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Tatiana’s eyes flicked to Lucie. There was rage in them, and a hatred so intense it was nearly impossible to comprehend. “That’s impossible,” she snarled. “You cannot be raised, not by some stupid little brat—”
“Put an end to this, Tati,” Rupert snapped. “Send these—creatures—away.”
“But they are fighting for us.” Tatiana staggered to her feet. “They are on our side. Belial has promised us a great future. He has sworn he will raise you, Rupert, that you will once more be by my side—”
“Tell them to stop before they kill our son!” Rupert roared.
Tatiana hesitated—then flung out her hand. “Stop,” she called, as though the word was being dragged out of her. “Servants of Belial. Stop. Enough.”
All together, just as they had begun fighting, the Watchers stopped. They stood like frozen soldiers; they could have been made out of tin, but Lucie could see that the eerie green light moved behind their eyelids still.
The Nephilim, still holding their weapons, were staring from Lucie to Rupert in amazement. Anna had her back against a stair railing, Christopher propped against her shoulder. Both were pale. Grace was kneeling at the top of the steps, shivering, her arms wrapped around herself. Lucie thought that she was looking at Christopher, but she couldn’t be sure. And Jesse—Jesse was staring at his father, his knuckles white where he gripped his sword’s hilt. Lucie could not read the look on his face; too much of her attention was still on Rupert. Some strange magic was present, drawing on him, trying to pull him away from here, away from her.
“My darling,” Tatiana crooned, her voice echoing in the sudden stillness, now that the fighting had stopped. “How is this possible? You have been bound, bound for so long, bound in the shadows where even the other dead cannot see you. Belial promised that as long as he kept you there, he could bring you back.”
Jesse was shaking his head, in horror and disbelief. “No,” he whispered. “No, that can’t be.”
Bound in the shadows, Lucie thought. What had happened to Rupert? What binding was there on him, that was not present with other ghosts? Was it that binding that now tried to pull him away from the courtyard?
But Rupert did not seem to be wondering what she meant. He was shaking his head slowly. His dark hair was in his eyes—it was the kind of fine, straight hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, just like Jesse’s. It made Lucie’s heart ache. Rupert had been so close to Jesse’s age when he had died. “Do you remember when we met?” Rupert said, his gaze fixed on his wife. “At the Christmas ball? You were so delighted that I only wanted to dance with you. That I snubbed all the others.”
“Yes,” Tatiana whispered. She wore an expression that Lucie had never seen on her before. Open, loving. Vulnerable.
“I thought your delight was because you were lonely and hurt,” Rupert went on. “But I was wrong. I did not understand that in your heart, you were bitter and vindictive. Enough to set a pack of monsters on Shadowhunter children—”
“But these are the children of those who let you die, Rupert—”
“Your father murdered me!” the ghost cried, and Lucie thought the ground shook with the force of it. “The Herondales, the Lightwoods—they did not cause my death. They avenged it. They arrived too late to save me. There was nothing they could have done!”
“You cannot believe that,” Tatiana moaned. “All these years I have worked for your vengeance, as well as mine—” She started up the steps, her arms outstretched, as if she meant to gather Rupert into her arms. She had taken only a few strides when she staggered back, as though she had collided with an invisible wall. She raised her hands, scrabbling against a barrier Lucie could not see.
“Oh, let me in,” Tatiana wailed. “Rupert. Let me touch you. Let me hold you—”
Rupert’s face twisted in disgust. “No.”
“But you love me,” she insisted, her voice rising. “You loved me always. You are bound to me forever. When I am gone, we will be together at last. You must understand—”
“Whomever it was that I loved,” Rupert said, “that woman is gone now. It seems she has been gone for years. Tatiana Blackthorn, I renounce you. I renounce any feeling that I ever had for one who bore your name.” He gazed at her impassively. “You are nothing to me.”
At that, Tatiana screamed. It was an unearthly sound, like the howl of the wind. Lucie had heard noises like it before: it was the sound of a ghost who had only just realized it was dead. A scream of loss, of despair. Of defeat.
As she screamed, on and on, the Watchers, one by one, lowered their staffs. They began to march down the steps, passing Tatiana as if she were a lifeless pillar of salt. Their white robes gleaming, they filed out of the courtyard, passing under the Institute gates one by one until the last of them was gone.
It worked, Lucie thought wonderingly, it actually worked. And then she realized that her legs had given out from under her, and she was sitting on the steps. Her heartbeat was strong in her ears, and fast, too fast. She knew she should let Rupert go. The effort of keeping him here was wrecking her.
And yet, if there was any chance at all that Jesse could speak to his father, even once—
Lightning blazed across the sky. Rupert turned toward Jesse, looking up at him. He began to reach out his hand, as if to beckon Jesse, to urge him to come closer.
Tatiana, seeing this, gave one more terrible scream and bolted out of the courtyard, disappearing through the iron gates.
To Lucie’s utter astonishment, a figure flew down the steps and through the courtyard, and flashed through the gates after Tatiana. A figure in a ragged dress, with long white hair.
Oh no, Lucie thought, struggling to get to her feet. Grace, no—you cannot hope to fight her.
But Cordelia had already had the same thought, it seemed. Without a word, she turned and tore after Grace and Tatiana, hurtling through the gates in pursuit.
26 THE REMORSEFUL DAY
