Shadowfever
Page 85

I expected him to pounce on the sex-in-every-possible-position comment, but he only said, You fed me your
I pushed into the mirror, cutting him off. Like the first one, it resisted me, then grabbed me and squirted me out on the other side.
His voice preceded his arrival. You bloody fool, do you never stop to consider the consequences of your actions? He barreled out of the mirror behind me.
Of course I do, I said coolly. Theres always plenty of time to consider the consequences. After Ive screwed up.
Funny girl, arent you, Ms. Lane?
Sure am. Jericho. Its Mac. Im Mac. No more fake formality between us. Get with the program or get the hell out of here.
His dark eyes flared. Big talk. Ms. Lane. Try to enforce it. Challenge burned in his gaze.
I sauntered toward him. He watched me coldly and I was reminded of the other night, when Id pretended to be coming on to him, because I was angry. He thought I was doing it again. I wasnt. Being in the White Mansion with him was doing something strange to me. Unraveling all my inhibitions, as if these walls had no tolerance for lies, or within them there was no need.
Then he was staring past me. I dont believe it. Were in the White Mansion. You just casually lead me in here like youre running errands to the drugstore. Ive been looking for this bloody place forever.
I thought youd been everywhere. Hed never been here? Or did he not remember being here, long ago, in another incarnation?
He turned in a slow circle, absorbing the white marble floors, the high arched ceilings, the columns, the sparkling windows opening on a brilliant, frosted winters day. I knew where it was supposed to be, but the White Mansion shows itself only when and to whom it chooses. This is incredible. He walked to the window and stared out. Then he turned on me. Have you found the libraries?
What libraries? I was having a hard time looking at him, mesmerized by the glittering winter day beyond his shoulder. How many times had I sat in that snowy garden, surrounded by dazzling ice sculptures and frozen fountains, waiting for him?
Fire to his chill. Ice to her flame.
I loved this wing. As I stared out the window, the concubine was suddenly there, but she was faint around the edges, a little misty, a partially realized memory.
She sat on a stone bench, in a dress of blood-red and diamonds, through which I could see snow and iced branches. The light was strange, as if everything but her was painted in halftones.
I jerked. The fourth Unseelie Prince, the winged War/Cruce, had just appeared. He was also semi-transparent, a residue from a time long past. At his wrist glinted a wide silver cuff, and around his neck was an amulet, very different from the one Darroc had worn.
I watched with astonishment as the concubine rose and greeted him witha kiss on both marble-white cheeks. There was affection between them. Once, long ago, the beautiful woman in my dream hadnt been afraid of him. What had changed? The raven-winged prince carried a silver tray, upon which sat a single teacup and an exquisite black rose. She laughed up at him, but her eyes were sad.
Another of his potions to change me?
War/Cruce murmured something I couldnt catch.
She accepted the cup. Perhaps I do not want his salvation. But she drank deeply, until the cup was empty.
The king kept all his notes and journals on his experiments in the White Mansion, to prevent those in his Dark Court from stealing his knowledge. Barrons voice jarred me.
I blinked, and the memory was gone.
You sure do know a lot about the king. I was going to say more, but I suddenly felt as if a rubber band attached to my belly button had contracted, yanking me toward the other end. Id been too far away, gone too long.
Without another word, I turned and ran down the corridor, away from him. Gone was all desire to fight with him. I was being summoned. Every fiber in my being was drawn, the same way it was the last time I was here.
Where are you going? Slow down! he called behind me.
I couldnt have slowed if Id wanted to, and I didnt. Id come here for a reason, and that reason was where I was being pulled. The black floors of the Unseelie King were calling me. I wanted to be in that boudoir again. I wanted to see him this time, to see the kings face. Assuming he had one.
I passed over rose marble, skidded onto bronze floors, dashed through turquoise corridors, and flew through halls of yellow, until I felt the sultry warmth of the crimson wings. I could feel Barrons behind me. He could have caught me if hed wanted to. He was fast like Dani, like all his men. But he let me run, and he followed.
Why? Because he suspected the same things I did? Because he wanted it out in the open? My heart was pounding with fear and anticipation to have it finally over, to know what I was, what he was.
Barrons was suddenly beside me. I glanced over at him, and he gave me a look that was equal parts fury and lust. He was really going to have to get over that fury part. It was beginning to piss me off. I had just as much to be mad at him about.
I didnt have sex with Darroc. I was mad all over again, itching for physical contact. Not that I should have to explain myself to you. Its not like you ever explain yourself to me. But even if I did, even if I was the traitor youre determined to believe I am, hes dead, so according to the philosophy of Barrons, who cares? Here I am, with you again. Actions speak, right? You got the action you wanted. OOP detector back under control, tightly leashed. Lead me around by the collar, why dont you? Isnt that when youre happiest? Ruff-ruff, I mock-barked, seething.