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Menolly motioned to Smoky as the shade slowly began to move forward. “You got anything? Apparently, I’m not a threat.”
Smoky frowned, gesturing for Zach, Roz, Camille, and me to move behind him. “I don’t know,” he said darkly. “I’ll try, but I’ve never held much keep with spirits.” He pressed his fingertips together and formed a triangle with his thumbs. “Spirit, oh spirit, the balefire burning, I call upon my forefathers. Dracon, dracon, dracon, send this creature cowering back to the Netherworld! Remove this spirit from my sight!”
As a blast of silver light burst from between Smoky’s hands to beam directly at the shade, the spirit recoiled for a moment, then straightened itself. I stared. Not even Smoky could trip the thing up. Shit. A cold sweat began to form on my back as it hovered right in front of the dragon. Could it hurt him? Could he protect us from it?
Just then, Morio and Camille linked hands and stepped to the side where they would have a clear shot. They had already begun to incant, and the power they were building scared the crap out of me.
A low rumble echoed from beneath their feet, as a bluish mist rose from the ground to swirl around them. Camille had hold of the Black Unicorn horn in her right hand, and her left was linked with Morio’s. In his left hand, he held an Oreosized silver medallion I’d never before seen.
Smoky stared at them for a moment, then pushed Zach and me out of the way as he backed up. Menolly dove for cover, along with Roz and Vanzir. Apparently, everybody could feel the rising energy. I was relieved—and a little embarrassed—to see that I wasn’t the only one who had no desire to get in the way. I peeked out from behind Smoky’s long white trench to see what was going on.
“Reverente destal a Mordenta, reverente destal a Mordenta, reverente destal a Mordenta . . .” Chanting in unison, Morio and Camille stood strong, with wild, feral expressions on their faces. Their voices resonated as they punctuated each stanza with a tangible infusion of power. The mist surrounding them began to spin as Camille thrust the unicorn horn into the air. Sparks flew off the tip of it, gathering up the vapors that were rising from the floor into one giant vortex, a thundercloud hanging low over their heads.
The shade let out a shriek and moved toward them, then paused as Camille dropped out of the chant to say, “Don’t you dare. Get out of here, sucker, or we’ll make sure you’re so much smoke and ashes.”
Her voice was caught up by a sudden breeze. I wasn’t sure where the gust originated, but the currents of air swept through, howling like a bean Sidhe, rushing in on some invisible freight train. The cloud over her head let out a low rumble—thunder. The tip of the crystal unicorn horn was glowing now.
The shade moved forward again, eyes glaring out of the dark shroud of its body.
“Reverente destal a Mordenta!” Morio shouted as Camille dropped her head back.
“Cover your eyes!” she screamed, and we barely had time to look away when their spell crystallized into a lightning bolt that came scorching out of the point of the unicorn horn. It plowed through the spirit like a jagged pitchfork, and the brilliance lit up the chamber. For a moment, all I could see were spots, and then the flare died away as quickly as it had come. The shade vanished.
Menolly moaned, and I raced over to her, where she was cowering behind a rock. She had a few scorch marks, but the singed bits of flesh—mainly under her eyes and the tips of her fingers—were already healing. I helped her up.
“Are you okay?” I asked needlessly. Obviously, she’d made it through relatively unscathed.
“Yeah,” she said. “Thank the gods she used lightning instead of invoking fire, or I might be a pile of ashes now.”
Camille rushed over, her eyes round and wide. “Oh Great Mother, I’m so sorry! Are you okay? I had no idea it was going to be that powerful,” she whispered, staring at the horn in her hand. “Guess it’s going to take some practice before I learn how to control it. Then again, I did stop a lightning bolt in its tracks when Eriskel tested me.”
Eriskel was the jindasel of the horn, a guardian spirit, not unlike a djinn but not as powerful nor as nasty. The jindasel watched over the Elementals sequestered within the spiraling crystal horn. I didn’t fully understand everything Camille had tried to tell us about it, but what I did know was that the horn was a powerful weapon. A hunch told me she had no idea just how powerful. Yet.
“Guess it’s going to take you some practice. Just make sure I’m not in target range!” Menolly huffed, then stomped over to where the revenant had been. There was no sign of the spirit. As good as gone.
We all looked at each other, and I saw Vanzir eyeing the door of the chamber. A nasty and thoroughly uncharitable thought occurred to me. I raced into the back chamber.
There, on a pedestal made of granite, lay an open box, hand carved out of crystal. In the box was a pendant. A ruby, set in bronze. I slowly picked up the heavy talisman, and the light within the gem swirled, taking my breath away. The fourth spirit seal.
As I glanced over at the door, Vanzir stood there, staring at me. He was leaning against the arch, and when his gaze dropped to the spirit seal, I immediately reached for my dagger. He snorted.
“If I wanted to take the seal from you, your dagger wouldn’t stop me,” he said, a contemptuous tone fueling his words. “Trust me, nothing would stand in my way, werecat.” For a moment, he seemed to tower, his eyes luminous and glowing. And then he faded and relaxed.
“I gave you my word. I’ve bound myself in the Ritual of Subjugation. There’s little more I can do save slit my throat for you to believe me. But I’ll try once more. I do not desire the seal. Nor do I desire for Shadow Wing to possess it. You seem to believe otherwise, but my kind’s existence relies on humanity making it through unscathed. We have a very powerful motive in helping you.”
With that, he turned and left the chamber.
I watched him go, wondering what he meant. I almost felt guilty for doubting him. But then Menolly’s and Camille’s voices as they approached the entrance shored me up. I let go of the guilt. We were in a war. I had to be suspicious. Even if Vanzir couldn’t understand our concerns, he’d just have to learn to live with them.
The walk back to the car was interminable, and the drive home seemed to take forever. We were all exhausted. Camille conked out in the back, her head on Menolly’s shoulder. Vanzir sat apart from them, silent.
Morio was zonked out, too, next to Smoky and Rozurial. Zach was driving, and I sat in the front, next to him. As he navigated the chilly spring night, I watched his hands on the steering wheel. I was tired—exhausted, really—but I was also hyped up on adrenaline. Sleeping would be difficult. I leaned closer to him.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” I whispered.
He glanced at me, then back at the road. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
