now. I can do all sorts of things now.” He looks up into the tree and reaches for one of the slimmest branches; his hand passes through it. He grimaces and tries again. This time his hand closes around the twig, and he snaps it off. Then he looks back up at me and grins, like I should be proud of him.
“Why do you look like me?” I ask. This still feels like the most important question.
“This is just what I look like.” He laughs. “Why wouldn’t I look like you?”
“But you’re not me.”
“No.” The Humdrum frowns. “Look at you. You’re different every time I see you. But I always look just like this.” The twig is still in his hands. He breaks it in two, then drops it and steps towards me. “You can do all sorts of things I can’t do.”
I step back. Into a tangle of branches. “Why are you here—what do you want from me?”
“Nothing,” he says. “Nothing, nothing, nothing. But what does he want from you? That’s the real question.”
I hear someone groan. There’s something moving in the trees.… I wish I could see better, and as soon as I wish it, my magic gets brighter—I’m glowing. The Humdrum laughs again.
“Simon?” someone calls. I think it’s Baz, but he sounds wrong. Like he’s out of breath or in pain.
“Baz? Are you okay?”
“No, no … Simon!”
Then I see Baz ahead of me, twenty feet or so, leaning against a tree. The Humdrum is above us now, sitting on a low branch, watching. Baz’s head hangs low.
I rush forward. “Baz!”
He lifts his face, and it’s wrong, too. Twisted. His eyes are dilated and black, and his mouth is full of white knives—his lips have retracted to make room for them.
I should back away, but instead I squeeze between the trees to try to get to him. It’s Baz who backs away from me. “Something’s wrong,” he says. “I’m hungry.”
“Baz, you’re always hungry.”
“No. It’s different.” He shakes his head and shoulders like an animal. “I saw you in the forest,” he says. “Just now. But you were young—you looked like you did the very first time I saw you.” His words are slurred. Like he’s shoving them through his teeth. “I thought for a minute that you were dead. I thought it was a Visiting.”
“It wasn’t me.” I take a step towards him. “You saw the Humdrum.”
“You touched me,” he says. “I leaned down and you put your hand on my face.”
“It isn’t me,” I say.
“And then you pushed it into me.” He stumbles backwards, staying a step away from me. “Like you do, Simon. But it wasn’t magic this time. It was a void. You pushed a void into me, and everything else left to make room.”
“Baz, stop. Let me help you.”
He keeps shaking his head. He reminds me for a moment of the red dragon, swinging her head back and forth.
“It’s easy with creatures,” the Humdrum says. He’s standing behind Baz now. He reaches out and presses a hand onto Baz’s hunched spine. “I just take what I got and give it to them.”
Baz whines and unfolds until his back is arched.
“What?” I demand. “What do you give them?”
The Humdrum shrugs. “Nothing. I give them some of my nothing.”
Baz lifts his face to me, all pupil and fang. He takes a step forward. “Get away, Simon. I’m hungry.”
“I give them some of my nothing,” the Humdrum says again, “and then they’re drawn to the biggest of all somethings—you. And then you give me more nothing. It’s a great game.”
Baz keeps coming for me. I stand my ground.
“Get away, Simon! I’m hungry!”
“What are you hungry for, Baz?”
“For you!” he shouts. “For magic, for blood, for magic—for everything. For you. For magic.”
He’s shaking his head so fast, it blurs.
There’s a tree between us, and Baz rips it from the ground and tosses it aside.
“Wicked,” the Humdrum says. “I’ve never tried it with one of these before.”
Baz ploughs into me like a steel gryphon. I catch him in my arms and roll to the ground.
He’s much stronger than I am—but I’m made of magic right now, so there’s no crushing me. We thrash around on the ground. I hold his head in both my hands, pushing his jaw away.
“I’m so hungry,” he whines. “And you’re so full.”
“You can have it,” I say, trying to look in his eyes. “Baz. You know you can have it.”
I push on his chin and grab at his hair, holding him back—but I let