Bloodfever
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Its spelled, Dani explained, watching me study it. It draws people like us. So does the ad in the paper. Shes been gathering us for a long time.
You think maybe youre telling me things she doesnt want me to know? Where did her loyalties lie? Wasnt she Rowenas creation?
Dani thought about that a minute and I had a sudden insight into her character. Like me, she didnt trust anyone. Not completely anyway. I wondered why.
Go to the back. The gamine redhead hopped on her bike. Im late for deliveries. See ya around, Mac.
Around back were dozens of green and white bicycles, four motorbikes, and ten delivery vans, all emblazoned with the same misshapen shamrock. If PHI was a cover, it was nevertheless a thriving business.
I walked up the rear steps of the building and knocked. A woman in her forties, with rimless glasses and a shiny cap of brown hair opened the door, ushered me inside, led me up two flights of stairs, to a room at the end of a hall, and left me at the door without saying a word. My sidhe-seer senses were getting a tingle. There was either a Fae or Fae OOPs through that doorand I doubted it was an actual Fae. Rowena probably kept Danis close sword at hand, perhaps other relics as well.
I pushed it open and stepped into a handsomely appointed study with hardwood floors, paneled walls, and a huge fireplace. Sunlight spilled through tall windows framed with velvet. Floor and table lamps lit every nook and cranny. I would find this was a common trait among sidhe-seers, turning on all the lights we can. We hate the dark.
The old woman was seated behind an antique desk, but she wasnt looking so old today. On the two prior occasions Id seen her, shed been drably dressed. Today she wore a turquoise suit with classic lines and a white blouse, and looked twenty years younger, closer to sixty-something than eighty-something. Her silvery hair was pulled back from her face in a single plait that circled her head like a crown. The creamy pearls that glowed at her ears, throat, and wrist were the same lustrous color as her hair. She looked elegant, in charge, and, although diminutive of build, full of piss and vinegar as my father would have said. I guessed the dreary, aged appearance she donned in public was deliberate and useful; people tend to grant unkempt seniors a special invisibility, as if by not noticing them they wont have to acknowledge the same creature in themselves clawing closer to the surface with each tick of the clock.
Glasses on a beaded chain rested on her chest. She raised them now, slipped them onto a finely pointed nose. They magnified the size, fierce color, and the fiercer intelligence of her sharp blue eyes. MacKayla. Do come in. Have a seat, she said briskly.
I gave her a curt nod and stepped into the room. I glanced around, wondering where the sword was. Something Fae wasin this room. Rowena.
Her eyes flickered and I knew she didnt appreciate the familiarity. Good. I meant to establish us as equals, not mentor and student. Shed lost the chance to mentor me when shed turned her back on me. We looked at each other in silence. It stretched. I wasnt about to speak. This was our first battle of the wills. It wouldnt be our last.
Sit, she said again, gesturing to a chair in front of the desk.
I didnt.
Och, for the love of Mary, get your spine down, lass, she barked. Were family here.
Really? I leaned back against the door and folded my arms. Because where I come from, family doesnt abandon their own in need, and youve done that to me twice. Why did you tell me to go die that night in the pub? You gather sidhe-seers. Why not me?
She tilted her head back and peered down her nose, assessing, measuring. It had been a difficult day. Id lost three of my own. And there you were, about to betray yourself, and the saints only knew how many of us, if you werent stopped.
It had to be obvious I had no idea what I was.
What was obvious was that you were fascinated by a Fae. I told you, I thought you were Pri-ya, one of their addicts. I had no way of knowing it was the first Fae youd ever seen, or that you were unaware of what you were. Those who are Pri-ya are beyond our help. By the time that kind of damage has been done, the will is demolished and the mind virtually gone. I will never sacrifice ten to save one.
Did I look like my mind was gone? I demanded.
Actually, yes, she said flatly. You did.
I thought back to that night, my first in Dublin. Id been heavily jet-lagged, overcome with grief, feeling bitterly alone, and Id just seen something that couldnt possibly have been there. Perhaps the expression on my face had been a bitstupefied, maybe even blank. StillWhat about the museum? You abandoned me there, too, I accused.
She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. You appeared to be in league with a Fae princeand again, Pri-ya. You were stripping for it. What did you expect me to think? It wasnt until I saw you threaten him with the spear that I began to understand differently. Speaking of which, I need to see that spear. She rose, skirted the desk with the agility of a much younger woman, and extended her hand.
I laughed. She was crazy if she thought I was handing my weapon over. Id sooner put it through her heart. I dont think so.
