Bloodfever
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The first time Id ever walked into this part of the city, Id gotten whistles and catcalls, and had enjoyed them all. Id been the kind of girl who dressed for attention, in an eye-catching outfit with all the right accessories. Tonight, in baggy clothes and sensible running shoes, with no makeup and rain-slicked hair, my passage through the craic-filled party district went unnoticed, unremarked, and I was grateful for it. The only crowd I was interested in was the one in my head, thoughts crammed into every nook and cranny of my brain, elbowing each other out of the way to get my attention.
Up until now, Barrons had been my only source of information about what I was, and what was going on around me. But Id just learned there was another source out there, and it was an organized one. There were other sidhe-seers battling and killing the Fae; spunky fourteen-year-olds, with superhero speed, no less.
Up until now, without even knowing her name, Id discounted Rowena as a cantankerous old woman who probably knew a few others like us and was old enough to recall a bit of sidhe-lore. Id never dreamed she might be plugged into a community of sidhe-seers, an active network with a council and rules, and mothers who taught their children from birth how to cope with what they were. The ancient enclave Barrons had told me about in the graveyard still existed today!
I was angry that she hadnt invited me into that community the night wed met, the night Id seen my first Fae and nearly betrayed myselfwould have, in fact, if shed not intervened.
But no, far from taking me under her wing when Id so desperately needed help, and teaching me how to survive, Rowena had chased me off and told me to go die somewhere else.
And thats exactly what I would have donediedif Id not crossed paths with Jericho Barrons.
Unguided, clueless about what I was, one or another of the Unseelie monsters I would have refused to believe was real would have killed me. Perhaps a Shade would have reduced me to a papery husk the next time Id unwittingly wandered into the abandoned neighborhood. Perhaps the Gray Man would have made shorter work of my beauty than awful hair, bad clothes, and rapidly shifting priorities were managing to do quite nicely. Perhaps the Many-Mouthed Thing would have turned his many mouths on me, or perhaps Id have been drawn to the attention of the Lord Master and ended up his personal OOP detector, not Barrons, and hed have used and killed me just like Alina.
Whatever else Barrons may behe was the one whod saved me. Hed opened my eyes and turned me into a weapon. Not Rowena and her merry band of sidhe-seers. Id take tough love any day over no love at all.
There are no male sidhe-seers, Dani had said. Never have been.
Well, I had news for her: Barrons could see them, hed taught me about them, and wed fought them side by side, and that wasmore than Rowena or anyone else had ever done for me.
I had no doubt shed send for me soon. Shed had sidhe-seers out hunting for me. She knew I had one of the Seelie Hallows. That day in the museum when Vlane had forced his deadly sexuality on me, shed seen me threaten him with the spear. When Id finally escaped, shed caught up with me and tried to get me to go somewhere with her. But it had been too little, too late. Shed abandoned me for the second time that day in the museum, letting me strip in public and back up like a mindless mare in heat to a death-by-sex Fae and not lifting a finger to help me. When Id demanded to know why she hadnt tried to do somethinganythingshed said coldly, One betrayed is one dead. Two betrayed is two deadwe cannot take risks that might betray more of us, especially not me.
She was important, this old woman. And she had information about me, about who I was. And when she sent someone for me, I would go.
But only with guarded thoughts and cautious tread.
At our third encounter, things were going to be very different: She was going to have to prove herself to me.
It was dark by the time I got back to the bookstore. I made my way down the side alley and around to the back entrance, a flashlight clutched in each hand. I noticed Barrons had boarded up the broken window in the garage.
I was not developing a full-blown obsession with the Shades. I was merely checking to make sure the status quo was stillwell, quo. One of my enemies had set up a base camp right outside my back door. The least any good soldier would do was scout it on a regular basis to make sure there were no new developments.
There were no new developments. The floodlights were on, the windows were closed. I dragged the back of my hand across my brow with a sigh of relief. Ever since the Shades had gotten into the store, Id not been able to get them off my mind, especially the big, aggressive one that had menaced me in Barrons parlor, and was currently moving restlessly back and forth at the edge of the darkness.
I blinked.
It was shaping a tendril of itself into something that looked suspiciously like a fist with a single upright human fingeryou know which one. Surely it wasnt learning from me, was it? I refused to entertain the thought. There was no room for it in my head; my brain was full. It had been a trick of the shadows, nothing more.
I turned for the stairs and was on the top step, my hand on the doorknob, when I felt its presence behind me.
Dark.
Empty.
Vast as the night.
I turned, as inexorably drawn as if a black hole had opened at my back and I was being sucked into its event horizon.
The specter stood motionless, watching me in silence, still as death. The inky folds of its voluminous, cowled robe rustled in the breeze.