Ink Exchange
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Ignoring the look of panic that flashed over Gabriel's face, Irial answered, "Don't let Ani roam while you do."
After Rabbit carried the giggling Ani away, Irial brought Gabriel up to speed.
"What do I do with her?" Gabriel, the Hound who led some of the most terrifying creatures to walk the earth, sounded utterly intimidated. "How do I … She's female, Irial. Don't they have different needs?"
"She can't be worse than you were when you were younger. Ask one of your females for advice." Irial drew as much nourishment as he could from Gabriel's mingled panic and excitement and pride. Irial needed to be stable before he went to find Leslie, needed to be well fed so he didn't pull too many human emotions through Leslie just yet. Let her get used to me first, talk to me. He felt worry for his mortal. If the other dark fey had felt this weakness when they did the ink exchanges, they hadn't admitted it to him.
Gabriel was still talking; Irial forced himself to listen to the Hound.
"… and they're just not good examples for my pup. Have you seen them lately? Chela and her litter all but slaughtered the representatives of Sorcha's court the other moon."
"Month, Gabriel. The other month."
Gabriel waved a hand, utterly uncowed by his king. "They're too rough for Ani. She's so tiny." He started pacing as he rambled on about the female Hounds.
They were truly fierce, but Irial had trouble objecting to anything that kept Sorcha's court away from him.
"Can she run?" Gabriel stopped on the verge of a burst of pride that was almost chokingly sweet.
Irial closed his eyes and savored the orange-sugar rush of Gabriel's emotions. "Ask her."
"You need anything first?" Gabriel paused, as still as a wave before it breaks.
"No. Just take Ani home. Get Rabbit's telephone number so you can reach him if you need advice on her."
Gabriel snarled, but only once.
Irial glared, relieved to deal with the familiar challenge of Gabriel's pride. "He's raised her. You don't know her. Get his number."
The look on Gabriel's face would stop almost any fey or mortal. Accepting orders—even from his king—went against his instincts. Irial softened his tone. "If you don't need it, fine, but they should keep in touch. They're a pack of their own."
Gabriel bowed his head slightly. "Do you need someone else for your strength?"
Irial held out a hand to the once more visibly uncomfortable Hound. "After seeing you? Why?"
Gabriel straightened his shoulders. "Then I'll go fetch the pup. My daughter" — he had another burst of tangled emotions then—"it is just the one, right?"
Irial bit back his smile. "Just Ani."
"Right then. I'll get her."
"Be sure to say hello to Tish, though," Irial reminded him. "Then send her to me. We're going out."
I need to find Leslie. My Leslie, my mercy, my strength, my Shadow Girl… mine.
He drew a deep breath, pleased to realize that he knew exactly where she was, could see her if he tried. She had left the shop and now walked down the street, her step sure, her lips curved in the most enchanting smile he'd ever seen.
Soon. I'll be there soon. He pulled his hands through his hair, brushing it back, and checked that he hadn't any blood on his shirt. He didn't, but his pants were a total loss. He opened the door and called, "Tish! Five minutes."
Then he went to find his bag. My mortal seeing me like this … no, not the best way to entice her, covered in blood.
Chapter 24
Leslie felt a compulsion riding inside her, leaving her with an inexplicable need to move. Her skin felt tight and tingly. She reached back and tore away the bandage that Rabbit had put over her tattoo. The bandage was wet, not with blood but with plasma and traces of ink. Her shirt stuck to her damp skin, its fabric probably getting stained, but she couldn't stand having her beautiful tattoo trapped.
She tossed the bandage in the trash and headed down Crofter Avenue toward the Crow's Nest, grinning to herself when she saw the club's red neon sign. A few guys were hanging out in the shadowed alley alongside the building; it was a shortcut over to the railroad yard, but most people used it as a spot to smoke. As she approached, she saw one guy punch another. She smiled, feeling a pleasant jolt of adrenaline as the two men began hitting each other unreservedly.
At the door of the club, Glenn, the doorman, stopped her. His attention flicked to the fight in the alley, and the bars in his face glittered as the red light from the sign hit them. He shook his head at the fight. Then turned his attention back to her. "Five-dollar cover tonight."
"Least they're fighting outside." She pulled a crinkled bill out of her pocket and held her hand out for the stamp.
"They're staying out, too." He grinned at her. "You bringing trouble in your wake these days?"
She laughed, but privately she wondered if he was right. Inside the club the lead singer of the band all but screamed his lyrics; Leslie winced. "They don't sound like they're worth it."
"Could be worse." Glenn put the money in the box and leaned back on his stool. They listened to the guitar-heavy music for a minute; then he grinned again. "Or not."
"Anybody around?" She couldn't see far into the crowd.