MacKayla, she said sternly, let me see that spear. We are your people. We are sisters in this war.
You think maybe youre telling me things she doesnt want me to know? Where did her loyalties lie? Wasnt she Rowenas creation?
Dani thought about that a minute and I had a sudden insight into her character. Like me, she didnt trust anyone. Not completely anyway. I wondered why.
Go to the back. The gamine redhead hopped on her bike. Im late for deliveries. See ya around, Mac.
Around back were dozens of green and white bicycles, four motorbikes, and ten delivery vans, all emblazoned with the same misshapen shamrock. If PHI was a cover, it was nevertheless a thriving business.
I walked up the rear steps of the building and knocked. A woman in her forties, with rimless glasses and a shiny cap of brown hair opened the door, ushered me inside, led me up two flights of stairs, to a room at the end of a hall, and left me at the door without saying a word. My sidhe-seer senses were getting a tingle. There was either a Fae or Fae OOPs through that doorand I doubted it was an actual Fae. Rowena probably kept Danis close sword at hand, perhaps other relics as well.
I pushed it open and stepped into a handsomely appointed study with hardwood floors, paneled walls, and a huge fireplace. Sunlight spilled through tall windows framed with velvet. Floor and table lamps lit every nook and cranny. I would find this was a common trait among sidhe-seers, turning on all the lights we can. We hate the dark.
The old woman was seated behind an antique desk, but she wasnt looking so old today. On the two prior occasions Id seen her, shed been drably dressed. Today she wore a turquoise suit with classic lines and a white blouse, and looked twenty years younger, closer to sixty-something than eighty-something. Her silvery hair was pulled back from her face in a single plait that circled her head like a crown. The creamy pearls that glowed at her ears, throat, and wrist were the same lustrous color as her hair. She looked elegant, in charge, and, although diminutive of build, full of piss and vinegar as my father would have said. I guessed the dreary, aged appearance she donned in public was deliberate and useful; people tend to grant unkempt seniors a special invisibility, as if by not noticing them they wont have to acknowledge the same creature in themselves clawing closer to the surface with each tick of the clock.
Glasses on a beaded chain rested on her chest. She raised them now, slipped them onto a finely pointed nose. They magnified the size, fierce color, and the fiercer intelligence of her sharp blue eyes. MacKayla. Do come in. Have a seat, she said briskly.
I gave her a curt nod and stepped into the room. I glanced around, wondering where the sword was. Something Fae wasin this room. Rowena.
Her eyes flickered and I knew she didnt appreciate the familiarity. Good. I meant to establish us as equals, not mentor and student. Shed lost the chance to mentor me when shed turned her back on me. We looked at each other in silence. It stretched. I wasnt about to speak. This was our first battle of the wills. It wouldnt be our last.
Sit, she said again, gesturing to a chair in front of the desk.
I didnt.
Och, for the love of Mary, get your spine down, lass, she barked. Were family here.
Really? I leaned back against the door and folded my arms. Because where I come from, family doesnt abandon their own in need, and youve done that to me twice. Why did you tell me to go die that night in the pub? You gather sidhe-seers. Why not me?
She tilted her head back and peered down her nose, assessing, measuring. It had been a difficult day. Id lost three of my own. And there you were, about to betray yourself, and the saints only knew how many of us, if you werent stopped.
It had to be obvious I had no idea what I was.
What was obvious was that you were fascinated by a Fae. I told you, I thought you were Pri-ya, one of their addicts. I had no way of knowing it was the first Fae youd ever seen, or that you were unaware of what you were. Those who are Pri-ya are beyond our help. By the time that kind of damage has been done, the will is demolished and the mind virtually gone. I will never sacrifice ten to save one.
Did I look like my mind was gone? I demanded.
Actually, yes, she said flatly. You did.
I thought back to that night, my first in Dublin. Id been heavily jet-lagged, overcome with grief, feeling bitterly alone, and Id just seen something that couldnt possibly have been there. Perhaps the expression on my face had been a bitstupefied, maybe even blank. StillWhat about the museum? You abandoned me there, too, I accused.
She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. You appeared to be in league with a Fae princeand again, Pri-ya. You were stripping for it. What did you expect me to think? It wasnt until I saw you threaten him with the spear that I began to understand differently. Speaking of which, I need to see that spear. She rose, skirted the desk with the agility of a much younger woman, and extended her hand.
I laughed. She was crazy if she thought I was handing my weapon over. Id sooner put it through her heart. I dont think so.
MacKayla, she said sternly, let me see that spear. We are your people. We are sisters in this war.
