Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices Series #1)

Try it again, Will suggested. Simply walk from one end of the room to the other. We ll tell you if you look convincing.

Tessa sighed. Her head throbbed, as did the backs of her eyes. It was exhausting learning how to pretend to be a vampire. It had been two days since Lady Belcourt s visit, and Tessa had spent almost every moment since then attempting to convincingly transform herself into the vampire woman, without enormous success. She still felt as if she were sliding around on the surface of Camille s mind, unable to reach through and grasp hold of thoughts or personality. It made it difficult to know how to walk, how to talk, and what sort of expressions she ought to be wearing when she met the vampires at de Quincey s party whom, no doubt, Camille knew very well, and whom Tessa would be expected to know too.

She was in the library now, and had spent the last few hours since lunch practicing walking with Camille s odd gliding walk, and speaking with her careful drawling voice. Pinned at her shoulder was a jeweled brooch that one of Camille s human subjugates, a wrinkled little creature called Archer, had brought over in a trunk. There had been a dress, too, for Tessa to wear to de Quincey s, but it was much too heavy and elaborate for daytime. Tessa made do with her own new blue and white dress, which was bothersomely too tight in the bosom and too loose in the waist whenever she changed into Camille.

Jem and Will had set up camp on one of the long tables in the back of the library, ostensibly to help and advise her, but more likely, it seemed, to mock and be amused by her consternation. You point your feet out too much when you walk, Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.

I do not walk like a duck.

I like ducks, Jem observed diplomatically. Especially the ones in Hyde Park. He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?

They ate it too, Will reminisced. Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

Do you mind? Tessa demanded. If you re not going to help me, you might as well both leave. I didn t let you stay here so that I could listen to you nattering on about ducks.

Your impatience, said Will, is most unladylike. He grinned at her around the apple. Perhaps Camille s vampire nature is asserting itself?

His tone was playful. It was so odd, Tessa thought. Only a few days ago he had snarled at her about his parents, and later had begged her to help him hide Jem s bloody coughing, his face burning with intensity as he did so. And now he was teasing her as if she were a friend s little sister, someone whom he knew casually, perhaps thought of with affection, but for whom he had no complex feelings at all.

Tessa bit her lip and winced at the unexpected sharp pain. Camille s vampire teeth her teeth were ruled by an instinct she couldn t understand. They seemed to slide forward without warning or prompting, alerting her to their presence only by sudden bursts of pain as they punctured the fragile skin of her lip. She tasted blood in her mouth her own blood, salty and hot. She pressed her fingertips to her mouth; when she drew her hand away, her fingers were spotted with red.

Leave it alone, said Will, setting down his apple and rising to his feet. You ll find you heal very quickly.

Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. I don t understand what makes them come out like that!

Hunger, said Jem. Were you thinking about blood?

No.

Were you thinking about eating me? Will inquired.

No!

No one would blame you, said Jem. He s very annoying.

Tessa sighed. Camille is so difficult. I don t understand the first thing about her, much less being her.

Jem looked at her closely. Are you able to touch her thoughts? The way you said you could touch the thoughts of those you transformed into?

Not yet. I ve been trying, but all I get are occasional flashes, images. Her thoughts seem very well protected.

Well, hopefully you can break through that protection before tomorrow night, said Will. or I wouldn t say much about our chances.

Will, Jem chided. Don t say that.

You re right, Will said. I shouldn t underestimate my own skills. Should Tessa make a mess of things, I m sure I ll be able to fight our way through the slavering vampire masses to freedom.

Jem as was his habit, Tessa was starting to realize simply ignored this. Perhaps, he said, you can only touch the thoughts of the dead, Tessa? Perhaps most of the objects given to you by the Dark Sisters were taken from people they had murdered.

No. I touched Jessamine s thoughts when I Changed into her. So that can t be it, thankfully. What a morbid talent that would be.

Jem was looking at her with thoughtful silver eyes; something about the intensity of his gaze made her feel almost uncomfortable. How clearly can you see the thoughts of the dead? For instance, if I gave you an item that had once belonged to my father, would you know what he was thinking when he died?

It was Will s turn to look alarmed. James, I don t think , he began, but broke off as the door to the library opened and Charlotte entered the room. She wasn t alone. There were at least a dozen men following her, strangers whom Tessa had never seen before.

