numbingly. Dee was in the forward stance, left leg forward, right leg back, ready for action. Zach looked bleak, and Audrey and Michael had moved closer together.
"You didn't really think," Julian said to Jenny, "that I would let you go."
Jenny felt dizzy. Smothering.
"You said ... you were playing the Game fairly," she got out, with barely the breath to say it. "You promised me-"
"I'm not hidebound by tradition. And I am playing fairly-I said if you got to the turret before dawn, you'd find the door home standing open. It is open-it's just that I won't let you get to it."
Jenny looked at the animals guarding the door. What could even Dee do to fight them?
"By the way, Tommy, here, hasn't even faced his real nightmare yet. But there'll be plenty of time. We've got something like eternity ahead of us, you
know," Julian said. His eyes were like liquid cobalt -and ravenous. Hungrier than the wolf's as he looked at Jenny and Tom together there.
God help me, Jenny thought. Please, someone help. She looked at Tom, but Tom was looking at Julian, with such hatred and fury that it made Jenny afraid for him.
"Then this whole 'Game' has been a farce," Tom said, almost spitting the words. His hazel eyes were burning.
Julian spread his hands and inclined his head slightly-almost a bow. As if someone had complimented him on a job well done. But it was Jenny he spoke to.
"I told you I'd do whatever was necessary to get you. At first I was sure you'd lose the Game-most people do. Then, when I saw you had a chance of winning, I figured I could make you turn to me for help. But you wouldn't. She's very strong, you know," he added, flicking a heavy-lidded glance at Tom. "Much too good for you."
"I know," Tom said, and Jenny looked at him, astonished. "But she's a thousand times too good for you."
"I want her for goodness' sake," Julian said and smiled. "Light to my darkness. You'll see-Tommy. You'll have years and years and years to see how well she and I fit together." He turned back to Jenny. "In any case, you've gotten this far, and I'm afraid I have to tell you the truth. Which is that the whole Game has been just-a game. The kind a cat plays with a mouse."
"Before eating it?" Dee said in a voice like a knife.
Julian barely glanced back at her. "I'm only hungry for one thing at the moment, Deirdre. But my friends by the door have strange appetites. I wouldn't go near them if I were you. And of course there are all the other Shadow Men-all my elders, those ancient, bone-sucking, lip-licking wraiths-they'd all like to get hold of you. This house keeps them outside-but you wouldn't get far if you opened a window."
Jenny felt the trembling in Tom's clenched fists and bowed her head. She was thinking of the poem in her grandfather's room.
Like the other fools/Who've slipped on these same stones and played and lost. .
Did everyone lose to the Shadow Men?
The dice are loaded, she thought. You can't win.
All bets are off.
"They'd love to sink a tooth in you," Julian was saying to Dee. "Do you know you're the image of Ankhesenamun, one of the greatest beauties of Egypt?" Even as he spoke, Dee snapped her right leg up in a high kick, pulling her toes back at the last minute to deliver a devastating blow with the heel. At least, that was how it should have happened. Julian, with the reflexes of a rattlesnake, caught her foot as it came at him and jerked up, flinging Dee on her back.
"Rule One in this Game," Julian said, smiling. "Don't mess with me. I'll beat you every time."
Dee got up, obviously in pain-there was no way to break a fall like that-and Julian turned back to Jenny.
Jenny met his ravenous eyes and felt something inside her change forever.
"Let the others go," she said clearly and softly, "and I'll stay with you."
Julian stared at her. Everyone stared at her.
Then somebody-she thought it was Michael-started to laugh.
Julian smiled, very slightly, just one corner of his lip up. Not an amused smile. His eyes had gone the blue of gas flames.
"I see," he said.
Jenny detached her hands from Tom's. She stood up.
"I'm serious. Let them go ... and I'll stay ... of my own free will. And you know what that means." She was thinking of the darkroom, of the boy masquerading