Shadowfever
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His lips move from my ear; he brushes kisses across my cheek. But he stops and waits for me to turn my head that last inch. To choose.
I turn to vomit hatred all over him. He claims feelings for my sister and tries to seduce me, too! Can what he felt for Alina be so easily betrayed? I hate him for seducing her. I hate him for not being faithful to her memory.
Neither of those emotions is anything Barrons would have called useful. I have a memory to live up to. Two ghosts to bring back to life.
I focus on the here and now. What can be used. What cant.
Beyond his shoulder, I see where we are. If I felt anything anymore, Id double over, fist in my stomach.
Clever, clever ex-Fae. The bastard.
Were in the alley, catty-corner to Barrons Books and Baubles. He hid a Silver in the brick wall of the first building in the Dark Zone across from my bookstore.
It was right out back, all this time. In my backyard. He was always watching me. Us.
When I was last here, even though I knew I was leaving to walk straight into a trap, there was buoyancy in my step. Barrons had just told me that when I came out, with Darroc dead and my parents alive, he was going to give me BB&B, deed and all.
Id had no doubt that I was going to get that deed. I was so cocky, so sure of myself.
Darroc watches me carefully.
The games here are treacherously deep. Always were. I just never saw things as clearly as I do now.
He has called me on my hatred of him and done something probably only a being that had been Fae for a small eternity could dohe has accepted it and offered a full pardon. He has proposed far more than a mere business arrangement and waits for my response. I understand his game. He has studied my race with his coldly analytical Fae mind and knows us well.
By agreeing to be intimate with him, I expose myself on two levels: physically I get close enough to him that he could harm me, and emotionally I run the risk that every woman runs when shes intimate with a manwhere the body goes, a tiny piece of the heart tries to follow.
Fortunately for me, I have no heart left. Im safe on that score. And Ive grown damned tough to injure.
My ghosts whisper to each other across me, but I cant hear them. Theres only one way Ill ever be able to hear them again.
I turn my head for Darrocs kiss.
As his lips close over mine, the duality inside me threatens to tear me in half, and if it succeeds, I will lose my best chance at accomplishing my mission.
I hurt.
I need punishment for my sins.
I bury my hands in his hair and channel all those feelings into passion, pour them into my touch, kiss him hard, violently, with explosive feeling. I turn us both around and slam him up against the wall, kissing him like hes all that ever existed, kissing him with a full measure of humanity. Its a thing a Faecan never feel, no matter the form they wearhumanity. Its why they crave us in bed.
He staggers for a moment, draws back, and stares down at me.
My eyes are wild. I feel something inside me that terrifies me, and I just hope I can hang on to the edge of this cliff Im on. I make a sound of impatience, wet my lips, and shove at him. More, I demand.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
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It took me a bloody fucking month to get back.
I died three times.
It was worse than the 1800s when I had to book passage on a steamer to cross the bloody ocean.
Fragments of Fae reality everywhere, took down every plane I took up.
I consider the possibility that, by the time I return, he will have caught her, cut my brand off her skull, and made her impossible to track.
Then I begin to feel her.
She is alive. She still wears my mark.
But what I sense is incongruent with her situation. I expect grief. The woman killed me and, in humans, familiarity breeds a certain emotional bond.
But lust? On the heels of murdering me, who does she lust for?
I entertain myself with thoughts of searing my brand from her skull.
When I finally arrive at the bookstore, what do I see in the alley behind it?
The woman that summoned me to save her, then stabbed me in the back at the first opportunity, isnt lost in the Silvers, in need of saving.
Shes standing in my alley, kissing the bastard that had her raped and turned her Pri-ya.
No, let us be perfectly precise: Shes grinding herself against him and shoving her tongue halfway down his throat.
My monster rattles its cage.
Violently.
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Mac! Hey, Mac! Dintcha hear me? I said, What the blimey feck you doing?
I stiffen. Im drifting in a dark place where I feel nothing, because if I did, Id kill myself. No right, no wrong. Just distraction. Ignore her, Darroc growls against my mouth.
Mac, its me! Dani. Hey, who the feck you kissing?
I feel her zinging from side to side behind me, stirring my hair with the breeze she creates, trying to see who Ive got up against the wall.
Shes seen him twice before and would recognize him. The last thing I need is her carrying news back to the abbey: Macs teamed up with the Lord Master, just like her sister! Just like Ro said! Feckin traitormust run in the feckin blood!
Rowena would exploit it ruthlessly, send every sidhe-seer she has to get in my way and try to take me down. The narrow-minded bitch would put more effort into hunting me than shed ever spent hunting Fae.
A sudden gust ruffles my shirt, and my hair flies straight up in the air.