Shadowfever
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No matter how I looked at it, the card implied way too much responsibility. The prophecy had made it clear that my involvement wasnt much at all. I tucked it between the pages of the book on my bed stand, got into bed, and pulled the covers over my head.
Once again, I dreamed of the sad, beautiful woman and, once again, I had the oddest sense of duality, seeing from her eyes and mine, feeling her sorrow and my confusion. Come, you must hurry, you must know.
Urgency gripped me.
Only you can. No other way in Her words echoed off the cliffs, growing fainter with each rebound. Trying to for so long so hard
Then an Unseelie Prince was there beside her (us).
But he was not one of the three I knew, one of the three that had raped me. It was the fourth. The one Id never seen.
In that strange way of knowing things in dreams, I knew it was War.
Run, hide! she screamed.
I couldnt. My feet were rooted to the ground, my eyes locked on him. He was far more beautiful than the other Unseelie Princes and far more terrifying. Like the others, he looked into me, not at me, and his gaze felt like razors slicing through my most private hopes and fears. I knew that Wars specialty was not merely to turn opposing factions, races, or populations upon one another but to find sides within a person and turn them upon themselves.
Here was the ultimate trickster, the destroyer.
And I understood that Death wasnt the one to be feared. War was the one that laid waste to lives. Death was just the cleanup guy, the janitor, the final act.
Though the same black torque writhed around Wars neck, it was threaded with silver. Though kaleidoscopic colors rushed beneath his skin, a nimbus of gold surrounded him, and, at his back, I glimpsed the flash of black feathers. War was winged.
You are too late, he said.
24
I was jarred awake the next morning by an unaccustomed noise and sat up, looking around. Twice more I heard the sound before I figured out what it was. Someone was throwing a rock against my window.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched. Coming, I groused, and tossed back the covers. I figured it was Dani. Since cell phone service still wasnt back up and the store had no doorbell, it was the only way she could get my attention, short of breaking in.
I pushed aside the drape and glanced out into the alley.
Vlane reclined on the hood of Barrons Viper, leaning back against the windshield. Though supposedly the car wasnt mine (wed see about that), I instantly assessed Vlane for rivets or any other abrasive elements that might mar the paint job. I love sports cars. All that muscle just does it for me. I decided it was a safe bet the soft white towel knotted loosely at his waist wasnt going to scratch anything. His perfect body was dusted gold, and his eyes were sunshinesparkling on diamonds.
I pushed the window up. Chilly air wafted in. The temperature had dropped, low-hanging clouds had moved in. It was once again cold and gloomy in Dublin.
He lifted a cup of Starbucks. Good morning, MacKayla. I brought you coffee.
I eyed it with equal parts suspicion and longing. You found an open Starbucks?
I sifted to a store in New York. I ground the beans and made it myself. I even how do you say? Frothed the milk. He held up some packets. Splenda or raw sugar?
My mouth watered. Raw sugar and caffeine in the morning. Only sex could make it better.
Is Barrons around? he said.
I shook my head.
Where is he?
Busy for the day, I lied.
Anything pressing on your agenda?
I narrowed my eyes. Vlane wasnt talking like he normally did. Usually he spoke with great formality. Today he sounded almost human. I eyed the towel, trying to decide if there might be a Book beneath it. It was possible. Could you swap that towel for something like, well, skintight shorts?
He was suddenly nude.
Definitely no Book. Put your towel back on, I said hastily. Why are you talking funny?
Am I? I endeavor to learn from humanity, MacKayla. I thought you would find me more appealing. How am I doing? No, wait. I am appropriating human contractions. Howm I doing?
He was still nude. Towel. Now. And you contracted the wrong words. I am becomes Im. How am does not become howm. But, really, its okay. Contractions dont sound right coming out of your mouth anyway.
He flashed me a dazzling smile. You like me as the prince I am. That is promising. I came to take you for a day at the beach. Tropical surf and sandbars. Coconuts and palm trees. Sand and sun. Come. He offered a hand. It wasnt the only part of him extended in my direction.
Im surrounded by intensely sexual men at every turn. Towel, I demanded. I bit my lower lip. I shouldnt. I had no right. I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I even had the tarot card to prove it.
I do not know why you do not enjoy seeing me nude. I enjoy seeing you nude.
Do you want me to go to the beach with you or not?
His iridescent eyes were brilliant. You have accepted my invitation. I see it in your eyes. They have taken on a languorous sheen. I find it arousing.
But not to a beach in Faery, I said. No illusion. Can you sift us to somewhere like Rio, in the human world, where only human hours will pass?