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Bloody fucking noxious, he says from much nearer than hes been in a while.
How can you say that?
Because it is.
Crimson strands puff from the bottle and swirl above it. After a moment they begin to dart toward each other, circle around and dart back, slender red strands knitting themselves into a smoky shape.
Dude, it smells like heaven! Theres something wrong with your nose. Maybe you only like Unseelie smells now. I cant wait to see what awesome thing comes out of this!
It smells, he says from directly above me, like rotting intestines. What did you open? A book? He drops down beside me, carrying a stack of books beneath his arm. Im glad to see he found something. A bottle? Christ, lass, you cant be randomly unplugging bottles in this place! Give me that. Lets see what youve done.
The hint of a face is forming in the crimson smoke; delicate, pointy chin, enormous eyes slanted up at the corners. I try to turn my head to look at Christian but my head isnt taking orders. Its stuck, still staring at the materializing face. I cant force myself to look away no matter how hard I try. Its got me mesmerized. Ive never seen a face so beautiful, smelled a smell so good. I want to stand in the middle of it and breathe it deep into my lungs.
When he plucks the bottle from my hand, the spell is broken. When he turns it on its side to read the label on the bottom, a cloud of crimson smoke gushes out, obscuring the passageway between the shelves. Tendrils lick at me, rough as tiny cat tongues.
Suddenly, everything changes.
Now that Im no longer holding the bottle, I can smell what he smelled. Saliva floods my mouth, my stomach heaves, and I just about puke the candy bars I just ate. The face in the smoke isnt so beautiful anymore. Its morphing into something monstrous before my eyes. Long fangs slide from thin lips, bloody hair writhes like snakes. Dude, what the feck did I open? I say, aghast.
The bottle clatters to the floor.
My blood goes cold when Christian utters a single word.
RUN.
There are a few absolute no-brainer rules in my world. Real close to the top of this list is: if an Unseelie prince runs from it, Im going to run from it, too. Im not even going to ask any questions. Im just going to vamoose with all my might.
Still I cant help but try to steal a peek over my shoulder. Im the one that let it out. I have to know what it is so I can hunt it down and kill it.
DONT LOOK BACK! Christian roars.
I cradle my head with my arms, trying to hold my skull together until the instant headache subsides. Stop yelling at me and sift us, dude! Im freeze-framing, trying to keep up with him, but Idont know these halls. Theyre a maze that isnt on any of my maps. I have to keep dropping down, lock my grid into place and kick back up again. The stench of rotting meat behind me is getting stronger. The skin on the back of my neck is crawling. I keep waiting for whatever is chasing us to close icy talons on my nape, rip my head off my shoulders, and kill me. All those scary movies I watched with Dancer arent making me laugh now. Theyre filling my head with a million gruesome deaths, each more horrible than the last. Itd help if I knew what was chasing us. The unknown is always scarier than the known. I got a Mega-sized imagination, and it can do a real number on me.
Sifting doesnt work inside the White Mansion. Take my hand. I know these halls.
I grab his hand, ignoring the groaning sound he makes. He laces his fingers with mine and Im blasted by a wave of horniness. Mute it, Christian. This aint the time to go death-by-sex Fae on me.
Sorry, lass. Its just that its your hand and theres danger, and danger always
Off it now!
I can breathe again. Not that I want to. The stench is suffocating and closing in on us fast.
Whats chasing us?
Loosely translated, the Crimson Hag.
How does it kill?
Hope you never find out.
Could it kill even you, an Unseelie prince?
She prefers us alive. She once held two princes captive for nearly a hundred thousand years before the king stopped her. Among other foul things, she tried to breed with us. I had no idea hed stored her in his library. Everybody figured hed destroyed the bitch.
Why would she take you captive?
Because were immortal, and once she takes what she wants from us, our bodies grow it back. Then she takes it again. Were a never-ending supply. She can just keep us chained up, sit and knit.
Knit? The idea of an Unseelie monster knitting is more than I can wrap my brain around. What does she want from you? A cloud of red smoke slithers over my shoulder. Hurry, Christian! Weve got to go faster! Get us out of here!
We barrel down bronze halls, twist and turn through lemon wings, until finally we skid onto white marble. I swear I can feel the Hag breathing down my neck.
Then were in the white room, rushing into the mirror, and I cant help myself, I look back as I turn all spongy.
The Crimson Hag is the most revolting creature Ive ever seen. Worse than the Gray Woman, worse than the Unseelie princes, worse even than Papa Roach, and I have a special hatred for roaches. Roaches hang out on floors. My cage was on the floor.
