steel-and went to open the door.

Smirking on the doorstep was Manuel, who Diana had last seen fighting sea demons on the front lawn of the Institute. He was out of his Centurion gear, wearing a fashionable black sweater and jeans, his hair gelled into curls. He smiled sideways at her.

"Miss Wrayburn," he said. "I've been sent to bring you up to the Gard."

Diana locked up the store and fell in beside Manuel as he made his way up Flintlock Street toward the northern part of Alicante. "What are you doing here, Manuel?" she asked. "I thought you'd be in Los Angeles."

"I was offered a post at the Gard," he said. "I couldn't pass up the chance for advancement. There are plenty of Centurions still in Los Angeles, guarding the Institute." He looked at Diana sideways; she said nothing. "It's a pleasure to see you in Alicante," Manuel went on. "The last time we were together, I believe, you were fleeing for London."



       
         
       
        

Diana gritted her teeth. "I was taking the children who were in my charge to safety," she said. "They're all fine, by the way."

"I assumed I would have heard if it had been otherwise," said Manuel airily.

"I'm sorry about your friend," she said. "Jon Cartwright."

Manuel was silent. They had reached the gate to the path leading up to the Gard. Once it had closed only with a latch. Now Diana watched as Manuel passed his hand over it and it clicked open.

The path was as rough as it had been when Diana was a child, snaked with the roots of trees. "I didn't know Jon well," said Manuel as they began the climb. "I understand his girlfriend, Marisol, is very upset."

Diana said nothing.

"Some people cannot manage their grief as Shadowhunters should," added Manuel. "It's a shame."

"Some people do not show the empathy and tolerance a Shadowhunter should," said Diana. "That's also a shame."

They had reached the upper part of the path, where Alicante spread out before them like a map, and the demon towers rose to pierce the sun. Diana remembered walking this path with her sister, when they were both children, and her sister's laughter. She missed her so much sometimes it felt as if her heart were being clutched by talons.

In this place, she thought, looking out over Alicante, I was lonely. In this place I had to hide the person I knew I was.

They reached the Gard. It rose up above them, a mountain of gleaming stone, sturdier than ever since its rebuilding. A path lined with witchlights led to the front gate. "Was that a jab at Zara?" Manuel looked amused. "She's very popular, you know. Especially since she killed Malcolm. Something the Los Angeles Institute couldn't manage."

Shocked out of her reverie, Diana could only stare at him. "Zara didn't kill Malcolm," she said. "That's a lie."

"Is it?" Manuel said. "I'd like to see you prove that." He grinned his beaming grin and walked away, leaving Diana to stare after him, squinting her eyes in the sunlight.

* * *

"Let me see your wrist," Cristina said to Mark. They were sitting side by side on the infirmary bed. His shoulder was warm against hers.

He drew his sweater up and held his arm out silently. Cristina folded back her bandage and put her wrist against his. They looked in silence at their identical wounds.

"I know nothing about this kind of magic," said Mark. "And we cannot go to the Clave or the Silent Brothers. They can't know we were in Faerie."

"I'm sorry about Kieran," she said. "That he's angry." 

Mark shook his head. "Don't be-it's my fault." He took a deep breath. "I am sorry I was angry with you, in Faerie, after the revel. People are complicated. Their situations are complicated. I know why you hid Julian's feelings from me. I know you and Emma had little choice."

"And I am not angry at you now," she hastened to assure him. "About Kieran."

"I am changed," said Mark, "because of you. Kieran can sense that my feelings for him have altered in some way, though he doesn't know why. And I cannot tell him." He looked up at the ceiling. "He is a prince. Princes are spoiled. They cannot bear to be thwarted."

"He must feel so alone," said Cristina. She remembered the way she had felt with Diego, that what they'd had once had was gone, and she couldn't understand how to get it back. It had been like trying to catch smoke that had dissolved into the air. "You are his only ally here, and he cannot understand why his connection to you feels broken."