Shadowfever
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Would it never end? Would I eternally be a pawn on their chessboard? Would I just keep getting reborn, or forced to drink from the cauldron, or whatever had happened to me to screw up my memories, and used over and over again?
I turned away, bile rising.
Whats important now is that we get her out of here. I cant go back the way I came. The Silver that dumped me was two stories up, in the side of a cliff. I was stunned by the fall and cant find the bloody thing again. Whered you come in, lass?
I dragged my gaze from the coffin to him. How to get him out of here was an entirely new problem I hadnt even thought about. Well, you certainly cant go out the way I came in, I muttered.
Why the bloody hell not?
I wondered how much hed learned about Fae lore in this place. Maybe my sources were wrong and Barrons had died from some other coincidental cause, not because of the mirror at all. Maybe Christian would hear my answer, laugh at me, and tell me my version was a bunch of baloney, that lots of people and Fae could use that mirror, or that Cruces curse had messed it up. Because I came in through the Silver in the kings bedchamber.
He was silent a moment. Not funny, lass.
I didnt say anything, just looked at him.
Not possible, either, he said flatly.
I pushed my hands into my pockets and waited for him to deal with it.
That legend is famous on every world I visited. There are only two who can pass through the kings Silver, he said.
Maybe Cruces curse changed it.
The kings Silver was the first he ever made and of a completely different composition. It was unaffected. It continued to be used as a method of execution long after Cruces time.
Damn. Id really been hoping he wouldnt say that. I turned my back on him and moved to the side of the coffin. The queen of the Fae would make me scream. I wondered why. I was sick of wondering. It was time for truth.
Behind me, Christian was still talking. And, duhyoure neither of those.
Doona be duh-ing me, laddie, I mocked something hed said to me once, taking a stab at humor before my life got totally wrecked by whatever I was about to discover.
I pressed my hands to the runes at ten and two. Something clicked. There was a soft hiss of air as the lid raised beneath my hands. I could feel the spring in it. All I had to do now was push it aside.
Only the Unseelie King and his concubine can use that mirror. Christian was still talking.
I slid the lid away and looked down.
I was silent for a long moment, absorbing it.
Then I screamed.
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To my credit, I didnt scream for long.
But the short burst in their hellish language was enough to disturb precariously packed snow and ice. My chiming scream echoed off sheer cliffs. Unlikean echo, however, it grew louder with each rebound and I heard a rumble that could presage only one thing: an avalanche.
My head whipped around. Grab her!
Christian shook his head, cursing. Christ, you open your bag of stones. You feed me Unseelie. You scream. Youre a walking
Just grab her and run! Now!
He raced to the coffin, then stood, hesitating.
Whats wrong with you? Pick her up!
Shes the queen of the Fae. Awe tinged his voice. Its forbidden to touch the queen.
Fine, then stay here with her and get buried alive, I snapped.
He scooped her up.
She was so frail, so wasted by whatever wastes fairies, that I could have carried her myself, but I had no desire to touch her. Ever. Which was really kind of funny in a dark and disturbing way, if I thought about it. So I didnt.
Ice cracked and rumbled high above, showering crystals across the dais.
We needed no further encouragement. We slipped and slid down the frozen ridge and fled the way Id come, heading for the narrow fissure between cliffs. It was going to be a close race and a tight squeeze with Christians shoulders and with an avalanche chasing us.
Whyd you scream, anyway? he shouted at me over the rumbling.
She startled me, is all, I shouted back.
Bloody great. Next time put a sock in it, would you?
Neither of us said anything then, focused on trying to outrun being buried alive. I bounced between the walls of the cliffs like a Ping-Pong ball. Twice I lost my footing and went down. Christian went flying over the top of me but somehow managed to hang on to the frail queen. The avalanche chased us, growling like dark thunder, crashing from ravine to canyon, spraying the deep fissure with snow.
We finally cleared the claustrophobic path through the cliffs, slid on our asses down a steep hill, then raced across the canyon for the towering fortress of black ice.
The Unseelie Kings castle! Christian marveled as we dashed through the towering doors. He looked up, down, and around. I grew up on tales of this place, but I never imagined Id see it. I thought the closest Id get to one of the legendary Tuatha D was standing next to a portrait. And here I am, holding the Seelie Queen, in the Unseelie Kings fortress. He gave a bitter laugh. And turning into one of them.
I murmured the same soft command that had opened the tall doors and heaved a sigh of relief when they slid silently closed on the thundering rush of snow beyond. Would the avalanche Id started reach the castle? Pile up outside the doors, sealing us in here more securely than any bolt? I waited for Christian to demand to know how Id shut them, but he was so engrossed in his surroundings, hed not even noticed.