Wings (A Black City Novel) (19 page)

Theora looks at me, a small crease between her white brows. “You believe that, despite what you are?”

“
Especially
because of what I am,” I say. “My faith keeps me pure. It helps me control my urges so I don’t hurt people. It works.” I imagine the sound of Catherine’s neck snapping. “Well, most of the time.”

Theora frowns. “I couldn’t imagine living like that. Having to hide what I am, for fear of being killed.” She takes my hand and my heart stutters. “You must have been very lonely.”

She releases my hand and lies down on the marble floor, patting the ground beside her. I lie down. The stone is icy cold against my back, but I don’t want to miss this opportunity to be next to Theora. We’re lying so close together, my left arm is pressing up against her right one, but she doesn’t make any attempt to move hers away. I smile and face the ceiling. The domed roof has been painted like the night sky, with pearls embedded into it to replicate stars. In the center of the roof is a hole, so you can see the actual sky.

“My people . . .
our
people,” she corrects, “worship the goddess Luna. And every month, at the full moon, you can see her face perfectly through that hole.” Theora tilts her head toward me. Our eyes lock and I get that jittery feeling in my stomach again. Up close, I realize her eyes aren’t silver but steel-gray with these tiny metallic flecks in them, like the tinsel we use during Winterfest. “This is my favorite place in the whole world,” she whispers.

“Thank you for sharing it with me.”

She smiles faintly. “I thought you’d like to know a little bit about your heritage.” Her smile fades and she’s quiet for a while.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.

“Icarus,” she says. “You do know when you bring Annora back to him tonight, he’s going to expect you to leave with him?”

“I know. But I don’t have a choice,” I say. “The longer he’s here, the more danger the Lupines and people of Amber Hills are in. I can’t have any more blood on my hands.” I think of Mrs. Hope and Naomi.

We fall into a long silence as we just gaze at each other. Her eyes drift over the old burn marks on my cheeks, along the wide line of my mouth, up my narrow nose, back to my eyes.

“What happened?” she says. I know she’s referring to the burns.

“My mom dropped me into a tub of scalding water,” I say. “Do my scars bother you?”

She shakes her head.

I prop myself up onto my left elbow. “Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask. “I mean, I’m a Darkling and my father killed your parents. You should hate me.
I
hate me.”

“You can’t condemn an entire species of people because of the actions of one man.” My pulse quickens as she places her hand on my chest. “It’s easy to hate, Edmund. The true test of our hearts is to forgive.” She frowns slightly. “Why do you dislike yourself so much?”

I roll onto my back. “Because I’m a freak. Until we met, I didn’t even have a heartbeat.”

Her eyes widen.
“What?”

“Something happened to me back in the forest,” I blurt out. “I was cursed without a heartbeat when I was born—it’s just what happens when a Darkling and human mate—but when we touched, my heart
activated.
I don’t know what it means, but it’s amazing and brilliant and terrifying, because I have these feelings for you, Theora,” I continue. “It’s like, I feel
connected
to you, like we’re meant to be together, which I know is insane, as we’ve just met, and I don’t even understand it, and fragg, please say something! Tell me you felt something too,” I gasp for breath. I’ve never strung so many sentences together all at once.

She looks away.

I sit up. “You felt something, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she finally says. She sits up and looks at me. “Before I saw you in the woods, I felt this . . . this
tugging
 . . . in my chest. It was really strange. Then when you fell on me after the earthquake, I . . .”

“What?” I say excitedly.

A tiny crease furrows between her brows. “I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I thought it was just from the shock of you landing on me, but now . . .” She sighs. “I don’t know what’s going on, Edmund. Something obviously happened back in the woods, but I don’t feel ‘connected’ to you in the way you described. I think you’re attractive, but it’s not because of”—she gestures toward my chest—“whatever
this
is you’re experiencing.”

“You think I’m attractive?” I say, grinning slightly.

She blushes. “You really didn’t have a heartbeat until we touched?”

“Really,” I say.

“Have you ever heard of this happening before?”

I shake my head. “But I’ve never met a Darkling before today, so I don’t know what’s considered normal behavior for our kind and what’s not,” I admit.

