The Chain (The Secret of Spellshadow Manor #3)(103)

Child’s play, he thought to himself. And they call themselves the best—the best at mediocrity, perhaps.

His shadowy mouth turned up in a pleased grin as he saw the bruised, ugly shape of Alypia crouched on the floor, her pale face drawn and almost skeletal, her beauty yet to be restored by the crackling magic.

Ah, there’s the family resemblance! Elias bristled with catty pleasure, enjoying the woman’s suffering. He had never much cared for her, nor she for him. Definitely showing your age, Alypia, he thought smugly. She looked almost dead, but the frail twitch of her fingers confirmed she was not.

Bored with Alypia, he slunk away, moving deftly from shadow to shadow. His curiosity spiked when he saw Helena running back through the grounds of the school. The girl was of interest to him. He swooped close to her, marveling at the work she had saved him in trying to squirrel away a book on portals. The Leander book had almost finished him off, dispersing his wispy body to the four corners of the earth, but Helena had done the job just as well. It would do, for now. Nobody except she and Elias knew what she had done with the portal, but they would, and boy would she be in trouble then.

She was something of a mystery to him, this silver-haired waif who had failed to steal Alex’s heart away from that curly-haired do-gooder. Elias still wasn’t sure how he felt about Helena, though he did enjoy the powerful energy that emanated from her very being, feeding his weakened state. It was like drinking pure energy.

Elias’s mood turned sour as he thought about Ellabell, which was what thinking about her usually did. Especially after the stunt she pulled outside the cottage—Elias was still seething about that. Ellabell was the girl who seemed to ruin everything, as far as Elias was concerned, always seeking to turn Alex against him in one way or another. One little smack to the head and it was curtains for Elias.

Well, I showed that troublesome little pest. He grinned, flashing his teeth, pleased that Alex still felt the need for him. It was addictive, Elias knew it was—he had made it that way. Knowledge was highly addictive, that little French girl was evidence of that, and Alex was just as hooked.

Alex’s affection for Ellabell was an issue, Elias had decided. He felt a growing resentment toward the bespectacled saint, who could do no wrong in Alex’s eyes. Elias wondered if, perhaps, it wasn’t about time to do something about her, in such a way that Alex wouldn’t suspect it was him. Alex would never stand for it if he knew Elias was responsible. That was a surefire way to lose Alex’s faith, but he had a whole arsenal of devious methods up his wispy sleeve. All he had to do was take up the delicious task of choosing the right one.

Draping himself from the rafters of the bell tower, Elias felt like a proud uncle, thinking about the smattering of dangerous, dark magic Alex had used to attack Alypia. It was like seeing the quiet kid stand up in class and breakdance, an unexpected, if slightly amusing, pleasure. Alex had fumbled and gone at it in a haphazard manner, but the progress was remarkable. Elias shivered with pleasure as he recalled the liquid silver eyes, burning brightly, so similar to those of Leander Wyvern’s.

For a while, Elias had wondered if he’d been betting on a tired horse, but Alex had shown there was hope for him still. He wouldn’t be putting Alex out to pasture just yet. When pushed, his strength grew. When threatened, he showed his worth. Elias just had to keep playing upon that, which was what Elias enjoyed best in his fairly dull half-life. Alex was just about the only thing that kept Elias amused these days.

The boy was becoming a powerful Spellbreaker, finding his way through the spells and anti-magic with an instinctive surety that thrilled Elias.

It must be his heritage coming through, he thought wryly.

Even Elias had to admit he was impressed to see Alex using his essence for his own needs. It was promising—very promising. He felt the shadowy, starry crevasse of his chest swell with something akin to satisfaction as he thought about how far Alex had come, in such a relatively short span of time. Most of it was due to his tutelage, of course, Elias knew, but Alex had certainly done some of the footwork.

As much as Elias tried, he couldn’t deny being fond of the boy.

Swooping down toward the glittering lake, beneath the cover of darkness, he relished the feel of the warm breeze rushing through his translucent form. He’d be leaving this place soon, much to his relief, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t do a lap of honor.

Skimming low across the water, the black, endless pools of his eyes caught sight of a body floating beneath the dark surface of the lake. It made him sad to see her brought so low. Well, as sad as Elias was capable of being. He had always been close to her, before, but that was so long ago now. He watched Gaze’s body for a while, her rippling features decidedly peaceful, before quickly shaking off the feeling of melancholy, knowing that was not his way. Elias didn’t do emotion, nor did he permit himself to get emotionally attached.

Elias answered to nobody and nothing.

Refusing to look back again, committing Gaze to the memory of long-forgotten life, he gathered his various parts together, knowing with intense pleasure that he was closer to his goal.

Vengeance was a dish best served cold, and it was almost freezing.