Fragile Eternity
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Once Niall returned a few minutes later, he was not so blood-covered. His glamour hid the state of his clothes and the cuts on his skin, so the only mortal in the room who saw that anything had changed was Seth.
When Niall sat down at the table again, Seth said, Do you know him?
Niall followed Seths gaze to the side of the room where the statuelike faery still stood. Unfortunately. Niall removed a cigarette case from a pocket and slid one out. Devlin is Sorchas peacekeeper, or her thug, depending on whos doing the defining.
The faery Devlin smiled placidly at them.
And Im not in the mood to deal with him, Niall added, without taking his attention from Devlin. Very few faeries are strong enough to test me these days. She is. Unfortunately, he is too.
Unsure how the day had gone so suddenly tense, Seth shot another glance at Devlin, who was approaching their table.
He stopped, still invisible, and said to Niall, Trouble comes, my friend. Sorcha is not the only target.
Is she ever? Niall flicked open his lighter.
Without being invited, Devlin pulled a chair out and joined them. Sorcha was once fond of you. That should matter, even to you. What she needs is
I dont want to know, Dev. You see what I am now.
In control of your own path.
Niall laughed. No. Not that. Never that.
Seth wasnt sure what the right move was, but when he started to stand, Niall gripped his forearm. Stay.
Devlin watched, seemingly impassive. Hes yours?
Hes my friend, Niall corrected.
He sees me. He sawher. Devlins tone wasnt accusing, but it was alarming nonetheless. Mortals arent to See.
He does. If you try to take himNiall bared his teeth in an animalistic snarlany kindness I once felt for your queen or friendship for you will not stop my anger. Then he glanced at Seth. Go nowhere with him. Ever.
Seth raised one brow in silent question.
Devlin stood. If Sorcha had meant for me to take the mortal, hed be gone. She hasnt ordered his collection. I am here now warning you of trouble in your court.
And reporting back on it.
Of course. Devlin gave Niall a look that was beyond disdainful. I report everything to my queen. I serve the High Court in all things. Be alert to my sisters words.
Then he stood and left.
Niall ground out his first cigarette, which he hadnt smoked, and pulled out another.
Want to explain any of that? Seth gestured around the room.
Not really. Niall lit the cigarette and took a long drag. He held the cigarette in front of him with a bemused look on his face. And really, Im not sure Ican explain it all.
Are you in danger?
Niall exhaled and grinned. One can hope.
Am I?
Not from Devlin. Hed have tried to take you if he was sent here to do so. Niall glanced at the doorway through which the High Court faery had left. Devlin comes here on High Court business because Sorcha does not often walk among mortals.
And the faery who attacked you?
Niall shrugged. Its one of her hobbies. She enjoys violence, discord, pain. Keeping her in check is one of the many challenges Irial left me. He helps, butI have trouble trusting him.
Seth didnt know what to say to that. They sat in awkward silence for several cigarettes.
The waitress stopped to clean the tables nearest themagain. She stared at Niall with blatant interest. Most faeries and mortals did. Niall was a Gancanagh, seductive and addictive. Until hed become Dark King, his affection was also fatal to his partners.
Who was she? The faer Seth broke the word off as the waitress came to their table with a clean ashtray. He told her, Well let you know if we need anything.
I dont mind stopping, Seth. She spared him a scowl before turning her attention to the Dark King. NiallIs there anything you need?
No. Niall stroked the girls bare arm. Youre always good to us. Isnt she, Seth?
After the waitress walked away, sighing and darting a glance back at Niall, Seth rolled his eyes and muttered, We ought to pass those charms of yours out to everyone here.
A grin replaced the gloomy expression on Nialls face. Spoilsport.
Enjoy it. Enjoy the attention, but reserve your affection for faeries, Seth cautioned.
I know that. I just needthe Dark King winced as if the thought hurt himI just need you to keep reminding me. I dont ever want to be what Keenan is, what Irial was.
Which is? Seth asked.
A selfish bastard.
Youre a faery king, man. I dont know how much choice you have. And with what just happened with the raven-faery
Dont. I would spare you and myself from your knowing the unpleasant things in my life if youll let me.
Seth held up a hand in a halting gesture. Your call. Im not judging you either way.
That makes one of us then, Niall murmured. After a still moment, he straightened his shoulders, rolling them like he was testing for motility. I suppose the true dilemma is where to direct my bastardness.
Or you know, try harder on the resisting-it thing.
Sure. Nialls expression was bland as he added, Thatsexactly what the Dark King is to do: resist temptation.
Chapter 6
Aislinn was feeding the birds when Keenan came in slamming doors and scowling. One of the cockatiels clung to the back of her shirt and poked its beak through her hair to watch the Summer King. The birds were a source of comfort for Keenan. Sometimes, in his melancholy or irritable moods, sitting and watching them was one of the only surefire ways to adjust his temper. The birds seemed to know how valuable they were and acted accordingly. Today, however, he didnt pause among them.