"They want my blood," Nophel whispered.
Malia advanced on him, drawing her short knife.
"No!" Peer said.
"Only a little," Nophel said, holding out his arm. "Only a little."
The Unseen watched hungrily as Malia's blade opened a vein. Then she cupped her hands and let the blood collect.
Malia left the room, but Peer had to watch. She wanted to understand. She had seen some of what the Baker could do-the Bellowers and Scopes, belonging to generations of Bakers past; the new Baker's Pserans and chopped fighters-but none of it compared with this. If she had not been educated enough to know that there was no such thing, she would have called this magic.
Blood dribbled from Nophel's nicked arm, but instead of splashing to the floor, it collected in midair, a small patch at first, and then a spreading, shifting pool. A few drops passed through and hit the burned floor. Most did not.
How will they do it? she wondered. Drink? Or will they have to…
Her question was answered for her. The Unseen began to appear. Contact with Nophel's blood seemed to be enough. Barely a shadow at first, her hands manifested from nowhere-faint images that quickly grew more solid as they extended into arms, body, head. Alexia's amazed face appeared out of nowhere, and she looked up at Peer in fear.
"I see you," Peer said, and Alexia dropped the blood pooled in her hand. She stepped back, bloody hands held up to ward off an attack that was not coming. She's been invisible for too long, Peer thought, and it's driven her mad.
But Nophel calmed her, stepping in close, and the Unseen shook where she was backed against the soot-covered wall.
"How… how do you…?" Alexia asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Last time I faded was when-"
The Unseen looked at her hands, frowning, and in moments she started to fade again. Then she snapped back to reality, and this time when she looked up at Peer, all the fear was gone. In its place, power. She smiled, but Peer could not smile back.
"You can control it?" Nophel whispered.
"Malia!" Peer called. "You can come in now." As the Watcher entered, she caught sight of the phantom in the corner, Alexia's smile just fading away to nothing.
"That is wrong," Malia said.
"Yet it works. You'll help us?" Peer asked.
"Yes." Alexia's voice came in from a distance, fading away more finally than an echo.
Nophel was wrapping a strip of cloth around his arm, stemming the flow of blood. He looked pale, nodding into the darkness as he listened to words that were little more than faint whispers to Peer.
"She's going to get more help," Nophel said, distracted. "She says it'll take three of them to get three of us in."
"But you're one of them," Malia said.
"She doesn't see it that way." He tried tying the cloth but it slipped off, and Peer went to help. She tied the ends across the small wound, noticing him wince as she pulled tight, and she wondered how much pain he'd gone through every day of his life. His facial growths were raw, one of them seeping a pinkish fluid.
"How does she control it?" Peer asked.
"I don't know." He stared into the corner where Alexia stood unseen. "Will you help me?" he asked. Peer heard no response, but Nophel smiled uncertainly.
"When are we going?" Malia asked.
"As soon as she returns with the others." Nophel stared at the bloodied cloth, nodding his thanks to Peer.
"That's some powerful blood," she said quietly.
"Yes."
"You knew?"
"I had no idea." He turned away and sat against a wall, head back, eyes closed. "She's gone."
Peer paced the room, passing close to Malia every time but saying nothing. The Watcher woman was checking her weapons. A tension hung in the air, but none of them could break it.
Almost magic, Peer thought again. What else could there be in Echo City that none of them had ever seen or heard of?
Later, Alexia's appearance in the doorway surprised them all. She was almost strutting, reveling in visibility, and she stood in the center of the room.
Nophel sighed, stood, and untied the cloth from around his arm.
"We'll go straight after this," the woman said. She looked at Peer and Malia, eyeing them up and down, dismissive and superior. "I wonder if his blood won't act the other way?"
"I'd rather stay seen, thank you," Malia said, her voice poison.
"Me too," said Peer. "I don't think I could…"
"Slinking through the shadows," Malia said. "Like beasts."
Alexia raised an eyebrow. "And you're asking for my help?"
"No," Peer said. "He is." She nodded at Nophel, the man who had brought them salvation, and Alexia's expression softened.
"I have an idea," she said, bringing out a small ball of twine. "I'll talk you through the plan while we're tying this."
Nophel broke the dried blood over his wound. Fresh blood flowed. Two other Unseen faded in, amazed. The room felt smaller. And Alexia started to explain how they would infiltrate Dragar's Canton.
As they left the ruined house, Peer could feel their sense of salvation. It was as palpable as the smell of roasting from a nearby market. The three Unseen exuded it, each of them visible for now so that they could experience the simple joy of being noticed. Alexia was connected to Nophel by a wound length of string-Peer had not understood the sense in that, but he'd seemed happy-and she was walking with a short, thin man who had yet to speak. His eyes were open with a child's awe, and she wondered how he had been seeing the world before now. His Scarlet Blade uniform was faded and dirty, he stank, but his enthusiasm was infectious, and as they followed the wall's route across the north of Marcellan Canton, Peer allowed herself to believe that they might be able to achieve this.
You follow us, Alexia had said. When we get close to Dragar's, we'll travel Unseen; the string will connect us, and we'll be far enough ahead to spot any trouble before it happens. We know the routes in and out, and each of us has been there several times. Keep the string taut. If you feel it go slack, that means we've stopped and there's trouble.
What's inside? Peer had asked.
Alexia had shaken her head softly. Best just to see.
They soon entered another building, and the three Unseen laughed and chatted like old friends.
Alexia smiled at Peer and the others and said, "We have a lot to thank you for."
"And you know how to show that thanks," Malia said. She was tied to a tall man, his face still beaming from being noticed. In the streets, a group of children had pointed and laughed at his unruly mop of ginger hair, and he'd ruffled it up to make them giggle more. Even the children's guardian had seemed unconcerned, so open and innocent was the tall man's delight.
"The basement of this place has an entrance to a tunnel," Alexia said. "We've used it before, and we keep a stockpile of oil torches inside. We'll be going down into the dark, then beneath the border through the first Echo."
"More darkness," Peer said. "More caves and torches. And the sun's only just come up."
"Hopefully it won't take long," Alexia said.
"They guard these places?" Malia asked.
"Most of them, yes. But there are cracks and crevices and old paths that even the Dragarians don't know." She smiled at Malia's obvious doubt. "Trust me. This will be our last time Unseen, and now we want to live as much as anyone."
The three Unseen faded from view, their faces masks of concentration, and the short man connected to Peer looked wretched as he slipped away. It won't be long, she wanted to say, but he had yet to speak a word to her. Communicating now, just as he was vanishing, seemed wrong.
Nophel watched them fade, and for an instant he shimmered in and out of focus. He caught Peer watching him and smiled.
"You can…?" she asked, and Nophel nodded.
"Alexia told me," he said. "She's been Unseen for so long, her sense of self has distanced. If I view myself as others see me, not how I see myself…" He flickered in and out of focus again, and the power before her scared Peer more than ever.