The Shadow Prince
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“Lexie?” I call after her.
She doesn’t respond and I can’t see her anymore, so I start after her. I’ve only taken about six steps when I hear a noise that sounds like something falling over, followed by a muffled swearword from Lexie. I smile, guessing she tripped in her shoes.
But then a horrible noise fills the air. At first, it starts as a low hiss and then grows higher pitched and grating. It reminds me of the screeching squeal of bad car brakes—only higher and much louder. It reverberates around me, making me shiver. When the noise dies away, Lexie’s frantic scream replaces it.
Without thinking, I run in the direction of her scream. I think I hear footsteps following me, but it’s probably just the pounding of my heart in my ears. I don’t dare look back. I round a corner in the path and stumble over something. I fall hard on my knees and see, lying on its side like a lifeless corpse, one of Lexie’s gold shoes on the ground in front of me.
At first, I can’t find Lexie. The path in front of me seems empty. I look deeper into the woods that line the path, and see her. She’s on the ground, backed up against a large tree about ten feet away from me. She holds her hands up defensively and shouts for help. That’s when I realize there’s someone—or something—else in the trees with her. At least I think I detect movement in the shadows beside her. It’s so dark, all I can see is the outline of a large black form standing over her. Or maybe it’s just the shifting shadows of tree branches. Then the shadow seems to swoop down toward Lexie.
“Get away from her,” I shout, and grab the closest thing that resembles a weapon. Lexie’s very pointy shoe. I push myself up from the asphalt path and lob the shoe at the shadowed outline. It passes right through it.
I am sure it’s just a shadow now, except it seems to turn in my direction.
That terrible screeching noise fills the air again. It seems to echo off the trees and slice into my ears. I can’t tell if it comes from the shadow or from somewhere behind me. I swallow hard and launch myself at Lexie. I wrap my arms around her protectively as the shadow engulfs us. Lexie buries her face against my shoulder, her curly hair blocking my view of the shadow.
I do the only thing that I can think of next. I scream.
My voice echoes around me, almost as loud as the screeching squeal, matching it in pitch. I feel the shudder of the shadow against my skin, but I don’t dare look at it. A second later, a burst of lightning explodes just over our heads. I scream again. Lexie flails. The light illuminates the terror on her face before I clamp my eyes shut to protect them from the brightness. My lids are down only for half a second, but when I open my eyes, she and I are alone beside the path. The shadow is gone.
But, no. I am wrong. We’re not completely alone. Electricity tingles in the air around me as I push myself up to get a better look at the boy who stands on the opposite side of the path.
Chapter twenty-nine
HADEN
Another surge of electricity builds in my chest as I watch her approach. I try to push it down, but I’m fighting the adrenaline rush of what just happened.
“Haden?” she asks. “Is that you?”
So she’s seen me. There’s no running away now. That would only make matters worse. I don’t know where the thing went—its scent has evaporated from the air—so there’s no point in trying to go after it. She moves even closer. Her eyes lock on mine. She brushes her hands up and down her arms, marveling at the way the fine hairs on her skin stand on end from the electricity that still crackles in the air around us.
She looks up, and I can tell that she’s noting that there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
“How?” she says. “What … what just happened?”
I don’t know how to answer that question. I don’t know the how or why of it all, either. It should be impossible. The shadow beast—that thing that attacked—I think I know what it is, but it shouldn’t be possible. How could it be here?
It was the smell that sent me after Daphne. I was still sitting on the gate, intent on trying to read Simon’s and Mayor Winters’s lips—making a mental note to research how to do that better on YouTube—in order to follow their conversation, when I saw Daphne leaving the party alone. I wasn’t going to follow, noting how Dax would approve of my restraint, when I caught the strange smell on the breeze.
It was the metallic tinge of blood in the air, followed by the wafting scent of sulfur.
It was enough to make me forget about Simon and the mayor. I jumped down into the front yard, following the smell. I bypassed the catering van in the driveway, and noticed that the helmeted man and his motorcycle were gone. My footsteps quickened as I realized the sulfuric scent led in the same direction that Daphne had gone. But it was the scream that sent me running.
I wouldn’t have believed the scene I came upon if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. The short girl, Lexie, was cowering against a tree trunk, seemingly under attack by some sort of shadow creature—and Daphne had thrown herself in the middle, using herself as a shield to protect the other girl as the shadow swirled around them. I didn’t understand it. Why would Daphne help this girl, who, for all that I could tell, had been cruel to her all night? The thought snapped away from me as the shadowy thing reared back, as if preparing to take a swipe at the girls. Daphne screamed, and the thing seemed to quiver. For the briefest of moments, it seemed to take solid form. I thought maybe I had just imagined it or my eyes were just playing tricks on me, but I caught a glimpse of feathers and claws before it turned back into a misty shadow again.
“No,” I whispered out loud. It can’t be. A pulse of electricity flooded through my body. I directed it into my arms, then hands, then fingertips, and flung it at the creature. The lightning passed right through the misty creature and exploded against a tree only a few feet from the girls. Lexie wailed, clasping her hands over her head. Daphne screamed. The creature became solid once more, long enough for me to see only the look of shock—or perhaps recognition—in its red eyes as it glared at me. It went misty again and then vanished altogether, evaporating into the shadows that surround the path.
Another surge of lightning crackled up my body. I knew I should go after the creature. It’s not injured. I’d probably only frightened it away. It could attack again. But how could I stop something that I couldn’t strike?
It’s the sound of Daphne’s gasp that made me hesitate. She’d seen me and was approaching tentatively, leaving Lexie looking as though she had fainted against a tree.
