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Ask him.
You told me not to.
Thats a problem.
Solution?
Maybe its not about the world.
What else could it be about?
Got eyes, BG, use them.
Got a mouth, DEG, use it.
He moved away, tossing bottles like a professional juggler. I watched his hands fly, trying to figure out how to get him to talk.
He knew things. I could smell it. He knew a lot of things.
Five shot glasses settled on the counter. He splashed them full and slid them five ways with enviable precision.
I glanced up into the mirror behind the bar that angled down and reflected the sleek black bar top. I saw myself. I saw the fear dorcha. I saw dozens of other patrons gathered at the counter. It wasnt a busy bar. This was one of the smaller, less popular sub-clubs. There was no sex or violence to be found here, only cobwebs and tarot cards.
The dreamy-eyed guy was absent in the reflection. I saw glasses and bottles sparkling as they flipped in the air but no one tossing them.
I glanced down at him, pouring high and flashy.
Back up. There was no reflection.
I tapped my empty shot glass on the counter. Another one clinked into it. I sipped this one, watching him, waiting for him to return.
He took his time.
Look conflicted, beautiful girl.
I dont see you in the mirror.
Maybe I dont see you, either.
I froze. Was that possible? Was I missing in the mirror?
He laughed. Just kidding. Youre there.
Not funny.
Not my mirror.
What does that mean?
Im not responsible for what it shows. Or doesnt.
Who are you?
Who are you?
I narrowed my eyes. Somehow I got the idea you were trying to help me. Guess I was wrong.
Help. Dangerous medicine.
How?
Hard to gauge the right dose. Especially if theres more than one doctor.
I sucked in a breath. The dreamy-eyed guys eyes were no longer dreamy. They were I stared. They were I caught my lower lip with my teeth and bit down. What was I looking at? What was happening to me?
He was no longer behind the counter but sitting on a bar stool beside me, to my left, noto my right. No, he was on the stool with me. There he wasbehind me, mouth pressed to my ear.
Too much falsely inflates. Too little underprepares. The finest surgeon has butterfly fingers. Airy. Delicate.
Like his fingers on my hair. The touch was mesmerizing. Am I the Unseelie King? I whispered.
Laughter as soft as moth wings filled my ears and muddied my mind, stirring silt from the dregs of my soul. No more than I. He was back behind the bar.The cantankerous one comes, he said, with a nod toward the stairs.
I looked to see Barrons descending. When I looked back, the dreamy-eyed guy was no more visible than his reflection.
I was coming, I said irritably. Fingers handcuffed around my wrist, Barrons dragged me toward the stairs.
What part of directly didnt you understand?
Same part of play well with others you never understand, O cantankerous one, I muttered.
He laughed, surprising me. I never know whats going to make him laugh. At the oddest moments, he seems to find humor in his own bad temper.
Id be a lot less cantankerous if you admitted you wanted to fuck me and we got down to it.
Lust ripped through me. Barrons said fuck and I was ready. Thats all it would take to put you in a good humor?
Itd go a long way.
Are we having a conversation, Barrons? Where you actually express feelings?
If you want to call a hard dick feelings, Ms. Lane.
A sudden commotion at the entrance to the club, two levels above us, caught his attention. He was taller than me and could see over the crowd. Youve got to be kidding me. His face hardened as he stared up at the balconied foyer.
What? Who? I said, bouncing on my tiptoes to try to see. Is it Vlane?
Why would it be He glared down at me. I stripped his name from your tongue. There hasnt been an opportunity for you to get it back again.
I told one of his court to go get him. Dont look at me like that. I want to know whats going on.
Whats going on, Ms. Lane, is that you found the Seelie Queen in the Unseelie prison. Whats going ongiven the condition shes inis that Vlanes obviously been lying about her whereabouts for months now, and that can mean only one thing.
That it was impossible for me to permit the court to know that the queen was missing, and has been missing for many human years, Vlane said tightly behind us, his voice hushed. They would have fallen apart. Without her reining them in, a dozen different factions would have assaulted your world. There has long been unrest in Faery. But this is hardly the place to discuss such matters.
Barrons and I turned as one.
Velvet told me you required my presence, MacKayla, Vlane continued, but he said your news was of the Book, not of our liege. He searched my face with a coolness I hadnt seen since Id first met him. I supposed my method of summoning him had offended. Fae are so prickly. Have you truly found her? Is she alive? In every spare moment, I have searched for her. It has prevented me from attending you as I wished.
