I studied the building a minute longer, but I was only delaying the inevitable. "Right. Let's go."
I wrapped my fingers around my keys and phone and called to the Aedh. Once I'd changed form, I moved across the road, hesitating briefly to study the names on the intercom before slipping through the small gap between the door and the floor. Flat one, according to the directory, was up on the first floor. Shard's flat was the only one on that floor. I went in.
At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything wrong. The place was tidy, but not overly so. There was a small stack of mail sitting—unopened—on a glass side table near the door, dishes draining on the sink in the kitchen, and laundry sitting in the basket in the small laundry room. There was nothing that immediately jumped up and screamed "problem." Not until I went into the bedroom, anyway.
Because the entire room had become one gigantic web. Even though I was little more than particles, it seemed to cling to me, making me feel itchy and sending horror coursing through me. I backed away faster than I'd ever done before—in either form—and returned to the relative safety of the doorway.
I hadn't noticed any motion sensors in the flat, so I shifted back to flesh form. Dizziness swept me, and I had to grab the doorframe to steady myself—but the pain that slithered through me was next to nothing when compared to the state I was usually in after a shift. I might not know what Malin had done to me, but if this lack of pain was one of the side effects, then I couldn't entirely be sorry about it.
The cobweb hung from one side of the room to the other, the gossamer strands shining like gilded silver in the evening light filtering in through the bedroom window. Little white pods hung in various corners, but all of them were split open and empty of contents. I couldn't be sorry about that, considering what they'd probably held was spiders. Lots and lots of baby black spiders. Goose bumps fled across my skin, and I rubbed my arms, trying without succeeding to warm the chill from them. Even Azriel re-forming behind me couldn't do anything about that.
Di Shard lay on the bed. Or what remained of her did, anyway. Like the two male victims we'd seen, she was wrapped in spiderweb and her skin was like parchment—brittle and almost translucent. The only difference was, she didn't have just two slashes in her abdomen. Instead, her body was littered with little cuts. Tiny cuts. As if they'd been made by the fangs of thousands of little black spiders.
Another shiver ran through me. I could only hope she'd been dead when they'd begun consuming her.
"Well," I said eventually, "this really doesn't tell us much."
"Other than the fact that she has been dead for at least a week." His hand rested lightly on my hip, the touch comforting rather than sexual.
My gaze swept the room again, but there wasn't much to find in the way of clues. "Why would she be consuming the men herself, but leave the women for her young?"
"She would probably need to keep her own strength up if she is in a breeding phase."
"Any idea how long that phase is likely to be?"
"No. As I have said before, I normally do not hunt spirits." He half shrugged, a movement I felt rather than saw. "But her actions so far suggest she is not working purely from instinct, but rather from intelligence."
I glanced up at him. "Meaning not all dark spirits are capable of logic?"