She stands up. “Well, let’s go ask someone who might know.”

EDMUND

W
E FIND LUCINDA
at Alaric’s house, sitting beside Kieran on the wooden bed. He’s propped up by several pillows, a hand-sewn quilt pulled up to his slim waist. He’s not wearing a top, so I can see the gash on the side of his body, which has been patched up with a few stitches and a foul-smelling ointment. He’s pale but seems to be okay. He’s certainly enjoying Lucinda dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth, given the grin on his lips.

Ulrika’s sitting on a blue chair in the corner of the room. She’s gazing out the window, her body language stiff, like she’d rather be anywhere but here, babysitting her cousin and his Darkling friend. She scratches her fingers through her short, tangled hair. She turns her head as we enter the room. Her eyes immediately dart down to our locked hands.

“What’s going on, Theo?” Ulrika says.

“Um, we need to talk to Lucinda,” Theora says. The Darkling girl glances up at us. “Something a little
weird
has happened. Edmund’s got a heartbeat, and he didn’t have one before.”

I briefly explain what happened. Ulrika’s and Kieran’s eyes widen with surprise, while Lucinda just nods as she listens.

“Do you know what’s going on with me?” I say.

“Yeah. Theora’s your Blood Mate,” Lucinda says.

“My blood what?” I say.

“Blood Mate,”
Lucinda repeats slowly, like I’m stupid. “When a Darkling meets their true love, their dual heart activates. Or in your case, your only heart.”

“Their
true love
?” Theora says, shooting me a confused look. “But I’m not a Darkling; my mom was a Lupine and my dad a human. So how can I be his Blood Mate?”

“I don’t know,” Lucinda says. “Maybe it’s because Edmund’s, like, a mixture of three things—Darkling, human and Lupine—so he can make the connection with any of those species? Or maybe you’ve got some Darkling DNA in you somewhere? I mean, it’s possible, right?” she adds when she sees the uncertain expression on Theora’s face. “If we trace our family trees back far enough, I’m sure we’ve all got a little bit of something in us, somewhere. So perhaps you’ve got a dormant Darkling gene in you, and it activated when you met Edmund?” Lucinda throws her hands up. “I don’t know. I’m just fourteen.”

“It’s possible,” Theora mutters. “I don’t know much about my father’s side of the family. He could have had a distant Darkling relative.”

“But if that’s true, how come you were born with a heartbeat and I wasn’t?” I say.

“She probably doesn’t have any
Trypanosoma vampirum
in her blood,” Lucinda says. I raise a confused brow. “Come on, you must know what they are! How do you think you’re alive?”

I shrug. Grandfather doesn’t know anything about Darkling physiology, and it’s not like I could ask anyone in town.

“They’re these teeny-tiny creatures that live in your blood,” Lucinda explains.

“Gross,” Kieran says, curling his lip.

She slaps his arm. “They feed oxygen to your organs, essentially doing the job for your heart, and as a result, it becomes dormant, as it’s not needed,” she continues. “But when you met Theora, it triggered the Blood Mate connection and zap! Hello, heartbeat.”

I look down at my hands, trying to picture these microscopic creatures wriggling about inside me. It
is
gross.

“So, what happens to these
Trypanosoma vampirum
thingies now that I’ve got a heartbeat?” I ask.

Lucinda shrugs. “I guess they become dormant, like your heart used to be.”

“This is twisted,” Ulrika mutters from her chair.

“Anyway, I doubt Theora has any
Trypanosoma vampirum
in her system,” Lucinda finishes. “If she does have any Darkling in her, which we don’t even know for sure, it’s far, far,
far
down her bloodline, so they’ve probably been bred out of her by now. That’s why she’s always had a heartbeat.” Lucinda looks at Theora. “So do you have mushy feelings for Edmund?”

Theora drops her eyes, flushing. I know she’s attracted to me, but it’s pretty obvious this Blood Mate connection we have is more on my side than hers. Of all the people in the world to form a connection with, my stupid Darkling heart chose a hybrid Lupine, who can’t properly form it back.

