Shadowfever
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I listen, analyzing everything he tells me, looking for chinks in his armor. I know Fae have feelings such as arrogance, superiority, mockery, and condescension. Listening to him, I add pride, vengeance, impatience, gloating, and amusement to the list.
Weve been making small talk for some time, watching each other intently. Ive told him about growing up in Ashford, my first impressions of Dublin, my love of fast cars. He has told me more about his fall from grace, what he did, why he did it. We compete to disarm each other with trivial confidences that betray nothing of importance.
As we cross the valley, I say, Why go to the Unseelie prison? Why not the Seelie court?
And give Aoibheal the opportunity to finish me off for good? The next time I see the bitch, she dies.
Was that why hed taken my spearto kill the queen? Hed lifted it without my awareness, just like Vlane had. How? He wasnt Fae anymore. Had he eaten so much Unseelie that he was now a mutant with unpredictable abilities? I recall being in the church, sandwiched between Unseelie Princes, turning the spear on myself, throwing it, striking the pedestal of a basin, holy water splashing, steam hissing. How had he made me throw it away then? How had he taken it from me now?
Is the queen at the Seelie court right now? I cast my net again.
How would I know? I have been banished. Assuming I found a way in, the first Seelie that saw me would kill me.
Dont you have allies at the Seelie court? Isnt Vlane your friend?
He snorts disdainfully. We sat on her High Council together. Though he gives lip service to Fae supremacy and speaks of walking the earth freely again without the odious Compact governing usus, as if humans could govern their gods!when it comes to action, Vlane is Aoibheals lapdog and always has been. I am now human, according to my fairer brethren, and they despise me.
I thought you said they worshipped you as a hero for tearing the walls down and freeing them.
His eyes narrow. I said they will. Soon, I will be heralded as the savior of our race.
So you went to the Unseelie prison. That was risky. I prod to keep him talking. As long as hes talking, I can focus on his words, on my goals. Silence isnt golden, its deadly. Its a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.
I needed the Hunters. As a Fae, I could summon them. As a mortal, I had to physically seek them.
Im surprised they didnt kill you on sight. Hunters hate humans. The black-skinned, winged demons have no love for anything but themselves.
Death is not a Hunters delight. Too final.
A memory flickers through his eyes, and I know that when he found them, they did things to him that made himscream for a long time.
They agreed to help me in exchange for permanent freedom. They taught me to eat Unseelie. After tracking weaknesses in the prison walls, where Unseelie had escaped before, I patched them.
To make yourself the only game in town.
He nods. If my dark brethren were going to be freed, they would be thanking me for it. I discovered how to link Silvers and created a passage to Dublin through the White Mansion.
Why here?
Of all the dimensions I explored, this one remains the most stable, aside from a few inconveniences. It seems Cruces curse had little effect on this realm, other than to splinter dimensions that are easily avoided.
I call them IFPs but I do not tell him this. It made Barrons smile. Little made Barrons smile.
I think Im under control, that Ive stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. Im wrong. The thought of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts.
Barrons naked.
Dancing.
Dark head thrown back.
Laughing.
The image doesnt gently swim up in my mind in a dreamy sort of way, like Ive seen in movies. No, this one slams into my head like a nuclear missile, exploding in my brain in graphic detail. I suffocate in a mushroom cloud of pain.
I cant breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut.
White teeth flashing in his dark face: I get knocked down but I get up again. Youre never gonna keep me down.
I stagger.
But he didnt get up, the bastard. He stayed down.
With my spear in his back. How am I supposed to find my way each day without him here to help me? I dont know what to do, how to make decisions.
I cant survive this grief! I stumble and go down on one knee. I clutch my head.
Darroc is at my side, helping me stand. His arms are around me.
I open my eyes.
He is so close that I see gold speckles in his coppery eyes. Wrinkles crease the corners. Faint lines bracket his mouth. Has he laughed so often in his time as a mortal? My hands curl into fists.
His hands are gentle on my face when he pushes my hair back. What happened?
Neither image nor pain is gone from my brain. I cannot function in this state. In moments, I will be on my knees, screaming with grief and fury, and my mission will go straight to hell. Darroc will see my weakness and kill me, or worse. Somehow I have to survive. I have no idea how long it will take me to find the Book and learn how to use it. I wet my lips. Kiss me, I say. Hard.
His mouth tightens. I am not a fool, MacKayla.
Just do it, I snarl.
I watch him weigh the idea. Two scorpions. He is skeptical. He is fascinated.