Shadowfever
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I felt hatred emanating from beneath that cloak, malevolent and dark, and was glad to see black floors ahead.
I felt like we were prison guards, taking the long, slow, hellish walk to the electric chair. The convict between us would have done anything to escape her sentence, but fate had left her no choice but to crave oblivion.
How? she whispered, as we entered the black tunnel.
I looked at Barrons and he looked at me. Once wed stepped onto the black floors, Id begun to feel the sexual tension this part of the castle inevitably stirred. One glance at his face confirmed he was feeling it, too.
I was horrified to realize that Fiona must be feeling it, too.
Barrons replied tightly, There is a Silver that divides the chamber of the Unseelie King and the concubines. Only those two can step through it. All others die instantly.
Even you?
So she knew he could die. And come back.
Yes.
There was that awful wet sound, laughter but not. She knows now.
Barrons gave me a look that clearly said, Shut her up or Ill end it now.
Yes. I know all of it, Fiona, I lied.
She moved forward, silent once again.
* * *
Christian was asleep in the Unseelie Kings big bed, long black hair a silken fan across a pillow.
If Fiona hadnt been skinned and in so much pain, I would have pushed her across the white half of the boudoir into the mirror to get it over with, but I couldnt bring myself to touch her.
Who theWhat the fuck? Barrons stalked across snowy furs, through diamond-studded air, to the enormous Silver, staring at the male in the bed.
I glanced at the fireplace, expecting to see the concubine, trying to figure out how I would explain things to Barrons if the queens memory residue was stretched out there, but the furs were empty, the fire banked to low white embers.
His voice startled Christian awake; the young Scot rolled over and sprang to his feet.
Silk sheets dripped from his body, leaving him nude and visibly aroused. For a moment I thought hed gotten rid of the tattoos, but they appeared, moving up his legs, his groin, and his abdomen, then around the side of his chest, before vanishing again.
I joined Barrons at the edge of the mirror, trying not to stare, but gorgeous naked men are gorgeous naked men.
I wondered if memories of the king and queens lovemaking had been affecting him the way theyd got to me. His eyes glittered with lazy sensuality, and I could too well imagine the bent of his dreams. He might be difficult to pry out of the chamber when the time came.
He stood on the dark side of the boudoir and looked at me. I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and Ill show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.
Who the bloody hell is that? Barronsdemanded.
Christian MacKeltar.
Thats not Christian MacKeltar! Barrons exploded. Thats Unseelie royalty!
Ah, fuck me. Christian ran his hands through his long, dark hair, muscles rippling in his shoulders. Is that really what I look like, Mac?
I almost said, I dont know, I cant stop looking at your
Fiona pushed me.
The bitch actually shoved me from behind.
I was so flabbergasted, I didnt even gasp. I was speechless. Id come here on a mission of mercy and shed tried to kill me again!
Shed concluded from what Barrons had told her that I would die if I touched the Silver, too, and her final act had been to try to take me with her.
She pushed me hard enough that I shot straight through the unresisting Silver and crashed squarely into Christian, knocking him backward onto the bed. We got tangled up in each other, trying to get out.
Behind me, Barrons roared.
On top of me, Christian made a raw, horny sound and ground himself against me.
I sucked air between my teeth. Every instinct in my body wanted to have sex, here, now, with anyone. This place was dangerous. Christian, its the chamber. It makes sex
I know, lass. Been here awhile. He raised one of his arms that was pinning me to the bed. Get out from under me. Move your ass! he gritted.
When I didnt react instantly, he snarled, Now! I wont be able to say it again!
I looked at him. His eyes were out of focus, fixed on some point inside me, like a Fae prince. I shot out from beneath him and scrambled from the bed.
He crouched there a moment on his hands and knees, balls heavy, erection huge and flat to his stomach, then he lunged to his feet, trying to cover himself, his hand a hopelessly inadequate shield. He tried to yank a sheet from the bed, but the black silk was king-sized, for acres of bed. Cursing, he began digging among pillows and furs, looking for his clothes, while I tried not to watch and failed miserably.
Mac! Barrons thundered.
My heart was pounding. I wanted Barrons, not Christian, but the man I wanted was on the other side of the mirror, and this damned half-white, half-black boudoir was Ecstasy on steroids with a shot of adrenaline, and it made things so dreamy and confused
It was the awful sound of Fionas laughter that broke the spell.
I turned to see her standing right next to the mirror, looking up at Barrons, her hood down.
She spoke the longest sentence shed said tonight.
How does it feel to want someone more than they want you, Jericho? Her voice dripped venom. If she went through that mirror, she belongs to the king. I hope wanting her eats you alive. I hope he takes her from you. I hope you suffer for all eternity!