Fragile Eternity
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And? Seth looked hopeful for only a moment.
He said no, but
Just like that. Nialls right about him. Hed rather I wasnt in your life, Ash. And someday, I wont be. Hell have everything, and Ill have nothing left. He stopped himself, forced his expression to one that lied to her. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. You know what? You dont need this right now, not when youre hurt. Im going to head out.
Seth. Please? Her heart thudded horribly. This wasnt what she wanted: seeing Seth look like this hurt almost as much as the stab wound did. Im trying.
Im trying too, Ash, but Iits like having heaven and then finding it slipping away. I just need a little space right now. Let me have that. He let go of her hand and left.
And she was alone, injured and lying in a bed she didnt belong in. Outside the door, innumerable faeries waited on her every command, but the two people she most needed had both turned away from her.
Chapter 15
Seth didnt look at or respond to the faeries in the living room. He didnt honestly know if they spoke. Quinn stood and followed him to the door.
I cant deal with him right now.
Seth crossed the street into the park where they held their revelries. The grass was trampled down in a big circle, the whole of it pressed flat like those pictures of crop circles. Rowan-people milled through the darkness of the falling evening. Summer Girls sat in little groups talking among themselves or twirled like small dervishes around the park. A few of the cubs had a drum circle going. It wasnt entirely clear whether the vine-covered Summer Girls danced to the drumbeats or if the lion-maned faeries played to the dancers rhythm.
Here, in the Summer Courts park, the world of Faerie looked beautiful.
You dont need to follow me. Im perfectly safe in the park, Seth said without looking over his shoulder at Quinn.
Will you stay in the park?
Not forever. Seth sat on a bench that was made from a twist of vines. Some faery artisan had shaped the vines into a braid as they grew. Now, they were a flowering seat. It was one of the myriad amazing things he could see with the benefit of faery Sight.
See illusions. Or maybe see truths.He didnt know. At the edge of the park, a group of six ravens settled in an oak tree. The sight of them gave him pause, but Tracey, one of the gentlest of the Summer Girls, took Seths hands in hers. Dance?
She was already swaying with his hands in her grasp. She was reed thin, but she was still a faerywhich meant that she could pull him to her even if he resisted. Tendrils of vines snaked out to draw him closer.
Im not really in the mood, Trace. He tried to extricate his hands from hers.
Thats why you should. She smiled as she tugged him to his feet. It helps you be not sad.
I just need to think. He had enjoyed the few times hed spent empty hours dancing with the Summer Girls or listening to them talk. It was like the parties hed lost himself in.Before-Ash . Thats how life was divided:Before-Ash and With-Ash.
You can think on your feet too. She pulled him away from the bench, inside the ring, and once his feet touched that soil, he was lost.
He could see the stone sculptures and the fountain as she led him into the circle. He could see the knowing grins on the cubs faces as the tempo of the music changed. Seeing didnt change anything, though. He saw all sorts of things in his life, but he was powerless to remake them as he wanted them to be.
Vines entwined his waist as Tracey came closer to him; fleeting touches of her hands and hair made her seem all the more ethereal. There was nothing he could grasp and hold; nothing was solid.
You need to let me leave. He said the words although his feet were moving still. I need to go, Trace.
Why? Her wide-eyed expression seemed guileless, but he knew better. The Summer Girls werent as unaware as they appeared. Frivolous? Prone to random bursts of glee? Amorous? Definitely. But they also had agendas. Theyd lived centuries, waiting for their queen, watching their faery king struggle. You dont live that long under adverse circumstances without developing agendas of your ownor learning how to use peoples perceptions to support your illusions.
Traceyhe backed away from herIm upset.
She followed, twirling to him, and the music switched to a samba beat. Stay.
I need to
Stay. She reached up and tore away his charm, leaving him vulnerable to her glamour.
The chain slithered like a living thing as she dropped the stone into her top. He stared at the flower petals that were raining around them.
Stay with us. Its where you belong. Tracey tugged him into her arms.
Some brief awareness pressed on him: he needed that stone. This wasnt right, but the thought was no more lasting than the brush of butterfly wings. The world shifted. All he felt was joy. This was where he wanted to be. Somewhere inside he knew that he shouldnt stay here, but the Summer Girls had taken such pains to teach him to dance the ways they liked, and the cubs were playing so beautifully, and the earth was humming under his feet.
Yes. Lets dance, he said, but they already were.
Too soon, Tracey kissed his cheek and twirled away, and then Eliza was in his arms. Rumba? she asked.
The music switched, and his body moved in time with the beat that reverberated through the soil. He could barely pause long enough, but he did, pulling off his boots so his skin could feel the rhythm.
The moon was high overhead. A girl undulated in the fountain.
Not a girl. A faery. Like Ash.
Come dance with me, Seth, she beckoned.