Shadowplay (17 page)

It had nearly everything. A detailed summary of Bil’s death, Drystan’s first name – though not his surname – and the Kymri Theatre. But what really worried me was that Elwood had written: “Location determined. Parents not informed. Waiting confirmation for the next course of action. Suspicions of being watched. Second Shadow? Linked to RP?”

A shiver ran through me. Another Shadow? As if one wasn’t enough. And who was RP? I looked in the folders, but there were no names with those initials. My breathing seemed to come from both very far away and close in my ears. I swayed on my feet, my vision darkening.

Drystan’s hands closed about my shoulders as I slumped against him.

“I’ll never be safe,” I muttered. “It’ll never stop.”

Drystan led me to the bed and sat me down, guiding my torso until my head was between my knees. I focused on my breathing.

Drystan rubbed my back as I sucked in deep breaths.

“Your brain bathed in blood again?”

“Think so. That’s never happened to me before.” Sitting up, I touched my hand to my head.

“First time for everything.” He sighed. “We’ve got enough to hang him. We’ll trickle the information to the right people and Shadow Elwood will disappear.”

“It’s too late anyway. Someone else is looking for me and we don’t know how current that file is. Who is he waiting for?”

“I don’t know.”

We were surrounded by meretricious displays of wealth. Alabaster naiads and sylphs held up the marble mantelpiece. How much of it was bought through blackmail and double-crossing?

“He will have enemies. Anyone who came looking might have found this,” I said, gathering up the papers.

“Very true.”

“Let’s go. We’ve snooped enough.”

A train whistle blew once, twice, and then a third time. Drystan and I froze. Cyan’s alarm. I dashed to the lounge, ensuring all of the desk drawers were shut. I returned to the bedroom where Drystan was putting the safe to rights and stuffing the last of the papers into his pack. We took a deep breath and I clasped his hand.

But just as we reached the door to the bedroom, the front door opened.

A man coughed as he stumbled into the lounge. Quickly, Drystan and I slid under the bed. It was dusty, with spare socks and a few books. Drystan and I lay pressed against each other, the bedsprings scant inches above our heads. We heard Elwood stomp into the apartment. He must never have made it to the opera, to be back so soon.

He was not alone.

The woman laughed low in her throat. She tottered about the lounge, as drunk as he was. I could hear them kissing – sloppy, sucking sounds. Drystan’s gaze met mine, wide in the darkness beneath the bed.

“I hope they don’t decide to fuck in here,” he whispered, his voice little more than a breath in my ear. I clamped my hand over my mouth, fighting down a hysterical giggle. All the nerves and fear of breaking and entering a stranger’s house threatened to burst from me. I buried my face in Drystan’s shirt, silent laughs racking my body. He shook with laughter as well. I thought of how perplexed the Shadow would be if he stumbled into his bedroom and discovered two hysterical boys beneath his bed and that started me all over again. Tears gathered in my eyes and my face must have been tomato-red from the effort of keeping quiet.

When the silent laughter finally ebbed, the fear returned, stronger than before. The only solace was that, if he found us, the Shadow needed us alive to collect his reward. I also realized that I was very close indeed to Drystan. I could smell the lemon soap he used to wash, the spicy scent of his skin. His heart beat quickly, his stubble scratched against my forehead. As the Shadow and his lady embraced in the next room, I wondered how we were ever going to get out of this.

“Oh, Leda,” Elwood said. They came into the bedroom. Leda tripped and left her shoe by the bed, a little satin dance slipper, decorated with crystal beading.
Please, please don’t let her bend down to pick it up.
My nose tickled with dust. I pinched my nose shut to stop the sneeze. The other satin shoe joined the first as Elwood threw Leda onto the bed.

“My sweet summer rose…” he murmured, and I made a face at Drystan. He bit his lip to keep from laughing, but he was pale beneath his freckles. They were making all manner of noises on the bed, and the springs sagged alarmingly in the middle. Would we be trapped here all night?

Articles of clothing littered the floor of the bedroom. Leda’s dress, a pale, watered green silk decorated with pink roses. Her corset. Elwood’s coat and waistcoat. His notebook peeked out from the pocket of his coat. What I would not give to take it, but it was clear on the other side of the room.

“It’s cold, my love,” Leda said, her voice low and sultry.

“I’ll soon warm you,” he said.

“The cold from outside is deep in my bones.” I heard the rasp of her hands rubbing her skin.