She doesn’t respond and I can’t see her anymore, so I start after her. I’ve only taken about six steps when I hear a noise that sounds like something falling over, followed by a muffled swearword from Lexie. I smile, guessing she tripped in her shoes.
But then a horrible noise fills the air. At first, it starts as a low hiss and then grows higher pitched and grating. It reminds me of the screeching squeal of bad car brakes—only higher and much louder. It reverberates around me, making me shiver. When the noise dies away, Lexie’s frantic scream replaces it.
Without thinking, I run in the direction of her scream. I think I hear footsteps following me, but it’s probably just the pounding of my heart in my ears. I don’t dare look back. I round a corner in the path and stumble over something. I fall hard on my knees and see, lying on its side like a lifeless corpse, one of Lexie’s gold shoes on the ground in front of me.
At first, I can’t find Lexie. The path in front of me seems empty. I look deeper into the woods that line the path, and see her. She’s on the ground, backed up against a large tree about ten feet away from me. She holds her hands up defensively and shouts for help. That’s when I realize there’s someone—or something—else in the trees with her. At least I think I detect movement in the shadows beside her. It’s so dark, all I can see is the outline of a large black form standing over her. Or maybe it’s just the shifting shadows of tree branches. Then the shadow seems to swoop down toward Lexie.
“Get away from her,” I shout, and grab the closest thing that resembles a weapon. Lexie’s very pointy shoe. I push myself up from the asphalt path and lob the shoe at the shadowed outline. It passes right through it.
I am sure it’s just a shadow now, except it seems to turn in my direction.
That terrible screeching noise fills the air again. It seems to echo off the trees and slice into my ears. I can’t tell if it comes from the shadow or from somewhere behind me. I swallow hard and launch myself at Lexie. I wrap my arms around her protectively as the shadow engulfs us. Lexie buries her face against my shoulder, her curly hair blocking my view of the shadow.
I do the only thing that I can think of next. I scream.
My voice echoes around me, almost as loud as the screeching squeal, matching it in pitch. I feel the shudder of the shadow against my skin, but I don’t dare look at it. A second later, a burst of lightning explodes just over our heads. I scream again. Lexie flails. The light illuminates the terror on her face before I clamp my eyes shut to protect them from the brightness. My lids are down only for half a second, but when I open my eyes, she and I are alone beside the path. The shadow is gone.
But, no. I am wrong. We’re not completely alone. Electricity tingles in the air around me as I push myself up to get a better look at the boy who stands on the opposite side of the path.
Chapter twenty-nine
HADEN
Another surge of electricity builds in my chest as I watch her approach. I try to push it down, but I’m fighting the adrenaline rush of what just happened.
“Haden?” she asks. “Is that you?”
So she’s seen me. There’s no running away now. That would only make matters worse. I don’t know where the thing went—its scent has evaporated from the air—so there’s no point in trying to go after it. She moves even closer. Her eyes lock on mine. She brushes her hands up and down her arms, marveling at the way the fine hairs on her skin stand on end from the electricity that still crackles in the air around us.
She looks up, and I can tell that she’s noting that there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
“How?” she says. “What … what just happened?”
I don’t know how to answer that question. I don’t know the how or why of it all, either. It should be impossible. The shadow beast—that thing that attacked—I think I know what it is, but it shouldn’t be possible. How could it be here?
It was the smell that sent me after Daphne. I was still sitting on the gate, intent on trying to read Simon’s and Mayor Winters’s lips—making a mental note to research how to do that better on YouTube—in order to follow their conversation, when I saw Daphne leaving the party alone. I wasn’t going to follow, noting how Dax would approve of my restraint, when I caught the strange smell on the breeze.
It was the metallic tinge of blood in the air, followed by the wafting scent of sulfur.
It was enough to make me forget about Simon and the mayor. I jumped down into the front yard, following the smell. I bypassed the catering van in the driveway, and noticed that the helmeted man and his motorcycle were gone. My footsteps quickened as I realized the sulfuric scent led in the same direction that Daphne had gone. But it was the scream that sent me running.
I wouldn’t have believed the scene I came upon if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. The short girl, Lexie, was cowering against a tree trunk, seemingly under attack by some sort of shadow creature—and Daphne had thrown herself in the middle, using herself as a shield to protect the other girl as the shadow swirled around them. I didn’t understand it. Why would Daphne help this girl, who, for all that I could tell, had been cruel to her all night? The thought snapped away from me as the shadowy thing reared back, as if preparing to take a swipe at the girls. Daphne screamed, and the thing seemed to quiver. For the briefest of moments, it seemed to take solid form. I thought maybe I had just imagined it or my eyes were just playing tricks on me, but I caught a glimpse of feathers and claws before it turned back into a misty shadow again.
“No,” I whispered out loud. It can’t be. A pulse of electricity flooded through my body. I directed it into my arms, then hands, then fingertips, and flung it at the creature. The lightning passed right through the misty creature and exploded against a tree only a few feet from the girls. Lexie wailed, clasping her hands over her head. Daphne screamed. The creature became solid once more, long enough for me to see only the look of shock—or perhaps recognition—in its red eyes as it glared at me. It went misty again and then vanished altogether, evaporating into the shadows that surround the path.
Another surge of lightning crackled up my body. I knew I should go after the creature. It’s not injured. I’d probably only frightened it away. It could attack again. But how could I stop something that I couldn’t strike?
It’s the sound of Daphne’s gasp that made me hesitate. She’d seen me and was approaching tentatively, leaving Lexie looking as though she had fainted against a tree.
