Lady Midnight (The Dark Artifices 1)

he sink. "Texts go to Julian, Emma, and myself."

"Why not Arthur?" Cristina said. "Does he not have a cell phone?"

He didn't, as far as Emma knew, but Diana didn't answer that. "Now here's the other thing," she said. "Mantid demons guard the convergence during the night, but as you know, demons are inactive outside during the day. They can't stand sunlight."

"I wondered," said Emma. "It didn't make sense that whoever's doing this would leave the convergence unguarded for half the day."

"You were right to wonder," Diana said. Her voice was neutral; Emma searched her face in vain for a clue to whether she was still angry. "During the day the door to the cave seals itself closed. I watched the entrance disappear when the sun rose. It didn't interfere with setting up the monitoring runes and wards--I did that outside the cave--but no one's going into that convergence while the sun's up."

"All the murders, the body dumping, all of them have happened at night," Livvy said. "Maybe there's a demon behind this after all?"

Diana sighed. "We just don't know. By the Angel, I need coffee."

Cristina hurried to get her a mug, while Diana brushed at the dirt on her clothes, frowning.

"Did Malcolm help set it up?" Julian asked.

Diana took the coffee gratefully from Cristina and smiled. "All you need to know is that it's taken care of," she said. "Now, you've got testing today, so I'll see you in the classroom after breakfast."

She left, taking her bag and her coffee with her. Dru looked glum. "I can't believe we have class," she said. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that had a picture of a screaming face and the words DR. TERROR'S HOUSE OF HORRORS across the front.

"We're in the middle of an investigation," Livvy said. "We shouldn't have to take tests."

"It's an affront," said Ty. "I am affronted." He had pushed his headphones down, but his hand was under the table. She could hear him clicking a retractable pen--it was something he had done often before Julian had built him better focus tools, but it was still something he did when anxious.

Against a background of grumbling from everyone, Emma's phone trilled. She glanced down and saw the screen flash. CAMERON ASHDOWN.

Julian looked over for a moment, then went briskly back to stirring the eggs. He was in a combination of gear, apron, and torn T-shirt that at another time would have had Emma teasing him. Now she just edged toward the window and picked up the call.

"Cam?" Emma said. "Is something going on?"

Livvy looked over and rolled her eyes, then got up to start ferrying plates back and forth between the stove and the table. The rest of the kids were still arguing, though Tavvy had wound up with the chocolate milk.

"I didn't call to ask you to get back together, if that's what you're thinking," Cameron said. She pictured him as his voice came down the phone: frowning, his red hair messy and askew as it always was in the morning.

"Wow," said Emma. "Good morning to you, too."

"Milk thief," Dru said to Tavvy, and put a piece of toast on his head. Emma stifled a smile.

"I was at the Shadow Market," said Cam. "Yesterday."

"Gasp! Shame on you."

"I heard some gossip around Johnny Rook's table," he said. "It was about you. He said he'd argued with you a few days ago." His voice lowered. "You shouldn't be seeing him outside the Market, Em."

Emma leaned back against the wall. Cristina gave her a pointed look, then sat down with the others; soon everyone was buttering toast and forking up eggs. "I know, I know. Johnny Rook is a criminal who does crime. I got the lecture already."

Cam sounded put out. "Someone else said you were poking your nose into something that wasn't any of your business. And that if you kept doing it, they'd hurt you. Not the guy who said it--I shook him down a little, and he said he meant someone else. That he'd heard things. What are you poking around in, Emma?"

Julian was still at the stove; Emma could tell by the set of his shoulders that he was listening. "It could be so many things."

Cameron sighed. "Fine, be flip about it. I was worried about you. Be careful."

"Always am," she said, and hung up.

Silently, Julian handed her a plate of eggs. Emma accepted it, conscious that everyone was looking at her. She put the eggs down on the kitchen island and perched herself on one of the stools, poking at her breakfast with a spoon.

"Okay," Livvy said. "If no one else asks, I will. What was that about?"

Emma looked up, about to give an annoyed answer, when the words died in her throat.

Mark was standing in the doorway. The tension of last night's altercation in the library seemed to reappear, dropping a heavy silence over the kitchen. The Blackthorns looked at their brother, wide-eyed; Cristina stared down at her coffee.

Mark looked--normal. He wore a clean blue henley shirt and dark jeans that actually fit, along with a weapons belt around his waist, though there were no weapons in it. Still, it was unmistakably a Shadowhunter belt, runes of angelic power and precision punched into the leather. There were gauntlets on his wrists.

They all stared at him, Julian with his spatula in midair. Mark put his shoulders back and for a moment Emma thought he was going to sweep another bow, the way he had last night. Instead he spoke.