“I have an idea. Come, my dove.”

Elwood and Leda’s naked feet came into view. A ropey scar twined about Elwood’s hairy ankle. He led her into the washroom, turning on the tap for the bath, but he paused before joining her.

“A moment, my sweet.”

His feet grew closer. He paused by his trousers, which were right by the bed. He reached down and I saw his hand, a scant few inches from my face. He rummaged in the pockets of his trousers and found a lambskin prophylactic. We were as quiet as could be, but his hands and feet stilled. He went about the room, opening the wardrobe door and rifling behind his clothing. The Shadow came back toward the bed. He began to crouch. I tensed, ready to fight him, my body thrumming with nerves.

“Sweetling,” Leda called from the washroom. “The water is warm. What’s taking so long?”

Shadow Elwood paused. He laughed ruefully. “Coming, my darling.” He padded to the washroom. As soon as the door closed, Drystan and I were out from under the bed, covered in dust. At the door from the bedroom to the living room, I paused to crouch and grab the notebook, but Drystan’s hand stopped me. He shook his head.

“He’ll know someone was here,” he mouthed.

He’ll know anyway
, I wanted to say, but I left it.

We darted through the lounge and opened the window, hoping the running bath would cover the sound. Within moments, we were back on the frigid windowsill, stuffing our feet into our boots, and then shimmying down the frozen drainpipe. Drystan took the Eclipse and turned it off. This time, I felt a surge of energy. The street was empty and deserted but for Cyan. She started walking toward home, and we followed her, shadows with secrets.

 

14

THE DAMSELFLY

 

Elladan proverb

I was in a garden
.

They inclined their heads at me, and I bowed my head in turn. All the Chimaera were gone, the music silent, leaving the garden private for me, my love, and the Alder. One of them
–
a female
–
held a small bundle in her arms. I fought the urge to sigh even as my heart constricted.

I awoke, every nerve of my body on alert, memories of the strange dream echoing in my mind. It was only a remnant of the dream. Nothing to fear. I closed my eyes and willed my racing heart to stop.

No. I was not hearing voices. I was not.

I found myself climbing out of bed. I clutched the warm damselfly disc. It hummed like an Augur. I shrugged into my coat and stepped into slippers, almost as if I were sleepwalking. I climbed to the roof. Small snowflakes danced along the wind. I stared at the small disc in my hand. As if in a dream, I flicked the switch and set it on the ground. Backing away, I hugged my arms around myself as the wavering image of the Phantom Damselfly appeared.

In the sideshow Pavilion of Phantoms in the circus, she had a loop of actions she performed, walking in a circuit, looking up overhead. She had frightened the visitors of the Pavilion so much that the tent closed down, the disc returning to the safe with the other Vestige pieces the ringmaster collected. She had returned to the stage of the pantomime of
Leander & Iona
, becoming a monster that Leander must battle. She had not been a frightening monster. Not until she broke her normal movements and glanced over her shoulder, directly at me, before she disappeared.

There was no pretense of those motions, now. She shook her head as though awakening, and then she gazed at me with intelligence and sadness.

“Little Kedi,” she said, and sighed soundlessly, snowflakes falling through her transparent dragonfly wings. Her features were almost Alder proportions – bigger eyes, cheekbones that could cut glass, and a wide, thin mouth. Strange tattoos traced her hairline, following the long line of her neck, and disappeared under her gossamer dress.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

“I know what you want to know, little Kedi. Of the many things I have been, and the many names. You may call me Anisa.”

“Anisa.” I pulled free my tongue from the roof of my mouth and rolled her name on it.

She shook her head sadly. “You wonder why I speak to you and no one else.”

I nodded, terror stiffening my muscles.

“I can speak to so few, and you are the first in such a very long time. There are others who would also hear me. I feel them, flickering like a candle flame, just here.” She tapped her heart. Through her torso, I could see the glow of a gas lamp, as if her heart were aflame. “Some are closer than you know.”

“Why…?”

She shook her head. “Because we are alike.”

 I took a step backwards. “We are not alike at all. You’re a ghost. Or a mirage. Vestige trickery.”

She moved closer to me, her feet trailing a light leading back to the disc. “I have lived thousands of years. I have seen marvels and horrors you cannot even fathom. You have lived but a few scant years. Sixteen years is but a blip of time in the span of the world.” She held her hand to my face, but I could not feel a thing. “Tell me, then, little Kedi. Which of us is more real?”