The Enclave, Will whispered, and gestured for Jem and Tessa to duck behind one of the ten-foot bookcases. They observed from their hiding place as the room filled with Shadowhunters most of them men. But Tessa saw, as they filed into the room, that among them were two women.

She could not help staring at them, remembering what Will had said about Boadicea, that women could be warriors as well. The taller of the women and she must have been nearly six feet in height had powder white hair wound into a crown at the back of her head. She looked as if she were well into her sixties, and her presence was regal. The second of the women was younger, with dark hair, catlike eyes, and a secretive demeanor.

The men were a more mixed group. The eldest was a tall man dressed all in gray. His hair and skin were gray as well, his face bony and aquiline, with a strong, thin nose and a sharp chin. There were hard lines at the corners of his eyes and dark hollows under his cheekbones. His eyes were rimmed with red. Beside him stood the youngest of the group, a boy probably no more than a year older than Jem or Will. He was handsome in an angular sort of way, with sharp but regular features, tousled brown hair, and a watchful expression.

Jem made a noise of surprise and displeasure. Gabriel Lightwood, he muttered to Will under his breath. What s he doing here? I thought he was in school in Idris.

Will hadn t moved. He was staring at the brown-haired boy with his eyebrows raised, a faint smile playing about his lips.

Just don t get into a fight with him, Will, Jem added hastily. Not here. That s all I ask.

Rather a lot to ask, don t you think? Will said without looking at Jem. Will had leaned out from behind the bookcase, and was watching Charlotte as she ushered everyone toward the large table at the front of the room. She seemed to be urging everyone to settle themselves into seats around it.

Frederick Ashdown and George Penhallow, here, if you please, Charlotte said. Lilian Highsmith, if you d sit over there by the map

And where is Henry? asked the gray-haired man with an air of brusque politeness. Your husband? As one of the heads of the Institute, he really ought to be here.

Charlotte hesitated for only a fraction of a second before plastering a smile onto her face. He s on his way, Mr. Lightwood, she said, and Tessa realized two things one, that the gray-haired man was most likely the father of Gabriel Lightwood, and two, that Charlotte was lying.

He d better be, Mr. Lightwood muttered. An Enclave meeting without the head of the Institute present most irregular. He turned then, and though Will moved to duck back behind the tall bookcase, it was too late. The man s eyes narrowed. And who s back there, then? Come out and show yourself!

Will glanced toward Jem, who shrugged eloquently. No point hiding till they drag us out, is there?

Speak for yourself, Tessa hissed. I don t need Charlotte angry at me if we re not supposed to be in here.

Don t work yourself into a state. There s no reason you d have had any idea about the Enclave meeting, and Charlotte s perfectly well aware of that, Will said. She always knows exactly who to blame. He grinned. I d turn yourself back into yourself, though, if you take my meaning. No need to give too much of a shock to their hoary old constitutions.

Oh! For a moment Tessa had nearly forgotten she was still disguised as Camille. Hastily she went to work stripping away the transformation, and by the time the three of them stepped out from behind the bookshelves, she was her own self again.

Will. Charlotte sighed on seeing him, and shook her head at Tessa and Jem. I told you the Enclave would be meeting here at four o clock.

Did you? Will said. I must have forgotten that. Dreadful. His eyes slid sideways, and he grinned. Lo there, Gabriel.

The brown-haired boy returned Will s look with a furious glare. He had very bright green eyes, and his mouth, as he stared at Will, was hard with disgust. William, he said finally, and with some effort. He turned his gaze on Jem. And James. Aren t you both a little young to be lurking around Enclave meetings?

Aren t you? Jem said.

I turned eighteen in June, Gabriel said, leaning so far back in his chair that the front legs came off the ground. I have every right to participate in Enclave activities now.

How fascinating for you, said the white-haired woman Tessa had thought looked regal. So is this her, Lottie? The warlock girl you were telling us about? The question was directed at Charlotte, but the woman s gaze rested on Tessa. She doesn t look like much.

Neither did Magnus Bane the first time I saw him, said Mr. Lightwood, bending a curious eye on Tessa. Let s have it then. Show us what you can do.

I m not a warlock, Tessa protested angrily.

Well, you re certainly something, my girl, said the older woman. If not a warlock, then what?

That will do. Charlotte drew herself up. Miss Gray has already proved her bona fides to me and Mr. Branwell. That will have to be good enough for now at least until the Enclave makes the decision that they wish to utilize her talents.

Of course they do, said Will. We haven t a hope of succeeding in this plan without her.