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Isobel felt her body hitch as she drew in an involuntary gasp of air. She hadn’t even realized that she’d stopped breathing.
Lilith had been right, she thought with a sudden pang of bitterness. Reynolds had kept the truth to himself the whole time. He had tricked her and sent her in on her own, with false hope, fully expecting her to die.
A barrage of emotions coursed through her all at once. Hurt, anger, betrayal.
Loss.
So this was what his speech on the porch had meant. His last soliloquy before his grand vanishing act. I won’t be found, he’d said.
“Miss Lanley,” the tall detective pressed, “do you know anything about the whereabouts of Varen Nethers?”
Distantly, she registered this question.
Yes, she thought. Yes, I do. He’s in a horrible place where no one can reach him. He’s in a world of ash and black trees and broken people, held hostage to a demoness who will possess him for eternity.
She shook her head slowly. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening.
“Isobel.” It was her father who tried this time. “I thought Varen brought you home.”
Isobel shook her head. No more words. No more words, please.
“Are you saying he didn’t give you a ride home? Isobel?”
“No,” she whispered.
She wanted everything to stop. She wanted the police to go away. The walls and the foyer, the too-bright morning light and the realization—everything—to just go away.
“His father reported him missing early this morning. He didn’t come home from school yesterday, and apparently he went to a party last night and was seen there with your daughter.
You’re aware, I assume, that there was a bust?”
“I made the call,” said her father.
“Ah, well, that makes sense. Anyway, after everything cleared up, they found the boy’s car, still in the parking lot, but there’s been no sign of him.”
“Isobel?” her dad asked. “Do you know anything about this?”
She said nothing. She didn’t want to talk, she couldn’t. It would do no good. Slowly, methodically, she shook her head no.
“I’m sorry,” she heard her dad say. “We . . . Well, we had a long night. All of us.”
“I understand,” the taller detective said. “In that case, I’ll leave you with my card, and maybe we can try you again another time. If you think of anything in the meantime, though, please don’t hesitate to give us a call. But, you know,” he continued, his tone changing, as though he were aiming these next words at Isobel. “I wouldn’t worry too much. We’re always on cases like these, and ninety percent of the time, the kid shows up. Besides, we get the impression this isn’t the first time. Like your daughter, he probably got spooked by the sirens and just hitched a ride with someone else.”
Isobel heard her father say good-bye to the detectives. Then he shut the door, blocking out the cold air and the stinging light, casting them both into shadow. For a long moment, he stood with his back to her, his hand still on the doorknob, as though he were trying to think of what to say. Or to decide how he felt.
Isobel rose to her feet. She wavered, waiting until her father, at last, turned to face her. Then she did what she thought would be easiest for the both of them. She took one look at him, and turned away.
“Isobel,” he called.
She paused, but only for a moment. Drifting up the stairs like a ghost, she vanished into her room.
49
Obscure and Lonely
Isobel returned to school on Monday, walking the halls with her body, but not with her mind. It was like her whole awareness of the universe had somehow become inverted. Words became indecipherable. People morphed into objects, moving automatons that floated through the space around her as meaningless, formless shadows. Hours elapsed without her being aware of their passage. All the while, her thoughts never changed, never deviated from that place where she had last seen Varen, locked in the purple chamber where she had asked him to wait for her. Where she had promised to come back for him.
The image of his despair consumed her.