“It doesn’t mean what you’re feeling for me isn’t real, Edmund,” Theora says quietly, taking my hand. “And maybe when we’ve gotten to know each other better, I’ll develop those feelings for you too. I just need time, okay?”

I nod. In truth, I need the chance to digest all this too. It’s a lot to take in. But I’m grateful for what’s happened. I’ve spent my whole life wanting to make a connection with someone; I thought it would be with Catherine, but I was wrong. I glance at Theora and she smiles.
Maybe in time . . .

The bedroom door opens and Alaric enters the room. He nods at me.

“The League’s agreed to let your grandfather stay with us,” he says, and relief washes through me. “Now all we need to do is get a rescue team together.”

“I’m going,” Theora immediately says, squeezing my hand.

“And me,” Kieran says, throwing off his blanket.

Ulrika leaps up and shoves him down on the bed. “No you’re not! You’re injured.”

“I’m
fine,
” he says, then looks at Alaric. “I want to go, Uncle. Annora’s my friend.”

Alaric nods. I admire how the teenagers here are treated as equals. There’s no question about their ability to handle themselves.

“Well, if you’re going, numbskull, then I’m coming too,” Ulrika mumbles.

“Then that’s settled,” Alaric says. “We leave tonight.”

• • •

As soon as night falls, we head to Amber Hills to rescue my grandfather and Annora. Kieran grits his teeth as we hurry through the forest, trying not to let his pain show in front of Alaric and Ulrika. Even though it’s dark, we’re able to navigate the woods—Lucinda and I have good night vision, while the Lupines follow their old scent trails from their previous visits to the town. Theora takes my hand as we weave through the trees, her anxious eyes flitting up to meet mine. I give her a reassuring smile, although I’m nervous too. I glance over my shoulder, getting the feeling we’re being followed, but there’s no one there. It’s probably just my imagination playing tricks on me.

After a few hours the woodlands thin out and we reach the meadow separating the forest from the Boundary Wall that surrounds Amber Hills. I always took comfort in the sight of that wall, but from this vantage point I realize how ridiculous it is. The people of Amber Hills have spent their whole lives imprisoned within the confines of that wall to protect themselves from the Darklings. Now I realize it would’ve made more sense to trap the Darklings inside the compound while we roamed free.

Guarding the top of the wall are Mr. Kent and three new Watchmen. They haven’t seen us yet, as we’re still hidden in the tree line. Mr. Kent is on the side of the Boundary Wall nearest to us. He silently paces up and down, holding a rifle. From somewhere in the town, a girl wails in pain.
Annora.
Lucinda rushes forward, but Ulrika grabs her and drags her into the tree line just as Mr. Kent turns to look in our direction. He lifts his gun and aims it at the forest. No one makes a sound as Mr. Kent stares in our direction. I hold my breath. Eventually, he lowers his gun and moves on. I exhale.

“We have two minutes before he’ll come back,” I whisper, recalling the Watchman’s patrol route.

Alaric waves at us to follow him. We rush across the meadow and scramble up the wall. The Lupines have no trouble getting up—they’ve done this a few times in recent weeks—but Lucinda and I struggle to find the handholds. She misjudges a hold and the brick crumbles in her fingers. “Oh!” she gasps as she skids down the wall a few inches before catching herself. Her boot kicks me in the face and I grunt in pain. “Sorry,” she whispers. Alaric and Theora reach down for us and pull us up the rest of the way. We drop down the other side just as Mr. Kent turns. He doesn’t see us.

The town is silent as we stalk through the cobbled streets. Even so, I scan the alleyways around us, unable to shake the feeling we’re being watched, but there’s nothing there except shadows dancing in the moonlight.

“Where do you think they’ll be?” Lucinda asks.

“The town square,” I say, thinking about the wooden cross. “Mr. Langdon will want them on display for everyone to see.”

The six of us hurry down the dark alleyways, passing Mrs. Hope’s cottage along the way. The flowers on her porch have died and withered. It’s after curfew, so I’m not expecting to bump into anyone, but even so, I’m on the alert as we enter the town square.