"I apologize for yesterday evening," he said. "I should not have blamed you, my family. The politics of the Clave are complex and often dark, and not your fault. I would like to, with your permission, start over and introduce myself to you."

"But we know who you are," Ty said. Livvy leaned over and whispered in his ear, her hand brushing his shoulder. Ty looked back at Mark, clearly still puzzled, but also expectant.

Mark took a step forward. "I am Mark Antony Blackthorn," he said. "I come from a long line of proud Shadowhunters. I have served with the Wild Hunt for years I cannot count. I have ridden through the air on a white horse made of smoke, and gathered up the bodies of the dead, and brought them to Faerie, where their bones and skin have fed the savage land. I have never felt guilty, but perhaps I should." He let his hands, which had been clasped behind his back, fall to his sides. "I don't know where I belong," he said. "But if you let me, I will try to belong here."

There was a moment of silence. The kids at the table stared; Emma sat with her spoon poised, holding her breath. Mark looked toward Jules.

Julian reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Why don't you sit down, Mark," he said a little hoarsely. "I'll make you some eggs."

Mark was quiet all through breakfast, as Julian, Emma, and Cristina filled in the others on what they'd discovered the previous night. Emma kept the details of the Mantid attack minimal; she didn't want to give Tavvy nightmares.

Stanley Wells's wallet was passed over to Ty, who looked thrilled to be handling a clue. He promised a full investigation of the unfortunate Stanley after the testing. Since Mark had no need to participate in the testing, Julian asked him if he would look after Tavvy in the library.

"I will not feed him to a tree, as is done in the Unseelie Court with unruly children," Mark promised.

"That's a relief," Julian said dryly.

Mark bent down toward Tavvy, whose eyes were sparkling. "Come with me, little one," Mark said. "There are books in the library, that I remember, that I loved as a child. I could show them to you."

Tavvy nodded and placed his hand in Mark's with total trust. Something went through Mark's eyes then, a lightning flash of emotion. He went out of the room with Tavvy without another word.

Cameron's warning stayed with Emma through the rest of the meal, as they cleaned up, and after they all filed to the classroom to find Diana there, holding a heavy stack of testing papers. She couldn't get his words off her mind, and as a result scored dismally on languages and memorization of the classes of various demons and Downworlders. She mixed up Azazel and Asmodeus, Purgatic and Cthonian, and nixies and pixies. Diana glared at her as she marked the paper with Emma's name on it with a fat red pen.

Everyone else scored high, and the few tha

t Julian missed were ones Emma suspected he had gotten wrong on purpose to make her feel better.

Emma was grateful when they finished up the written and oral parts of the test. They took a break for lunch before moving down the hall to the training room. Diana had already set up the space. There were targets for knife throwing, swords of various sizes, and, in the middle of the room, a large training dummy. It had a wooden trunk, several arms that could be positioned and repositioned, and a stuffed cloth head like a scarecrow.

A circle of black-and-white powder surrounded the dummy--rock salt mixed with ash. "Attacking from a distance, with care and precision," Diana said. "Disrupt the ash circle and you fail." She moved toward the black box on the floor and flipped a switch. It was a radio. Noise exploded into the room, harsh and discordant. It sounded as if someone had recorded a mob in action, shouting and yelling and smashing windows.

Livvy looked horrified. Ty winced and reached for his headphones, dropping them over his ears.

"Distraction," said Diana loudly. "You have to work past it--"

Before she could finish, there was a knock at the door: It was Mark, looking diffident. "Tavvy is busy with his books," he said to Diana, who had reached to turn the noise down slightly, "and you had asked if I could join this part of the testing. I thought it best to oblige."

"But Mark doesn't need to be tested," objected Julian. "It's not as if his scores can be reported to the Clave."

"Cristina doesn't need her scores reported either," Diana said. "But she's joining in. I want to see how you all do. If you're going to work together, it would be best if you all knew each other's skill levels."

"I can fight," Mark said. He didn't add anything about the night before, the fact that he'd held off Mantid demons on his own, without new runes. "The Wild Hunt are warriors."

"Yes, but they fight differently than Shadowhunters," Diana said, gesturing around the training room, at the runed blades, the adamas swords. "These are the weapons of your people." She turned back to the others. "Each of you must choose one."

Mark's expression flattened at that, but he said nothing. Nor did he move as the rest of them scattered--Emma went for Cortana, Cristina for her butterfly knives, Livvy for her saber, and Dru for a long, thin misericord. Julian chose a pair of chakhrams, circular razored throwing stars.