"Does that mean we can get a signal on our phones?" Ty wondered.
"I'll check," Julian said, and walked away to press his phone to his ear. Emma thought she heard him say Uncle Arthur's name, but she couldn't be sure, and he moved out of earshot before she could hear another word.
Diego and Cristina had joined Livvy, Ty, and Dru. Cristina was bending down over Tavvy, and Diego was reaching for something inside his gear jacket. Emma moved to join them; as she drew closer, she saw that Diego was holding a silver flask.
"Not giving him booze, are you?" Emma said. "He's a little young for it."
Diego rolled his eyes. "It's an energy draught. Made by the Silent Brothers. Might counteract whatever Malcolm gave him to make him sleepy."
Livvy took the flask from Diego and tasted the contents; with a nod, she tipped the fluid into her little brother's mouth. Tavvy drank gratefully as Emma knelt down and put her hand to his cheek.
"Hey, sweetheart," she said. "Are you all right?"
He smiled up at her, blinking. He looked like Julian when he and Emma were children. Before the world had changed him. My best friend and my best love.
She thought of Malcolm. The parabatai curse. Her heart aching, she kissed Tavvy's baby-soft cheek and rose to her feet to find Cristina behind her.
"Your left arm," Cristina said gently, and led her a few feet away. "Hold it out?"
Emma obeyed and saw that the skin of her hand and wrist was red and blistered, as if she'd been burned.
Cristina shook her head, drawing her stele from her jacket. "There were a few minutes there, when you were behind that wall Malcolm made, where I thought you weren't coming out."
Emma bumped her head against Cristina's shoulder. "Sorry."
"I know." Cristina turned brisk, pushing up Emma's sleeve. "You need healing runes."
Emma leaned into Cristina as the stele ran over her skin, taking comfort in the fact that she was there. "It was weird, being trapped in there with Malcolm," she said. "Mostly he just wanted to tell me about Annabel. And the thing is--I actually felt bad for him."
"It's not weird," said Cristina. "It's a terrible story. Neither he nor Annabel did anything wrong. To see someone you love so horribly punished and tortured--to think they'd abandoned you only to find out that you abandoned them--" She shuddered.
"I hadn't thought about it that way," Emma said. "You think he felt guilty?"
"I'm sure he did. Anyone would."
Emma thought of Annabel with a pang. She had been blameless, a victim. Hopefully she had never been aware of anything, never been aware of Malcolm's efforts to revive her. "I told him he was as bad as the Clave and he actually seemed surprised."
"No one is ever the villain of their own story." Cristina released Emma, pausing to examine her healing handiwork. Already the pain in Emma's arm was receding. She knew a rune from Julian would most likely have worked more quickly, but after what had happened with the Endurance rune, she didn't dare let him rune her in front of everyone else.
Julian. Past Cristina's shoulder, she could see him, near the car. He was holding his phone to his ear. As she watched, he tapped the screen and slid it back into his pocket.
"So are the signals working again?" Ty asked. "Who were you calling?"
"Pizza," Julian said.
They all stared at him. Like the rest of them, he was filthy, a long scratch along his cheek, his hair tangled. In the moonlight his eyes were the color of an underground river.
"Thought we might all be hungry," he said with that deceptive mildness that Emma now knew meant that whatever was happening on the surface didn't match what was going on in Julian's mind.
"We should go," he said. "The convergence's collapse means the Clave is going to be able to see the dark magic emanating from this place on their map. When we get back, I don't think we'll be alone."
They hurried to get everyone ready to go: Livvy carrying Octavian on her lap in the backseat of the Toyota, Diana taking Cristina and Diego in the truck, which she had hidden among some scrub brush. Kieran offered the use of Windspear again to Mark, but Mark declined.
"I wish to ride with my brothers and sisters," he said simply.
Julian turned to Kieran. The faerie's eyes were flat, unreflective. Julian wished he could see what his brother had loved: a Kieran who had been warm toward Mark or kind. He wished he could thank Kieran for not leaving Mark alone among the Hunt.
He wished he felt less hatred in his heart.
"You don't need to come back with us," Julian said. "We don't need your help anymore."
"I will not go until I know Mark is safe."
Julian shrugged. "Have it your way. When we get back, don't come into the Institute until we say so. We'd be in trouble just for fighting alongside you."
Kieran's mouth hardened. "Without me, you would have been defeated this night."
"Probably," said Julian. "I'll remember to be grateful every time I see the scars on Emma's back."
Kieran flinched. Julian turned and walked toward the car. Diana cut in front of him, holding up a hand. She was wrapped in a heavy shawl, and her face was speckled with blood like light freckles.
"The Clave may well be waiting for you," she said without preamble. "If you want, I'll take the blame for everythi
ng and throw myself on their mercy."
Julian looked at her for a long moment. He had lived by ironclad rules for so long. Protect Tavvy, protect Livvy and Ty, protect Dru. Protect Emma. Recently that had widened out slightly--he would protect Mark, because Mark had come back, and he would protect Cristina, because Emma loved her.
It was a sort of love few other people could understand. It was total and it was overwhelming and it could be cruel. He would destroy a whole city if he thought that city posed some threat to his family.
When you were twelve years old and you were all that stood between your family and annihilation, you didn't learn moderation.
He considered now, with all the detachment he could muster, what would happen if Diana tried to take the blame--he entertained the idea, turned it over in his head, and rejected it. "No," he said. "And I'm not being kind. I don't think it would work."
"Julian--"
"You hide things," he said. "The Angel knows there's something you're still hiding, some reason you couldn't take over the Institute. Something you won't tell, anyway. You're a good hider, but you're not a good liar. They won't believe you. But they will believe me."
"So you already have a story for them?" Diana asked, her dark eyes widening.
Julian didn't say anything.
She sighed, pulling the shawl tighter. "You're a piece of work, Julian Blackthorn."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said, though he doubted she meant it as one.
"Did you know I'd be here tonight?" she asked. "Did you think I was in league with Malcolm?"
"I didn't think it was likely," Julian said. "But then, I don't entirely trust anyone."
"That's not true," Diana said, looking across to where Mark was helping Emma into the driver's side of the car. Her blond hair flew like sparks in the starlight. Diana glanced back at Julian. "You'd better get back. I'll make myself scarce until tomorrow."
"I'll tell them you didn't know anything. It isn't as if people don't deceive their tutors all the time. And you don't even live with us." He heard the Toyota start up. The others were waiting for him. "So you'll drop Diego and Cristina at the Institute and then head home?"