Everything is the same as it always was: the church dominates the west side of the plaza, the spire casting a dagger-shaped shadow across the moonlit square. Opposite the church is Langdon’s General Store, and to the left of the building is the curiosity shop. The taxidermy animals in the shop window watch us with their beady glass eyes. Beside them are the jars of Darkling hearts. I can almost hear them beating:
ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom.

In the center of the town square is the wooden cross. Theora’s hand tightens around mine. My grandfather is bound to one side of the cross with silver chains, his body stripped bare. His pale skin is covered in deep purple bruises. Crudely carved into his chest are two words:
RACE TRAITOR.

Tied to the other side of the cross is Annora. She’s naked, and her thin body is wrapped in silver chains. Like Lupines, Darklings are severely allergic to the silver, and the metal has seared her sensitive skin, which is already red-raw and flaking from being exposed to the sun all day. There’s a gruesome hole in her shoulder where Drew shot her. She lets out a wail of pain, her cracked lips splitting over her fangs. It’s obvious Mr. Langdon’s put them up here as bait, but we sprint over to them anyway.

Lucinda, Kieran and Ulrika tug at the chains holding up Annora while Theora helps me remove the silver chains around my grandfather’s ankles, fury and tears blinding me. The chains sting my bare skin as I peel them off his flesh.

“Edmund . . . ?” he whispers, struggling to get the word out through his dry lips.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” I say.

“Go . . . ,” he says. “Not safe . . .”

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” I say firmly.

He groans as I remove the last of the chains and he falls heavily into my arms. We crash to the ground.
Oooph.
All the air leaves my lungs as my grandfather’s head slumps against my chest. He shakily struggles upright and notices Alaric.

“What are you doing here?” Grandfather asks, confused.

“You’re coming back with us,” Alaric replies. “Edmund’s agreed to—”

His words are cut off as the door opens to Langdon’s General Store. Patrick appears at the doorway, holding a rifle.

“Well, well, well, the nipper’s returned,” he says loudly.

He steps out of the building, followed by Harriet and Drew. As if on cue, the doors open in the buildings around us and the townsfolk spill out into the plaza. They must have been waiting for us, listening for Patrick’s signal. They look furious, their eyes cruel slits, their lips snarled. Leading the mob are the Guild members: Eric’s father, Mr. Cranfield; Mr. O’Malley; and Mr. Langdon. His wife lingers behind him, his constant shadow dressed in black, her brown hair braided and tied with a blue ribbon, like the one Catherine used to wear.

I edge closer to Theora, and Alaric and Ulrika protectively surround Kieran. Lucinda cradles Annora, who is kneeling on the cobbled ground, weeping with fear. Grandfather attempts to straighten up, his chin lifting as Mr. Langdon approaches us. It’s hard to look defiant when you’re naked, but somehow he manages it.

“I hoped the boy would return for you,” Mr. Langdon says to Grandfather. “I wanted you to watch him die. Then maybe you’d understand
my
pain.”

Mrs. Langdon sniffs, dabbing her puffy, tear-stained eyes.

“Edmund had nothing to do with Catherine’s death,” Grandfather says. “He’s innocent.”

“Innocent?” Patrick yells. “He’s a fragging nipper!”

The townspeople all murmur, agitated, angry. I hear the names Catherine, Eric, Mrs. Hope, Mr. Smyth spread through the crowd, like a war cry. They start to converge around us. I sling my arm around Grandfather’s waist, while Alaric helps Lucinda drag Annora onto her feet. We frantically look about for a way to escape, but it’s no good. Everywhere we turn, neighbors crowd the side streets, blocking our escape routes. They close in around us, backing us up against the curiosity shop on the east side of the plaza.

Someone throws a rock and it misses my head by a hair’s breadth, smashing into the shop window. Theora presses her face against my chest as the glass rains down on us, nicking our skin. The rock crashes into the table holding the jars of Darkling hearts, and they tumble down. A few shatter, splashing the putrid fluid everywhere. The glistening hearts lie on the ground like dead fish. One jar remains on the table, unbroken.

Right then, there’s a bloodcurdling scream from the east corner of the town, then another from the west, followed by several pops of gunfire from the south. Everyone looks about, confused, wondering what’s going on.