Black Spring
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Alerian stiffened at my tone. “I did not receive an invitation.”
“You didn’t send us one, either,” I said.
His gaze grew icier.
“See, that’s your problem right there,” I said. “No sense of humor. Lucifer or Puck would have been right there with me, snappy rejoinders at the ready.”
“I do not play at life as my brothers do,” Alerian said.
“No, but you’re happy to play with life,” I said, taking the opening. “Tell me about these shapeshifters of yours.”
Alerian grew more still, if that was possible. I’d never seen anyone with such fine muscle control. He seemed not to even breathe.
“I can only assume that Daharan has betrayed my confidence,” Alerian said. He said it in a way that implied, And my brother will pay for his treachery.
I had no doubt that Daharan could defend himself, and he’d surely had plenty of practice dealing with his own sibling. But I couldn’t let the possibility of a threat against him stand.
“Leave Daharan out of it,” I said. “He didn’t betray you. I saw one of your shifters myself.”
A flicker of surprise moved over his face before he was able to disguise it again. “That is impossible.”
“Obviously it is possible,” I said. “Based on your response, I’m going to assume you didn’t know one of them was out running around, terrorizing innocent wolf packs.”
Despite what I said, I was careful not to make any assumptions about Alerian’s potential involvement. Just because he was surprised that I had encountered the shifter didn’t mean that he wasn’t aware of its existence. He might have thought the creature safely locked up somewhere.
I expected Alerian to think, to weigh his words before speaking, but he surprised me by responding quickly.
“If you know of the shifters, then you also know that Daharan forced me to destroy them,” he said. “Whatever you saw, it was no creature of mine.”
I glanced at Nathaniel, who gave a tiny shake of his head. No.
He didn’t think I should push it. The line of inquiry hadn’t revealed any new information anyway, so I was willing to let it go. For now.
“What about this plan for a supernatural ghetto?” I asked. “Did you come up with that all on your own, or did the mayor help you out?”
Alerian smiled then, a crafty, malicious smile that chilled me to the bone. “I am merely a consultant offering my services and assistance to the city. I have no power to dictate policy to the current administration.”
“What a load of bullshit,” I said. “The mayor doesn’t have enough imagination to come up with a plan like this on his own.”
Alerian moved forward suddenly, quick as a striking cobra, and before I could blink he stood less than an inch from me. Nathaniel stepped toward us, presumably to help, but I shook my head at him. Whatever happened was between Alerian and me.
“Know this, niece. My other brothers may tolerate such disrespect from you, but I shall not. You will not speak to me thus again unless you wish to suffer the consequences.”
His power became more palpable, suffocating. My natural inclination was to flip him the bird, which was my fallback response anytime something stronger and more powerful than me tried to tell me what to do. I recognized that this was not a wise play. Unlike everyone else I met, something about Alerian told me that he truly was not to be trifled with. However, I felt that it would set a bad precedent if I let him think he had the upper hand.
“You will not threaten me,” I said, and lifted my chin.
“Do you not care for the child in your body?” Alerian said. “I could rip him squalling from your belly and strangle the life from him before you bled out on the floor. You are nothing, a mote of dust in time and space.”
He had said exactly the wrong thing. Exactly the wrong thing. I could take any kind of insult to myself, but not to my child. Never to my child.
The shadow inside me roared up, and with it the push of magic. It pressed against Alerian’s power, furious, seeking to destroy.
Alerian smiled again and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me close to him. I heard Nathaniel shout, but the sound came from far away, swallowed by the waves of the ocean. Then I was pulled beneath its depths, descending into the cool darkness. There was no light, no air, only a suffocating pressure and the blue-green swirl of Alerian’s eyes.
I kicked my feet, felt the resistance of the water, but it was fruitless. I was wrapped in the embrace of the leviathan, and he would not release his quarry.
It was dark, and growing darker, and the shadow inside me smiled. It loved the dark.
Magic surged, releasing the pressure that threatened to crush me. I kicked toward the surface, and the light.
Alerian released me abruptly, staring at me. His face reflected no emotion, but I could sense his surprise. Nathaniel dragged me away from our uncle and toward the door.
Alerian stood where we left him, frozen in place, looking out the window at the river, saying nothing.
Nathaniel didn’t speak to me either as he hurried me down the hall to the elevator. I could sense all the unsaid reprimands he held back. I also felt him drop a veil over our wings only. We could be seen, but we looked like a normal human couple.
We entered an elevator occupied by another couple that were either on their honeymoon or having an affair. Nobody in a tired relationship twines themselves around another person like that in a public place.
The busy twosome took zero notice of Nathaniel or me. My companion and I spoke not a word to each other. Nathaniel kept his hand at my elbow like I was a wayward child that needed guidance.