Rachel Vincent - Shadow Bound

But she’d have to think I liked her, or she’d never trust me. And if she didn’t trust me, she’d never let me near her sister. Kenley Daniels. The woman whose blood had the power to ruin lives—or end them.

“Okay, blood splatter is a problem,” I admitted. “But you’re a Traveler, right? So, you could just walk us both through a shadow down here and out of one up there, couldn’t you?” I glanced at what I could see of the second floor for emphasis.

Kori shook her head. “Infrared grid. There isn’t a true shadow in this entire house, except for the darkroom. None deep enough for me to step through, anyway.”

“What if there was?” I glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then I stood and started to tug her into the alcove she’d led me to minutes earlier. But she stiffened before I could touch her, and I realized I hadn’t imagined her pulling away from me before. But I didn’t understand it.

She was just a hammer to me, and I was just a job to her. An assignment. Korinne was the bait sent to reel me in, and for all I knew, she did this on a weekly basis. She flirted and cajoled, in a teasing, I-dare-you kind of way, clearly gauging my interest, and she probably knew far better than I did how to stay detached. How to attract without being attracted. How to engage without engaging your emotions, or even your desires.

So why the physical distance?

Was that part of Tower’s pitch? Show me the menu, but don’t let me order until I’d officially signed on? Or was Kori defining her own boundaries between work and play?

I was almost jealous of how well she played the game. And I was more determined than ever to keep in mind the fact that this was a game. A charade, of sorts. The woman, the party, the champagne and fancy clothes—they were nothing but a pretty mask covering an ugly beast that, behind its beguiling smile, waited to devour me.

“What if there was what?” she asked, standing without my help, and I had to drag my thoughts back on topic. Again.

“What if there was a true shadow upstairs? What if I could make a shadow? A real one? There’s no way we could both get past the guard, but if you distract him, I could sneak up and make a shadow for you to walk through. Then you could find that bottle, and we could both forget about the crowd for an hour or so.”

Because that part was real. She hated the party and the champagne, and the more comfortable—and less sober—I could make her, the better my chances of conning classified information from her. Like how well guarded her sister was at various times of the day. Or better yet, how to get into and out of Kenley’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Her pale brows rose in surprise. “You can black out infrared light?”

I leaned closer and put one finger over my lips. “Shh. I’m pretty sure that’s most of why Tower wants me. So yes, if you can get me upstairs, I can open a hole in the infrared grid, through which you could then join me.”

“A cynic and a rule breaker. I like it.” Her smile widened just a bit, and too late I realized I was returning it with one of my own. “And if we get caught?”

I shrugged. “I’ll say I was giving you a demonstration of my Skill, for recruiting purposes.” But she looked uncertain, so I tried again. “Tower told you to keep me happy, right?” No one had actually come out and said that, but it was no stretch of the imagination. Kori nodded, her smile fading fast. “So he can’t get mad at you for doing your job, can he?”

She frowned, like she wanted to argue, but wouldn’t. Or couldn’t.

I arched one brow at her. “Never mind. If you’re too scared …”

“Motherfucker …” she mumbled, rolling her eyes over my dare, and I couldn’t resist another smile. “Fine. But it’ll have to be the far staircase, and you’ll have to be quick. And make sure no one else is watching.”

“No problem.”

“You ready?” she asked, and I could tell from the curve at the edge of her mouth that she was getting into the spirit of the adventure.

“Almost.” I took the champagne flute from her hand and drained it with one gulp, then set it on the floor next to the wall. “What’s your plan?” I asked, glancing at the guard on the far side of the foyer. “Flirt? Take him a drink?”

She shook her head. “He wouldn’t buy either of those, coming from me. Don’t worry about it. Just wait until he steps away from the stairs, then haul ass. And be quiet.” Then she turned and headed across the foyer without so much as a glance back.

I tried not to watch her walk away, but failed miserably, and by the time I realized I was staring, she was in position. She walked right past the guard without a word, and I thought she’d changed her mind about the whole thing until he called out to her, though I couldn’t make out more than her name, from across the large foyer.

I started across the floor, my hands in my pockets, prepared to claim I was looking for the restroom if I were accosted. The guard in front of the near staircase eyed me as I passed him, but when I didn’t try to race up the stairs at his back, he turned to stare into the party again, obviously disappointed that his post wasn’t closer to the action.

There was a broad expanse of floor between the two sets of stairs, and in the center of that, opposite the double front doors, was a smaller set of doors leading to a courtyard in the middle of the house. Several couples milled outside, sitting on benches, drinking and nibbling from plates of those hors d’oeuvres Kori hated. I stood near the door, blocked from sight by the curve of stairs, listening to her conversation with the second guard. Which turned out to be less conversation than argument.

“Look who’s playin’ dress up …” the guard said, but his tone was neither friendly nor flirty. “I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

“And you never will again, if I have any say.”

“You don’t, though, do you?” he said, and when she tried to keep walking, he grabbed her arm, hauling her close, his back to me and the staircase. And in that moment, I understood why she’d pulled away from me when I’d held her arm. “You don’t have a say in anything anymore, do you?”

“Fuck off, David,” Kori snapped, and I started to step in, thinking that her plan had gone awry. Then she jerked free from his grip and walked off. When he took several steps after her, I realized this was how she’d planned to distract him. Not by flirting, but by pissing him off. She’d known he’d follow. Maybe they had some kind of history. A grudge, or a former fling.

“I caught the show, you know,” the guard said softly, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. Which meant he had no idea I was there.

I started to slip up the stairs, but then I noticed through the railing that Kori had gone still again, this time staring at the floor, fists clenched at her sides. “Shut up,” she whispered.

The guard stepped closer, so close his chest almost touched her back, and I could see her tense when he leaned down to whisper into her ear, words so soft I had to strain to hear them. “All this time, turning your nose up at everyone who wanted a taste, busting balls and splitting skulls with impunity because Tower liked you. But look at you now. My, how the mighty have fallen …”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a misquote,” she mumbled, as he circled her slowly, and I ducked behind the staircase again, out of sight, unless the guard on the other side of the foyer turned to look.

“Fits, though, doesn’t it. The taller the pedestal, the harder the bitch on it crashes to the ground. Do you want to know what we saw?”

“I want you to back the fuck off before I decide you’d look better with your nose on one side of your face.”