Shadowfever
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Good.
If there was any way he might rise, he never will now. The princes scattered his ashes to a hundred dimensions. His gaze is piercing now.
I should have thought of that myself. Thank you for finishing it so well. My mind is on the new world I plan to create. Ive said good-bye to this one.
Copper eyes narrow, glittering with scorn. You didnt kill Barrons. What happened? What are you playing at?
He betrayed me, I lie.
How?
Its none of your business. I had my reasons. I watch him watch me. He wonders if the rape of the Unseelie Princes and my time in the Hall of All Days has unhinged me. He wonders if Im unbalanced enough to have gone crazy and actually killed Barrons for pissing me off. When he glances down at the runes again, I know he thinks I have enough juice to have pulled it off.
Step out of the circle. I have your parents and will kill them if you dont obey me.
I dont care. I scoff.
He stares. He heard the truth in my words.
I dont care. An essential part of me is dead. I dont mourn it. This is no longer my world. What happens here doesnt matter. In this reality, Im already on borrowed time. I will rebuild a new one or die trying.
Im free, Darroc. Im really, truly free. I shrug my shoulders, toss my head, and laugh.
He sucks in a sharp breath when I say his name and laugh, and I know that Ive reminded him of my sister. Did she say those words to him once? Does he hear joy in my laughter, as he once heard in hers?
He stalks a tight circle around me, eyes narrowed. What changed? In the days since I abducted your parents and today, what happened to you?
What happened to me started happening a long time ago. You should have kept Alina alive. I hated you for that.
And now?
I look him up and down. Now is different. Things are different. We are different.
His eyes search mine, left to right and back again, rapidly. What are you saying?
I see no reason we cannot be friends.
He tries the word. Friends?
I nod.
He contemplates the possibility that I am sincere. A human would never entertain the notion. Fae are different. No matter how much time they spend among us, they just cant nail the subtleties of human emotion. Its that difference Im counting on. When I left Barrons, all I wanted was to lay in wait for Darroc, use my runes and my newfound dark glassy friend to kill him the moment he appeared.
I exorcised it swiftly.
This ex-Fae turned human knows more about both the Seelie and Unseelie courts, and the Book that I am determined to possess, than anyone. When hehas told me everything he knows, Ill relish killing him. Id considered allying myself with Vlaneand when Im done taking everything I need from Darroc, I still may. After all, Ill need the fourth stone. But Vlane doesnt seem to have any real knowledge about the Book, aside from a few old legends.
Its a better bet that the Unseelie know more about the Dark Book than the Seelie Queens right hand. Maybe even where to find the prophecy. Like Barrons, Darroc has actually seen pages of the arcane tome. I was forced to concede that hunting the Sinsar Dubh was an exercise in futility until I discovered how to control it. But Darroc has never stopped his search. Why? What does he know that I dont?
The sooner I pry his secrets from him, the sooner I learn to contain and use the Sinsar Dubh, the sooner I can stop living in this agonizing reality that I will have no hesitation about destroying to replace with my world. The right one. Where everything ends happily ever after.
Friends work toward common goals, he says.
Like hunting books, I agree.
Friends trust each other. They dont barricade each other out. He looks at my feet.
The runes came from within me. I am my circle. He doesnt know this. I kick them aside. I wonder if he has forgotten my spear. As heavily laced with Unseelie as he is, a single prick would sentence him to the same slow, gruesome death that Malluc suffered.
When I step out, he slowly looks me up and down.
I see the thoughts that flash through his eyes as they travel over my body: kill her/fuck her/assault and bind her/explore her uses? It takes a lot to make a man kill a beautiful woman he has not yet slept with. Especially if he enjoyed her sister.
Friends dont try to coerce each other, I say with a pointed look at the amulet.
He inclines his head and slips it back inside his shirt.
I offer my hand with a smile. Barrons taught me well. Keep your friends close
Darroc takes it, leans down to place a light kiss upon my lips. The tension between us is a palpable thing. One sudden move from either of us and well be all over each other, trying to kill each other, and we know it. He keeps his body pliant. I infuse my limbs with languor. We are two scorpions with coiled tails, trying to mate. It is no more than I deserve, the punishment of letting him touch me like this. I sentenced Barrons to death.
I part my lips beneath his, but demurely, teeth standing guard. I exhale a soft whisper of a breath into his mouth. He likes it.
and your enemies closer.
Behind us, the Unseelie Princes begin to chime softly like dark crystal. I remember that sound. I know what it precedes. I tighten my hand on his. Never them. Never again.