Shadowfever
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I shake him off. Im fine. Just hungry. Im not. My body has shut down. Lets get out of here. I step into the Silver. I expect to meet resistance, because I always have in the past when entering a Silver, so I duck my head and push forward a little. The silvery surface is thick, gluey.
I explode out the other side into a headlong sprawl. I scramble to my feet and whirl on him, as he glides from the mirror with smooth grace. What did you do? Push me?
I did no such thing. Perhaps it is the Silvers way of saying good riddance to the stones, he mocks.
Id not considered the effect they might have. Tucked away in the rune-covered leather pouch in my backpack, Id forgotten them. My sidhe-senses dont seem to work in the Silvers. I dont feel their cold, dark fire in the pit of my brain.
He smirks. Or perhaps its saying good riddance to you, MacKayla. Give them to me. I will carry them through the next Silver and we will see what happens to you then.
The next Silver? Only then do I realize were not back in Dublin but in another white room which has ten mirrors hanging on the wall. Hes made it difficult for anyone to follow him. I wonder where the other nine go.
As if thats going to happen, I mutter. I adjust my backpack and dust myself off.
You do not wish to know. Are you human or are you stone? he goads. If I carry them, and the mirror expels you with such force again, well have our answer.
Im not a stone. Just tell me which mirror goes to Dublin.
Fourth from the left.
I push in, but warily this time, in no mood for another fall. This Silver is strange. It takes me into a long tunnel where I move through one brick wall after the next, as if he has stacked Tabhrs, like the one in Christians desert that was inside a cactus, only these are concealed in brick walls.
But where?
I catch a blurred glimpse of a street at night through the next Silver and am buffeted by a chilly breeze. Then Im blasted so hard across a cobbled alley into a brick wall that it stuns me. This one is solid and impenetrable.
Id know my city blindfolded. Were back in Dublin. I hug the wall, determined to stay standing. Ive been on my ass enough today.
I might be shaky on my feetbut at least Im on them when my sidhe-seer senses kick in with a vengeance, as if awakening after a long, resented sleep enforced by being in the Silvers. Alien energy slams into my brain: The city is teeming with Fae.
Objects of Power and Fae used to make me feel sick to my stomach, but continued exposure has changed me. Their presence no longer incapacitates me. Now I get a dark, intense adrenaline rush from them. Im shaky enough already from lack of food and sleep. I dont care where the Unseelie are, and Im not about to start looking for the Book. I close my eyes and concentrate on turning down my volume until it goes silent.
Then Darrocs arms are around me, pulling me to him, holding me up. For a moment, Iforget who I am, what I feel, what Ive lost, and know only that strong arms support me.
I smell Dublin.
Im in a mans arms.
He turns me around, drops his head to mine, holds me like hes sheltering me, and for a moment I pretend hes Barrons.
He presses his lips to my ear. You said we were friends, MacKayla, he murmurs, yet I see none of that in your eyes. If you give yourself to me, completely give yourself, I will not everhow did you say it?let you die on my watch. I know you are angry about your sister, but together we could change that or not, if you wish. You have attachments to your world, but could you not see a place for yourself in mine? You are even less like other humans than Alina. You do not belong here. You never did. You were meant for more. His melodious voice deepens seductively. Do you not feel it? Have you not always felt it? You are larger than others of your kind. Open your eyes. Take a good look around. Are these petty, breeding, warring humans worth fighting for? Dying for? Or would you dare to taste forever? Eternity. Absolute freedom. Walk among others that are also larger than a single mortal life.
His hands cup my head, cradle my face. His lips move against my ear. His breath is harsh, shallow, and fast, and I feel the hard press of him against my thigh. My own breath quickens.
I pretend again that he is Barrons and suddenly he feels like Barrons, and Im fighting to keep my head clear. Images flash through my mind, those long, incredible hours spent in a sex-drenched bed.
I smell Barrons on my skin, taste him on my lips. I remember. I will never forget. The memories are so vivid. I swear I could reach out and touch those crimson silk sheets.
He sprawls on the bed, a dark tattooed mountain of man, arms folded behind his head, watching me as I dance naked.
Manfred Mann plays an old Bruce Springsteen cover on my iPod: I came for you, for you, I came for you
He did. And I killed him.
I would give my right arm to be back there, for just one day. Live it again. Touch him again. Hear those sounds he makes. Smile at him. Be tender. Not be afraid to be tender. Life is so fragile, exquisite, and short. Why do I keep realizing that too late?
The brand on the back of my skull burns, but I cant tell if its Darrocs mark that scalds my scalp or Barrons brand that burns me because Darroc is touching it.
Abandon your vows to drag me down and destroy me, MacKayla, he whispers against my ear. Ah, yes, I see it in your eyes every time you look at me. I would have to be blind not to see it. I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years in the Court of Grand Illusion. You cannot deceive me. Decry your pointless quest for vengeance, which will only end up destroying you, not me. Let me raise you up, teach you to fly. I will give you everything. And you I will not lose. That is a mistake I will not make again. If you come to me knowing what I am, there need be no fear, no mistrust between us. Take my kiss, MacKayla. Accept my offer. Live with me. Forever.