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“Oh?” Alastair looked up at Thomas through his lashes.
“You have to know I care about you,” Thomas said, and the movement of his lips against Alastair’s was making Alastair’s eyes darken. He felt Alastair’s hands burrowing under his coat, circling his waist. “You have to know—”
Alastair sighed. “That was the sort of thing Charles always said. ‘I care for you, I have feelings for you.’ Never just ‘I love you—’?” Alastair stiffened and jerked away, and for a moment Thomas thought it was because of him, but Alastair was staring past him, the expression on his face grim. “Look.” He moved down the roof, trying to get a better angle on whatever he’d spotted. He pointed. “There.”
Thomas looked, and his breath caught in his throat.
They were marching as an army might march, looking neither to the right nor the left, one single column of white-robed figures making its way steadily westward, toward the heart of London.
Alastair ran an agitated hand through his hair. “They’ve never done this before,” he said. “Usually they’re just aimlessly patrolling. I’ve never seen more than two or three together since—”
Thomas shivered. He had been warm, cuddled up with Alastair; now he was freezing. “Since the fight with Tatiana. I know. Where can they be going?”
“They’re under Belial’s command,” Alastair said levelly. “They can only be going where he’s commanded them to go.”
He and Thomas exchanged a look, before diving for the trapdoor that led back down into the Institute. They hurried to the library, where they found that Jesse had fallen asleep on the table, his cheek on a pile of blank papers, a modified stele in his hand. Beside him, Grace sat at the same table, scribbling fire-messages in the light from a single witchlight stone. She held her finger to her lips when she saw them approaching. “Jesse’s just taking a nap,” she said. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her pale hair hung limply. “We’ve been at this all night.”
“The Watchers are on the move,” Thomas said, keeping his voice low. “A lot of them, maybe all of them. They were making their way down the Strand, all going the same direction.”
“As if they’ve been summoned,” said Alastair, checking his weapons belt as he spoke. “Thomas and I will go see what’s going on.”
Grace set her stele down. “Is that wise? Just the two of you?”
Thomas exchanged a look with Alastair. Alastair said carefully, “We don’t have much choice—”
“Wait,” Jesse said, sitting up. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes. “I…” He yawned. “Sorry. I just thought—what if the fire-messages worked? If the Clave found the entrance to the Iron Tombs, and made it to London, the Watchers could be marching to battle with them.” He looked at Thomas’s and Alastair’s dubious expressions. “We’ve never seen them in a large group like this, and what’s changed since yesterday? Only that we’ve sent fire-messages out. What else could it be?”
“It could be the fire-messages,” said Alastair slowly. “Or it might be that Belial… has gotten what he wanted.”
James. Thomas felt the suggestion like a punch to the stomach. “I thought you were feeling optimistic.”
“It passed,” said Alastair.
“Well, whatever it is,” said Jesse, standing up, “we’re going with you to find out.”
“No,” said Alastair flatly. “You’re not trained enough.”
Both Grace and Jesse looked offended; in fact, their expressions of annoyance were so similar that it reminded Thomas that whether or not they were blood related, they were siblings nonetheless.
“What Alastair means,” Thomas said quickly, “is it’s not safe, and you’ve both been up all night. And we have no idea what we’ll be facing out there.”
“And?” said Jesse, his tone rather sharp. “What do you expect us to do? We’ve sent a hundred fire-messages; we can’t just huddle here in the Institute, waiting to see if you ever come back.”
“I see I am not the only one who has abandoned optimism,” noted Alastair.
“He’s just being realistic,” said Grace, reaching down below the table where she’d been working and pulling out a canvas sack.
“What do you have there?” said Alastair.
“Explosives,” she said. “From Christopher’s lab. We are ready.”
“The time for hiding and protecting ourselves and saving our energy is over,” Jesse said. “I can feel it. Can’t you?”
Thomas could not deny that it was true. Cordelia and Lucie had gone; Anna and Ariadne were trekking through the Silent City, hoping to meet the Clave at the entrance to the Iron Tombs. They were nearly out of food. And the Watchers were on the march.
“Besides,” Grace said. “We’re the only ones who can send fire-messages. What if we need to reach Anna and Ari, or the Clave, and tell them what the Watchers are doing? Where they’ve gathered? You can’t say that wouldn’t be helpful.”
And indeed, Thomas couldn’t.
