Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices 2) - Page 71

Jessamines hal was the same hal that led to the steps to the training room. She had seen Sophie and Gideon disappear down it minutes ago.

Only, they had not disappeared; they were still there. The light was low, and they were only shadows in the dimness, but Tessa could see them plainly: Sophie, standing against the wall, and Gideon pressing her hand.

Tessa took a step backward, her heart jerking inside her chest. Neither of them saw her. They seemed entirely concentrated on each other. Gideon leaned in then, murmuring something to Sophie; gently he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. Tessas stomach tensed, and she turned and crept away, as soundlessly as she could.

The sky had turned a shade darker when she came back out onto the steps. Cyril was there, whistling off-key; he broke off abruptly when he saw Tessas expression. "Is everything all right, miss? Did you get what you wanted?"

Tessa thought of Gideon moving Sophies hair away from her face. She remembered Will s hands gentle on her waist and the softness of Jems kiss on her cheek, and felt as if her mind were whirling. Who was she to tel Sophie to be careful, even silently, when she was so lost herself?

"Yes," she lied. "I got what I wanted. Thank you, Cyril. "

The warehouse was a great limestone building surrounded by a black wrought iron fence. The windows had been boarded over, and a stout iron padlock held closed the front gates, over which the blackening name of Mortmain and Co. could barely be seen below layers of soot.

The Shadowhunters left the carriage drawn up to the curb, with a glamour on it to prevent it from being stolen or molested by passing mundanes, at least until Cyril arrived to wait with it. A closer inspection of the padlock showed Will that it had been oiled recently and opened; a rune took care of the lack of a key, and he and the others slipped inside, closing the gate behind them.

Another rune unlocked the front door, leading them into a suite of offices.

Only one was still furnished, with a desk, a green-shaded lamp, and a floral sofa with a high carved back. "Doubtless where Jessamine and Nate accomplished the majority of their courtship," Will observed cheerful y.

Jem made a noise of disgust and poked at the couch with his cane.

Charlotte was bending over the desk, hastily going through the drawers.

"I didnt realize youd taken up such a strong anti-courtship stance," Will observed to Jem.

"Not on principle. The thought of Nate Gray touching anyone-" Jem made a face. "And Jessamine is so convinced he loves her. If you could see her, I think even you might pity her, Will. "

"I would not," said Will. "Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously. " He tugged at the bandage on his arm as if it were paining him. "Charlotte? The desk?"

"Nothing. " She slid the drawers shut. "Some papers listing the prices of tea and the times of tea auctions, but other than that, nothing but dead spiders. "

"How romantic," murmured Will. He ducked behind Jem, who had already wandered ahead into the adjacent office, using his cane to sweep away cobwebs as he went. The next few rooms were empty, and the last opened out onto what had once been a warehouse floor. It was a great shadowy cavernous space, its ceiling disappearing up into darkness. Rickety wooden steps led up to a second-floor gal ery. Burlap bags were propped against the wal s on the first floor, looking for all the world, in the shadows, like slumped bodies. Will raised his witchlight rune-stone in one hand, sending out spokes of light through the room as Henry went to investigate one of the sacks. He was back in a moment, shrugging his shoulders.

"Broken bits of loose-leaf tea," he said. "Orange pekoe, from the looks of it. "

But Jem was shaking his head, glancing about. "I am perfectly Will ing to accept that this was an active tea-trading office at one point, but its clearly been shuttered for years, ever since Mortmain decided to interest himself in mechanisms instead. And yet the floor is clear of dust. " He took Will s wrist, guiding the beam of witchlight over the smooth wooden floor. "There has been activity here-more than simply Jessamine and Nates meeting in a disused office. "

"There are more offices that way," said Henry, pointing to the far end of the room. "Charlotte and I Will search them. Will, Jem, you examine the second floor. "

It was a rare and novel thril when Henry gave orders; Will looked at Jem and grinned, and commenced making his way up the rickety wooden stairs.

The steps creaked under the pressure, and under Jems slighter weight behind Will. The witchlight stone in Will s hand threw sharp patterns of light against the wal as he reached the top step.

He found himself on a gal ery, a platform where perhaps trunks of tea had been stored, or a foreman had watched the floor below. It was empty now, save for a single figure, lying on the ground. The body of a man, slim and youthful, and as Will came closer, his heart began to pound crazily, because he had seen this before-had had this vision before-the limp body, the silver hair and dark clothes, the closed bruised-looking eyes, fringed with silver lashes.

"Wil ?" It was Jem, behind him. He looked from Will s silent, stunned face to the body on the floor and pushed past him to kneel down. He took the man by the wrist just as Charlotte reached the top of the steps. Will looked at her in surprise for a moment; her face was sheened with sweat and she looked slightly ill. Jem said, "He has a pulse. Will ?"

Will came closer, and knelt down beside his friend. At this distance it was easy to see that the man on the floor was not Jem. He was older, and Caucasian; he had a growth of silver stubble on his chin and cheeks, and his features were broader and less defined. Will s heartbeat slowed as the mans eyes fluttered open.

They were silver discs, like Jems. And in that moment Will recognized him. He smelled the sweet-sour tang of burning warlock drugs, felt the heat of them in his veins, and knew that he had seen this man before, and knew where.

"Youre a werewolf," he said. "One of the packless ones, buying yin fen off the ifrits down the Chapel. Arent you?"

The werewolfs eyes roamed over them both, and fastened on Jem. His lids narrowed, and his hand shot out, grabbing Jem by the lapels. "You," he wheezed. "Youre one of us. ave you got any of it on you-any of the stuff-"

Jem recoiled. Will seized the werewolf by the wrist and yanked his hand free. It wasnt difficult; there was very little strength in his nerveless fingers.

"Dont touch him. " Will heard his own voice as if from a distance, clipped and cold. "He doesnt have any of your filthy powder. It doesnt work on us Nephilim like it does on you. "

"Will. " There was a plea in Jems voice: Be kinder.

"You work for Mortmain," said Will. "Tel us what you do for him. tell us where he is. "

The werewolf laughed. Blood splashed up over his lips and dribbled down his chin. Some of it splattered onto Jems gear. "As if-Id know-where the Magister was," he wheezed. "Bloody fools, the pair of you. Bloody useless Nephilim. If I ad-me strength-Id chop yer into bloody rags-"

"But you dont. " Will was remorseless. "And maybe we do have some yin fen. "

"You dont. You think-I dont know?" The werewolfs eyes wandered.

"When e gave it to me first, I saw things-such things as yer cant imagine- the great crystal city-the towers of Heaven-" Another spasming cough racked him. More blood splattered. It had a silvery sheen to it, like mercury.

Will exchanged a look with Jem. The crystal city. He couldnt help thinking of Alicante, though he had never been there. "I thought I were going ter live forever-work all night, all day, never get tired. Then we started dying off, one by one. The drug, it kil s ya, but e never said. I came back here to see if maybe there was still any of it stashed somewhere. But theres none. No point leavin. Im dyin now. Might as well die ere as anywhere. "

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