Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices #2)(195)

"We seek," said Fal. "And we find. We are the searchers. We have been under the waves to search and above them. We have been in Faerie, and in the realms of the damned, and on battlefields and in the dark of night and the bright of day. In all our lives there has only been one thing we have sought and not found."

"A sense of humor?" Emma suggested.

"She should shut her mouth," said the female Rider. "You should shut it for her, Fal."

"Not yet, Ethna," said Fal. "We need her words. We need to know the location of what we seek."

Emma's hand felt hot and slippery on the hilt of Cortana. "What do you seek?"

"The Black Volume," said Airmed. "We seek the same object you and your parabatai seek. The one taken by Annabel Blackthorn."

Emma took an involuntary step back. "You're looking for Annabel?"

"For the book," said the fourth Rider, his voice harsh and deep. "Tell us where it is and we will leave you be."

"I don't have it," Emma said. "Neither does Julian."

"She is a liar, Delan," said the woman, Ethna.

His lip curled. "They are all liars, Nephilim. Do not treat us as fools, Shadowhunter, or we will string your innards from the nearest tree."

"Try it," said Emma. "I'll ram the tree down your throat until branches start poking out of your-"

"Ears?" It was Julian. He must have applied a Soundless rune, because even Emma hadn't heard him approach. He was perched on a wet boulder by the side of the path toward the cottage as if he'd simply appeared there, summoned out of the rain and clouds. He was in gear, his hair wet, an unlit seraph blade in his hand. "I'm sure you were going to say ears."



       
         
       
        

"Definitely." Emma grinned at him; she couldn't help it. Despite the fight they'd had, he was here, having her back, being her parabatai. And now they had the Riders hemmed in, pinned between the two of them.

Things were looking up.

"Julian Blackthorn," drawled Fal, barely glancing at him. "The famous parabatai. I hear the two of you gave a most impressive performance at the Unseelie Court."

"I'm sure the King couldn't stop singing our praises," Julian said. "Look, what makes you think we know where Annabel or the Black Volume are?"

"Spies are in every Court," said Ethna. "We know the Queen sent you to find the book. The King must have it before the Queen possesses it."

"But we have promised the Queen," said Julian, "and a promise like that cannot be broken."

Delan growled, his hand suddenly at the hilt of his sword. He had moved so fast it was a blur. "You are humans and liars," he said. "You can break any promise you make, and will, when your necks are on the line. As they are now." He jerked his chin toward the cottage. "We have come for the warlock's books and papers. If you will not tell us anything, then give them to us and we will be gone."

"Give them to you?" Julian looked puzzled. "Why didn't you just . . ." His eyes met Emma's. She knew what he was thinking: Why didn't you break in and take them? "You can't get in, can you?"

"The wards," Emma confirmed.

The faeries said nothing, but she could tell by the angry set of their jaws that she was right.

"What will the Unseelie King give us in return for the book?" said Julian.

"Jules," Emma hissed. How could he be scheming at a time like this?

Fal laughed. Emma noted for the first time that the clothes and armor of the faeries were dry, as if the rain didn't fall on them. His glance toward Julian was full of contempt. "You have no advantage here, son of thorns. Give us what we have come for, or when we find the rest of your family, we shall put red-hot pokers through their eyes down to even the smallest child."

Tavvy. The words went through Emma like an arrow. She felt the impact, felt her body jerk, and the cold came down over her, the cold ice of battle. She lunged for Fal, bringing Cortana down in a vicious overhand swipe.

Ethna screamed, and Fal moved faster than a current on the ocean, ducking Emma's blow. Cortana whistled through the air. There was a clamor as the other faeries reached for their swords.

And a glow as Julian's seraph blade burst into light, illuminating the rain. It wove around Emma like bright strings as she twirled, fending off a blow from Ethna, Cortana slamming into the faerie sword with enough force to send Ethna stumbling back. 

Fal's face twisted with surprise. Emma gasped, wet, inhaling rain but not feeling the cold. The world was a spinning gray top; she ran toward one of the stone spires and clambered up it.