Jem flinched back from her touch. Tessa had never seen him look so unnerved. "I told you, were here for a friend," he snapped. "A Nephilim. Blue eyes, black hair-" His voice rose. "Ta xian zai zai na li?"
She looked at him for a moment, then shook her head. "You are foolish,"
she said. "There is little of the yin fen left, and when it is gone, you Will die.
We struggle to obtain more, but lately the demand-"
"Spare us your attempts to sel your merchandise," said Tessa, suddenly angry. She couldnt bear the look on Jems face, as if each word were the cut of a knife. No wonder Will bought his poisons for him. "Where is our friend?"
The warlock woman hissed, shrugged, and pointed toward one of the bunk beds bolted to the wall. "There. "
Jem whitened as Tessa stared. Their occupants were so still that at first she had thought the beds were empty, but she realized now, looking more closely, that each was taken up by a sprawled figure. Some lay on their sides, arms trailing over the edges of the bed, hands splayed; most were on their backs, eyes open, staring at the ceiling or the bunk above them.
Without another word Jem began to stalk across the room, Tessa on his heels. As they drew closer to the beds, she realized that not all the occupants were human. Blue, violet, red, and green skin flashed past; green hair as long and netted as a web of seaweed brushed restlessly against a dirty pil ow; taloned fingers gripped the wooden sides of a bunk as someone moaned. Someone else was giggling softly, hopelessly, a sound sadder than weeping; another voice repeated a childrens rhyme over and over and over again:
"Oranges and lemons
Say the bells of St. Clements
When will ye pay me?
Ring the bells at Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Say the bells of Shoreditch-"
"Will," whispered Jem. He had stopped at a bunk halfway down the wall, and leaned against it, as if his legs threatened to give way.
Lying in the bunk was Will, half-tangled in a dark, ragged blanket. He wore nothing but trousers and a shirt; his weapons belt hung on a nail peg inside the bunk. His feet were bare, his eyes half-lidded, their blue only slightly visible beneath the fringe of his dark lashes. His hair was wet with sweat, pasted to his forehead, his cheeks bright red and feverish. His chest rose and fell raggedly, as if he were having trouble drawing breath.
Tessa reached out and put the back of her hand to his forehead. It was burning. "Jem," she said softly. "Jem, we must get him out of here. "
The man in the bunk beside them was still singing. Not that he was quite a man, exactly. His body was short and twisted, his shoeless feet ending in cloven hooves.
"When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney
I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow"
Jem was still staring down at Will, motionless. He seemed frozen. His face had gone a patchy white and red color.
"Jem!" Tessa whispered. "Please. Help me get him on his feet. " When Jem did not move, she reached out, took Will by the shoulder, and shook him. "Will. Will, wake up, please. "
Will only groaned and turned away from her, burying his head against his arm. He was a Shadowhunter, she thought, six feet of bone and muscle, far too heavy for her to lift. Unless- "If you do not help me," Tessa said to Jem, "I swear, I Will Change into you, and I Will lift him myself. And then everyone here Will see what you look like in a dress. " She fixed him with a look. "Do you understand?"
Very slowly he raised his eyes to hers. He did not look fazed by the idea of being seen by ifrits in a dress; he did not look as if he saw her at all. It was the first time she could remember seeing those silver eyes without any light behind them. "Do you?" he said, and reached into the bunk, catching Will by the arm and hauling him sideways, taking little care, and bumping Will s head, hard, against the side rail of the bed.
Will groaned and opened his eyes. "Let me go-"
"Help me with him," Jem said without looking at Tessa, and together they wrestled Will out of the bunk. He nearly fell, sliding his arm around Tessa to balance himself as Jem retrieved his weapons belt from the nail it was hanging from.
"Tel me this is not a dream," Will whispered, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. Tessa jumped. He felt feverishly hot against her skin. His lips grazed her cheekbone; they were as soft as she remembered.
"Jem," Tessa said desperately, and Jem looked over at them; he had been buckling Will s belt over his own, and it seemed clear he hadnt heard a word Will had said. He knelt down to stuff Will s feet into his boots, then rose to take his parabatais arm. Will seemed delighted by this.
"Oh, good," he said. "Now were all three together. "
"Shut up," said Jem.
Will giggled. "Listen, Carstairs, you havent any of the needful on you, have you? Id stump up, but Im flat out. "
"What did he say?" Tessa was baffled.
"He wants me to pay for his drugs. " Jems voice was stiff. "Come. Wel get him to the carriage, and Ill come back with the money. "
As they struggled toward the door, Tessa heard the voice of the cloven- footed man, following them, thin and as high as music piped through reeds, ending in a high-pitched giggle.
"Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!"
* * * Even the dirty Whitechapel air seemed clear and fresh after the cloying incense stench of the faerie drug den. Tessa almost stumbled going down the stairs. The carriage was thankful y still at the curb, and Cyril was swinging himself down out of the seat, heading over to them, concern on his big, open face.
"Is he all right, then?" he said, taking the arm that Will had draped over Tessas shoulders and draping it over his own. Tessa slipped aside grateful y; her back had begun to ache.