Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he was having to physical y restrain himself from yel ing. "Sophie,"he said slowly. "I can't do this alone. The magic sealing this case is too strong even for me. But if both of us were to try...wel , I think we could do it."
"Why?"I asked. "You said yourself that the grimoire is fil ed with the most ancient, darkest magic in the world. So what do you want it for?"
Another deep breath. "Academic reasons."
Anger rushed through me, and I felt my magic start to rise up. "If you want my help so much, tel me the truth."
"This is extremely dangerous business, and I think it's better for you if you know as little as possible. That way, if we're-if we're caught, you can honestly say you didn't know what I was doing."
"No,"I said, shaking my head. "I am so sick of people lying to me, or only tel ing me half of what I need to know. You said yesterday that it was time I started learning about the 'family business,'and I gave up Ar...a lot for you, and for the Council. So tel me what's going on."
Chapter 12
It was Dad's turn to look surprised. For a moment, I thought he might just cal the whole thing off. But then he nodded and said, "Fair enough. I told you that the Council had been trying to raise a demon for hundreds of years before Virginia final y located this book."He gestured to the grimoire.
"After Alice, the Council agreed that the magic was too dangerous, and the book was locked in this case. Ever since then, no one's been able to do a possession ritual. But now..."
"Daisy and Nick,"I murmured.
"Exactly."
"So what? You think someone took the grimoire out and used that spel to make Daisy and Nick demons?"
Dad ran a hand through his hair, and for the first time, I noticed that his fingers were trembling. "No, it's not that. This case is exceedingly difficult to open. I just want to see the ritual itself, what's required for a possession spel . If I knew exactly what had been done to Daisy and Nick, then maybe it would help me figure out who did it to them. And why."
It sounded like a rational enough explanation, but, to be honest, it stil scared the crap out of me. Unleashing a book that contained the darkest magic in the whole wide world could never be seen as a good thing, you know? But I didn't say that to Dad. Instead, I asked, "Okay, so how do we get it open if it's so 'exceedingly difficult'?"
Dad laid a hand on top of the case. "Brute strength, basical y. The case requires al twelve of the Council members to unlock it."
I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, wel , since there are only two of us, and only one of us is a Council member-"
Shaking his head, Dad cut me off. "No, technical y, we're both Council members. You're the heir apparent to the head of the Council, ergo-"
"Dad, it is way too early to be using words like 'ergo.'And even if I am a Council member, that stil leaves us ten people short."
"Yes, wel , that's where the brute strength part comes in. Between our combined powers and the blood, it should open for us."
"Blood?"I echoed faintly.
Dad looked grim as he pul ed a short silver dagger out of his suit jacket. "I told you, blood magic is very ancient and very powerful. Now give me your hand. We don't have much time."
The light from outside was beginning to turn more golden than blue-gray, and I knew the house would be waking up soon.
I also knew that I real y, real y didn't want to give Dad my hand.
"This is why you worked with me yesterday, isn't it?"I asked, my voice barely audible. "You wanted to make sure I could do this without blowing the library to smithereens in the process."
Something washed over Dad's face, and I hoped it was guilt. "It wasn't the only reason, Sophie,"he replied.
"Okay, but please remember that I stil broke a lot of mirrors yesterday. Shouldn't we wait until I've had a little more practice?"
Dad shook his head. "Yesterday afternoon, The Eye attempted a raid on Gevaudan."
It took me a moment to remember that that was the name of the fancy shapeshifter school in France. "Time is no longer a luxury we can afford,"Dad said. Then he moved the blade over his left palm in one quick flash. I gasped, and he laid his now-bloody hand on top of the bookcase. His blood trickled over the runes carved into the glass, flowing into them. As it did, the markings began to glow with golden light. Inside its box, the book seemed to shudder a little.
I waited for my newfound psychic feelings to kick in, tel ing me what a horrible idea this was. But there was nothing. Yeah, I felt kind of sick, but I think that was more about the blood than any terrible feelings of dread.
"Sophie,"Dad said, holding out the dagger. "Please."
I thrust out my hand before I had time to think about it, giving him the palm that was already scarred by demonglass. The pain was bright and quick, and not nearly as bad as I'd thought it would be. Fol owing Dad's lead, I put my hand next to his on the case, even as I winced, remembering how hot it had been last time.
But there was no heat. I felt the magic covering it, and my powers surged in response. "Now what?"I whispered, unable to take my eyes off my own blood as it flowed into the runes. As it did, the golden light got brighter.
"Do what we did yesterday,"Dad said, his voice low and even. "Picture a human memory. A human emotion."
Suddenly, I saw Archer sitting in the window of the corn mil again, and a sense of longing flooded through me. Almost instantly, at least a dozen books flew off the shelf nearest to me, the force breaking their spines and sending pages fluttering al around us.
"Something else!"Dad hissed, raising panicked eyes to mine.