You told me not to.
Thats a problem.
Solution?
Maybe its not about the world.
What else could it be about?
Got eyes, BG, use them.
Got a mouth, DEG, use it.
He moved away, tossing bottles like a professional juggler. I watched his hands fly, trying to figure out how to get him to talk.
He knew things. I could smell it. He knew a lot of things.
Five shot glasses settled on the counter. He splashed them full and slid them five ways with enviable precision.
I glanced up into the mirror behind the bar that angled down and reflected the sleek black bar top. I saw myself. I saw the fear dorcha. I saw dozens of other patrons gathered at the counter. It wasnt a busy bar. This was one of the smaller, less popular sub-clubs. There was no sex or violence to be found here, only cobwebs and tarot cards.
The dreamy-eyed guy was absent in the reflection. I saw glasses and bottles sparkling as they flipped in the air but no one tossing them.
I glanced down at him, pouring high and flashy.
Back up. There was no reflection.
I tapped my empty shot glass on the counter. Another one clinked into it. I sipped this one, watching him, waiting for him to return.
He took his time.
Look conflicted, beautiful girl.
I dont see you in the mirror.
Maybe I dont see you, either.
I froze. Was that possible? Was I missing in the mirror?
He laughed. Just kidding. Youre there.
Not funny.
Not my mirror.
What does that mean?
Im not responsible for what it shows. Or doesnt.
Who are you?
Who are you?
I narrowed my eyes. Somehow I got the idea you were trying to help me. Guess I was wrong.
Help. Dangerous medicine.
How?
Hard to gauge the right dose. Especially if theres more than one doctor.
I sucked in a breath. The dreamy-eyed guys eyes were no longer dreamy. They were I stared. They were I caught my lower lip with my teeth and bit down. What was I looking at? What was happening to me?
He was no longer behind the counter but sitting on a bar stool beside me, to my left, noto my right. No, he was on the stool with me. There he wasbehind me, mouth pressed to my ear.
Too much falsely inflates. Too little underprepares. The finest surgeon has butterfly fingers. Airy. Delicate.
Like his fingers on my hair. The touch was mesmerizing. Am I the Unseelie King? I whispered.
Laughter as soft as moth wings filled my ears and muddied my mind, stirring silt from the dregs of my soul. No more than I. He was back behind the bar.The cantankerous one comes, he said, with a nod toward the stairs.
I looked to see Barrons descending. When I looked back, the dreamy-eyed guy was no more visible than his reflection.
I was coming, I said irritably. Fingers handcuffed around my wrist, Barrons dragged me toward the stairs.
What part of directly didnt you understand?
Same part of play well with others you never understand, O cantankerous one, I muttered.
He laughed, surprising me. I never know whats going to make him laugh. At the oddest moments, he seems to find humor in his own bad temper.
Id be a lot less cantankerous if you admitted you wanted to fuck me and we got down to it.
Lust ripped through me. Barrons said fuck and I was ready. Thats all it would take to put you in a good humor?
Itd go a long way.
Are we having a conversation, Barrons? Where you actually express feelings?
If you want to call a hard dick feelings, Ms. Lane.
A sudden commotion at the entrance to the club, two levels above us, caught his attention. He was taller than me and could see over the crowd. Youve got to be kidding me. His face hardened as he stared up at the balconied foyer.
What? Who? I said, bouncing on my tiptoes to try to see. Is it Vlane?
Why would it be He glared down at me. I stripped his name from your tongue. There hasnt been an opportunity for you to get it back again.
I told one of his court to go get him. Dont look at me like that. I want to know whats going on.
Whats going on, Ms. Lane, is that you found the Seelie Queen in the Unseelie prison. Whats going ongiven the condition shes inis that Vlanes obviously been lying about her whereabouts for months now, and that can mean only one thing.
That it was impossible for me to permit the court to know that the queen was missing, and has been missing for many human years, Vlane said tightly behind us, his voice hushed. They would have fallen apart. Without her reining them in, a dozen different factions would have assaulted your world. There has long been unrest in Faery. But this is hardly the place to discuss such matters.
Barrons and I turned as one.
Velvet told me you required my presence, MacKayla, Vlane continued, but he said your news was of the Book, not of our liege. He searched my face with a coolness I hadnt seen since Id first met him. I supposed my method of summoning him had offended. Fae are so prickly. Have you truly found her? Is she alive? In every spare moment, I have searched for her. It has prevented me from attending you as I wished.
