The Raven King (The Raven Boys #4)(81)

“Fuck,” said Adam vehemently. He had begun to shake, though his face had not changed.

“Is Ronan hurt?” Maura asked.

“He doesn’t move right after,” Adam said. “If he brings something back. Give him a second. Fuck! His mother’s dead.”

“Look out!” the girl shouted. And it was that, and only that, that kept the Gray Man from dying when Laumonier appeared around the corner with a gun.

Laumonier did not hesitate for even a second when he saw the Gray Man: To see him in this context was to shoot him.

The sound was bigger than the room.

The girl let out a shriek that had nothing to do with the sound a human girl would make and everything to do with the sound that a crow would make.

The Gray Man had hit the deck immediately, taking Maura down with him. He found, in that bare second on the worn floorboards, that he was facing a choice.

He could try to disarm this part of Laumonier, securing the area and reminding him that now that Greenmantle was dead, Laumonier should not have had any quarrel with the Gray Man. It was not as impossible as it sounded: The Gray Man had a gun within easy reach of his hand as well, and Adam Parrish had already proven himself extremely cool and resourceful. Such a negotiation would leave the Barns open to Laumonier’s interest, of course, and once Laumonier caught sight of the girl with the hooves, that interest would be undying. This part of the world – and along with it 300 Fox Way and Maura and Blue – would for ever be open to threat unless they fled as Declan and Matthew Lynch had. If he chose this path, he would have to be constantly vigilant to protect them from the interested parties. Constantly on the defensive.

Or the Gray Man could shoot Laumonier.

It would be a declaration of war. The other two parts of Laumonier would not let it pass without remark. But perhaps a war was what this twisted business needed. It had been devolving into a dangerous anarchy of alleyways and basements and kidnappings and hit men since some time before him, and had only become more unruly. Perhaps what it needed was someone to impose some rules from the top down, to get these messy kings in line. But it would not be easy, and it would take years, and there was no version of it that meant that the Gray Man got to stay with Maura and her family. He’d have to take the danger elsewhere, and he’d have to once again throw himself into that world.

He wanted to stay so badly, in this place where he had begun to put violence down. In the place where he’d learned how to feel again. In this place that he loved.

Only a second had passed.

Maura sighed.

The Gray Man shot Laumonier.

He was a king.





It was not at all impossible for Blue to believe that a demon had killed Ronan’s mother and was killing Cabeswater, too. When they came back from the lunch at the schoolhouse – having received dozens of calls from both Ronan’s phone and 300 Fox Way – it felt like the end of the world. Knots of clouds snarled over the town and inside the house, where the Gray Man was packing the few small things that he had left behind there.

“You kill the demon,” he told them all. “I will do my best to handle the rest. Will I be back some day?”

Maura just put her hand on his cheek.

He kissed her, hugged Blue, and was gone.

Jimi and Orla, shockingly, were gone as well. They did not deserve to be in the line of fire, Maura said, and had gone to stay with old friends in West Virginia until it was certain what would happen to Henrietta and the psychics in it.

Every appointment had been cancelled, so there were no clients, and the hotline was set up to send every caller straight to voicemail.

Only Maura, Calla and Gwenllian remained.

It felt like the end of everything.

Blue asked Adam, “Where’s Ronan?”

Adam led Blue and Gansey out of Fox Way into the chilly day, moving carefully to avoid unseating Chainsaw, who perched on his shoulder with her head hung low. Ronan’s car was parked on the kerb a few houses away.

Ronan sat motionless behind the wheel of the BMW, eyes fixed on some point down the road behind them. A trick of the light played over the passenger seat – no, it was no trick. Noah sat there, barely present, also motionless. He was already slouching, but when he caught a look at Blue’s stitches, he slouched down even further.

Blue and Gansey walked to the driver’s side and waited. Ronan did not roll down the window or look at him, so Gansey tried the door, found it unlocked, opened it.

“Ronan,” he said. The gentle way he said it nearly made Blue cry.

Ronan did not turn his head. His feet rested on the pedals; his hands rested on the bottom of the steering wheel. His face was quite composed.

How miserable it was to imagine that he was the last Lynch left here.

Beside Blue, Adam shuddered violently. Blue looped her arm around him. It was terrible to imagine that while Gansey and she had been having lunch, Ronan and Adam had been wandering through a hellscape together. Gansey’s gallant magicians, both felled by horror.

Adam shook again.

“Ronan,” Gansey said again.

In a very low voice, Ronan replied, “I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do, Gansey. Tell me where to go.”

“We can’t undo this,” Gansey said. “I can’t undo it.”

This did not make a dent in Ronan’s expression. It was terrible to see him without any fire or acid in his eyes.