"Seth and Ash are over by the wall." He inclined his chin toward the most shadowed part of the club.
After Rabbit carried the giggling Ani away, Irial brought Gabriel up to speed.
"What do I do with her?" Gabriel, the Hound who led some of the most terrifying creatures to walk the earth, sounded utterly intimidated. "How do I … She's female, Irial. Don't they have different needs?"
"She can't be worse than you were when you were younger. Ask one of your females for advice." Irial drew as much nourishment as he could from Gabriel's mingled panic and excitement and pride. Irial needed to be stable before he went to find Leslie, needed to be well fed so he didn't pull too many human emotions through Leslie just yet. Let her get used to me first, talk to me. He felt worry for his mortal. If the other dark fey had felt this weakness when they did the ink exchanges, they hadn't admitted it to him.
Gabriel was still talking; Irial forced himself to listen to the Hound.
"… and they're just not good examples for my pup. Have you seen them lately? Chela and her litter all but slaughtered the representatives of Sorcha's court the other moon."
"Month, Gabriel. The other month."
Gabriel waved a hand, utterly uncowed by his king. "They're too rough for Ani. She's so tiny." He started pacing as he rambled on about the female Hounds.
They were truly fierce, but Irial had trouble objecting to anything that kept Sorcha's court away from him.
"Can she run?" Gabriel stopped on the verge of a burst of pride that was almost chokingly sweet.
Irial closed his eyes and savored the orange-sugar rush of Gabriel's emotions. "Ask her."
"You need anything first?" Gabriel paused, as still as a wave before it breaks.
"No. Just take Ani home. Get Rabbit's telephone number so you can reach him if you need advice on her."
Gabriel snarled, but only once.
Irial glared, relieved to deal with the familiar challenge of Gabriel's pride. "He's raised her. You don't know her. Get his number."
The look on Gabriel's face would stop almost any fey or mortal. Accepting orders—even from his king—went against his instincts. Irial softened his tone. "If you don't need it, fine, but they should keep in touch. They're a pack of their own."
Gabriel bowed his head slightly. "Do you need someone else for your strength?"
Irial held out a hand to the once more visibly uncomfortable Hound. "After seeing you? Why?"
Gabriel straightened his shoulders. "Then I'll go fetch the pup. My daughter" — he had another burst of tangled emotions then—"it is just the one, right?"
Irial bit back his smile. "Just Ani."
"Right then. I'll get her."
"Be sure to say hello to Tish, though," Irial reminded him. "Then send her to me. We're going out."
I need to find Leslie. My Leslie, my mercy, my strength, my Shadow Girl… mine.
He drew a deep breath, pleased to realize that he knew exactly where she was, could see her if he tried. She had left the shop and now walked down the street, her step sure, her lips curved in the most enchanting smile he'd ever seen.
Soon. I'll be there soon. He pulled his hands through his hair, brushing it back, and checked that he hadn't any blood on his shirt. He didn't, but his pants were a total loss. He opened the door and called, "Tish! Five minutes."
Then he went to find his bag. My mortal seeing me like this … no, not the best way to entice her, covered in blood.
Chapter 24
Leslie felt a compulsion riding inside her, leaving her with an inexplicable need to move. Her skin felt tight and tingly. She reached back and tore away the bandage that Rabbit had put over her tattoo. The bandage was wet, not with blood but with plasma and traces of ink. Her shirt stuck to her damp skin, its fabric probably getting stained, but she couldn't stand having her beautiful tattoo trapped.
She tossed the bandage in the trash and headed down Crofter Avenue toward the Crow's Nest, grinning to herself when she saw the club's red neon sign. A few guys were hanging out in the shadowed alley alongside the building; it was a shortcut over to the railroad yard, but most people used it as a spot to smoke. As she approached, she saw one guy punch another. She smiled, feeling a pleasant jolt of adrenaline as the two men began hitting each other unreservedly.
At the door of the club, Glenn, the doorman, stopped her. His attention flicked to the fight in the alley, and the bars in his face glittered as the red light from the sign hit them. He shook his head at the fight. Then turned his attention back to her. "Five-dollar cover tonight."
"Least they're fighting outside." She pulled a crinkled bill out of her pocket and held her hand out for the stamp.
"They're staying out, too." He grinned at her. "You bringing trouble in your wake these days?"
She laughed, but privately she wondered if he was right. Inside the club the lead singer of the band all but screamed his lyrics; Leslie winced. "They don't sound like they're worth it."
"Could be worse." Glenn put the money in the box and leaned back on his stool. They listened to the guitar-heavy music for a minute; then he grinned again. "Or not."
"Anybody around?" She couldn't see far into the crowd.
"Seth and Ash are over by the wall." He inclined his chin toward the most shadowed part of the club.