How can you say that?
Because it is.
Crimson strands puff from the bottle and swirl above it. After a moment they begin to dart toward each other, circle around and dart back, slender red strands knitting themselves into a smoky shape.
Dude, it smells like heaven! Theres something wrong with your nose. Maybe you only like Unseelie smells now. I cant wait to see what awesome thing comes out of this!
It smells, he says from directly above me, like rotting intestines. What did you open? A book? He drops down beside me, carrying a stack of books beneath his arm. Im glad to see he found something. A bottle? Christ, lass, you cant be randomly unplugging bottles in this place! Give me that. Lets see what youve done.
The hint of a face is forming in the crimson smoke; delicate, pointy chin, enormous eyes slanted up at the corners. I try to turn my head to look at Christian but my head isnt taking orders. Its stuck, still staring at the materializing face. I cant force myself to look away no matter how hard I try. Its got me mesmerized. Ive never seen a face so beautiful, smelled a smell so good. I want to stand in the middle of it and breathe it deep into my lungs.
When he plucks the bottle from my hand, the spell is broken. When he turns it on its side to read the label on the bottom, a cloud of crimson smoke gushes out, obscuring the passageway between the shelves. Tendrils lick at me, rough as tiny cat tongues.
Suddenly, everything changes.
Now that Im no longer holding the bottle, I can smell what he smelled. Saliva floods my mouth, my stomach heaves, and I just about puke the candy bars I just ate. The face in the smoke isnt so beautiful anymore. Its morphing into something monstrous before my eyes. Long fangs slide from thin lips, bloody hair writhes like snakes. Dude, what the feck did I open? I say, aghast.
The bottle clatters to the floor.
My blood goes cold when Christian utters a single word.
RUN.
There are a few absolute no-brainer rules in my world. Real close to the top of this list is: if an Unseelie prince runs from it, Im going to run from it, too. Im not even going to ask any questions. Im just going to vamoose with all my might.
Still I cant help but try to steal a peek over my shoulder. Im the one that let it out. I have to know what it is so I can hunt it down and kill it.
DONT LOOK BACK! Christian roars.
I cradle my head with my arms, trying to hold my skull together until the instant headache subsides. Stop yelling at me and sift us, dude! Im freeze-framing, trying to keep up with him, but Idont know these halls. Theyre a maze that isnt on any of my maps. I have to keep dropping down, lock my grid into place and kick back up again. The stench of rotting meat behind me is getting stronger. The skin on the back of my neck is crawling. I keep waiting for whatever is chasing us to close icy talons on my nape, rip my head off my shoulders, and kill me. All those scary movies I watched with Dancer arent making me laugh now. Theyre filling my head with a million gruesome deaths, each more horrible than the last. Itd help if I knew what was chasing us. The unknown is always scarier than the known. I got a Mega-sized imagination, and it can do a real number on me.
Sifting doesnt work inside the White Mansion. Take my hand. I know these halls.
I grab his hand, ignoring the groaning sound he makes. He laces his fingers with mine and Im blasted by a wave of horniness. Mute it, Christian. This aint the time to go death-by-sex Fae on me.
Sorry, lass. Its just that its your hand and theres danger, and danger always
Off it now!
I can breathe again. Not that I want to. The stench is suffocating and closing in on us fast.
Whats chasing us?
Loosely translated, the Crimson Hag.
How does it kill?
Hope you never find out.
Could it kill even you, an Unseelie prince?
She prefers us alive. She once held two princes captive for nearly a hundred thousand years before the king stopped her. Among other foul things, she tried to breed with us. I had no idea hed stored her in his library. Everybody figured hed destroyed the bitch.
Why would she take you captive?
Because were immortal, and once she takes what she wants from us, our bodies grow it back. Then she takes it again. Were a never-ending supply. She can just keep us chained up, sit and knit.
Knit? The idea of an Unseelie monster knitting is more than I can wrap my brain around. What does she want from you? A cloud of red smoke slithers over my shoulder. Hurry, Christian! Weve got to go faster! Get us out of here!
We barrel down bronze halls, twist and turn through lemon wings, until finally we skid onto white marble. I swear I can feel the Hag breathing down my neck.
Then were in the white room, rushing into the mirror, and I cant help myself, I look back as I turn all spongy.
The Crimson Hag is the most revolting creature Ive ever seen. Worse than the Gray Woman, worse than the Unseelie princes, worse even than Papa Roach, and I have a special hatred for roaches. Roaches hang out on floors. My cage was on the floor.
