Fragile Eternity
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The wordwill felt awkward, butwant was too open andcan was too limited. Semantics was one of the weird parts of dealing with centuries-old creatures. Aislinn hoped shed phrased it right this time.
The raven-faery brushed her hands on her pants and stood. Once, after chaos but beforeyou , I advised. I could make war games as a tableau for monarchs on the edge of war. I can show the what-ifs when we are near the precipice.
Aislinn stared, speechless for several moments. The ash in the air felt like it had coated her tongue, prohibiting speech. None of the other faeries saw Bananach. They werent reacting at allto Bananach or to the fire that had grown immense in their park.
Bananach sauntered through the center of the pyre; flames brushed against her like the hands of grateful supplicants. You see my what-if dreams. We draw nearer the war, little ash-queen. You made that happen.
The flames surged toward Bananach, following in her wake, singeing her feathers. You give me hope, so I give you fair warning. You and I are in balance now. Follow your path, and I will owe you. Ive missed my discord.
As Bananach paused in front of Aislinn, the caustic scent of burned flesh and feathers mingled with the soothing scent of burning wood. It was a disturbing combinationalmost as disturbing as the chaos that suddenly spread throughout the Summer Court faeries as whatever illusion the war-faery had woven drifted away in the smoke.
They all saw Bananach then, saw War standing face-to-face with their queen. Guards rushed to Aislinns side. Summer Girls clustered together. Aobheall beckoned them to her fountain.
Bananach cackled, but she didnt flinch.
She wouldnt.
The war faery leaned close to Aislinn and whispered her words against Aislinns cheek. Shall I break them? Snap the bark people. Make kindling for your pyre, ash-girl?
No.
Shame. Bananach sighed. You give me a gift, a war on our horizonand we will need fodder for the bloodbath to comestill
In a blur of feather and limbs, she kicked and punched and stabbed several guards. She stopped then, as suddenly as shed begun to move. Most of the guards were coming to their feet; some were battered but still standing. One wasnt moving.
Bananach looked at the sky. It grows late, and I have others to see. My king will expect me to come soon.
And with that, the war faery left them in the park reeling in disorder and panic.
Keenan. Niall. Donia. Where was she going?War. Aislinn didnt want war. The idea terrified her.Too many reminders of death and what I have to lose. She thought of Grams and Seth and her mortal friends. Grams was under constant watch; so too was Seth. Shed lose them eventually. Mortals diedbut not now, not soon. Shed barely begun to discover the beauty that the earth could offer now that the long years of endless winter were past. This was her world. It was a world that should teem with life and possibilities, even if those possibilities were sometimes finite.
She was in love; she was loved; and she was part of something incredible. Many mortals and faeries were. All of that would be destroyed if there was a war. With no worry over the consequences of angering other courts, with no restraints, with rulers and guards too busy to respond to small indiscretionsaside from the reclusive High Court, the mortal and faery worlds would be dealing with twoor possibly threeFaerie courts in opposition, as well as solitaries whod no doubt take advantage of the chaos. Aislinn felt sick thinking of itand desperate to talk to Seth.
She needed to hear his voice; she needed to hear him tell her he forgave her. Theyd had a lot against them, but they could work past it. They had so far. He was the cord that kept her together. His faith gave her strength when she thought she couldnt bear up under a challenge; that was the core of what made him irreplaceable. The passion and the romance were incredible, but the center of it was that he made her want to be a better person. He made her believe she could do the impossible. Shecould , with him in her life. Theyd only been officially together a few months, but she knew he was the only one shed ever love like this. He was it, her forever.
She called him againand still had no answer. She left another voice mail, Call me. Please? I love you.
With a glance around the park, she found the rowans on duty, saw them collecting their faeries and steering them toward the loft. They were efficient even in their injured state.
She called Keenan and said, I met Bananach. We are mostly uninjured, but I need you to come home. Now.
Chapter 18
With effort, Seth ignored both Aislinns and Nialls calls all day. Niall had stopped in. Theyd shared a tense cup of tea that ended when Seth asked, Where does Sorcha live?
Niall set down his cup. Shes unreachable to mortals. Hidden.
Right, Ive heard that.Where ? Seth kept his voice fairly steady, but he knew that his irritation was obvious to Niall. Just take me to her.
No.
Niall
No. The Dark King shook his head, stood, and left.
Seth stared at the door in irritation. Aislinn wouldnt help if she knew; Keenan wouldnt help. Niall wouldnt even discuss it. That left Donia or research.
He flicked open his cell and pressed number six. One of the Scrimshaw Sisters answered the Winter Queens phone. Mortal?
Seth shivered at the husk-dry voice. Can I speak to Donia? he asked.
Not tonight.
He closed his eyes. When?
Shes busy. Ill take your message.
Ask her to call me? He began collecting his folklore booksincluding volumes hed acquired from Donia and Niall. Whenever she can?
The message will be conveyed, the Scrimshaw Sister rasped. Good-bye, mortal.