Shadowfever
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I think we dont have all the facts.
I felt like crying. The day Id set foot on the Emerald Isle, the slow erosion of me had begun. Id arrived, the beloved daughter of Jack and Rainey Lane, sister of Alina. Id accepted being adopted. Id been elated to discover I had Irish roots. But now Barrons had just confirmed that I wasnt an OConnor. Hed been there when Isla died and shed had one child. No wonder Ryodan had been so sure. There was nothing to identify me at all but a lifetime of impossible dreams, an oubliette of impossible knowledge, and an evil Book and a ghastly Hunter with a disturbing fondness for me.
What happened that night at the abbey? Why were you there?
Wed gotten wind of something. Talk in the countryside. Old women gossiping. Ive learned to listen to old women, read them over a newspaper anytime.
Yet you made fun of Nana OReilly.
I didnt want you to go back and dig deeper.
Why?
She would have told you things I didnt want you to know.
Like what you are?
She would have given you a name for me. He stopped, then chewed out the next words. Inaccurate. But a name. You needed names then.
You think I dont now? The Damned, shed called him. I wondered why.
Youre learning. The abbey was the focus of the talk. Id been watching it for weeks, trying to devise a way in without setting off their wards. Clever work. They sensed even me, and nothing senses me.
You said wed gotten wind. I thought you worked alone. Who is we?
I do. But dozens have hunted it over time. Its been the Grail for a certain type of collector. A sorcerer in London that ended up with copies of pages that night. Mobsters. Would-be kings. Following the same leads, we glimpsed one another now and then, gave each other a wide berth as long as we thought the other might one day provide a valuable lead, although I never saw the Keltar. I suspect the queen cleaned up after them, kept her hidden mantle well hidden.
So, you were outside the abbey?
I had no idea anything was going on inside. It was a quiet night, like any other Id watched it. There was no commotion. No shouting, no disturbance. The Book slipped out into the night unnoticed, or bided its time and left later. I was distracted by a woman climbing out a window in the rear of the abbey, holding her side. Shed been stabbed and was badly injured. She headed straight for me, as if she knew I was there. You must get me out of here, she said. She told me to take her to Tellie Sullivan in Devonshire. That the fate of the world depended on it.
I didnt think you gave a rats petunia about the fate ofthe world.
I dont. Shed seen the Sinsar Dubh. I asked if it was still at the abbey and she said it had been but was no longer. I learned that night that the damned thing had been practically beneath my nose for the past thousand years.
I thought it was always there, since the dawn of time, long before it was an abbey. I wasnt above prying into his age.
Ive been in Ireland only for the past millennia. Before that, I was other places. Satisfied, Ms, Lane?
Hardly. I wondered why hed chosen Ireland. Why would a man like him stay in one place? Why not travel? Did he like having a home? I supposed even bears and lions had dens.
She said it killed everyone in the Haven. I had no idea what the Haven was at the time. I tried to Voice her, but she was slipping in and out of consciousness. I had nothing with which to stem her injuries. I thought she was my best bet to track it, so I put her in my car and took her to her friend. But by the time we got there, she was in a coma.
And thats all she ever told you?
Once I realized she wasnt coming out of it, I moved on, unwilling to let the trail cool. I had competition to eliminate. For the first time since man learned to keep written archives, the Sinsar Dubh had been sighted. Others were after it. I needed to kill them while I still knew where they were. By the time I returned to Devonshire, she was dead and buried.
Did you dig
Cremated.
Oh, isnt that just convenient. Did you question Tellie? Voice her and her grandmother?
Look whos all ruthless now. They were gone. Ive had investigators hunting for them off and on ever since. The grandmother died eight years ago. The granddaughter was never seen again.
I rolled my eyes.
Yes, it stinks. Thats one of many reasons I dont believe youre the king. Too many humans went to too much effort to conceal things. I dont see humans doing that for any Fae, especially not sidhe-seers. No, there was something else going on.
You said one of many reasons.
The list is endless. Do you remember what you were like when you first came here? Do you really think hed wear pink? Or a shirt that said Im a JUICY Girl?
I looked at him. The corners of his lips were twitching.
I just dont see the most dreaded of the Fae wearing a matching thong and bra with little pink and purple appliqu flowers.
Youre trying to make me laugh. My heart hurt. Thoughts of what to do about Dani, fury at Rowena, anger at myself for having misled everyone tonightthere was a knot of emotions inside me.
I felt like crying. The day Id set foot on the Emerald Isle, the slow erosion of me had begun. Id arrived, the beloved daughter of Jack and Rainey Lane, sister of Alina. Id accepted being adopted. Id been elated to discover I had Irish roots. But now Barrons had just confirmed that I wasnt an OConnor. Hed been there when Isla died and shed had one child. No wonder Ryodan had been so sure. There was nothing to identify me at all but a lifetime of impossible dreams, an oubliette of impossible knowledge, and an evil Book and a ghastly Hunter with a disturbing fondness for me.
What happened that night at the abbey? Why were you there?
Wed gotten wind of something. Talk in the countryside. Old women gossiping. Ive learned to listen to old women, read them over a newspaper anytime.
Yet you made fun of Nana OReilly.
I didnt want you to go back and dig deeper.
Why?
She would have told you things I didnt want you to know.
Like what you are?
She would have given you a name for me. He stopped, then chewed out the next words. Inaccurate. But a name. You needed names then.
You think I dont now? The Damned, shed called him. I wondered why.
Youre learning. The abbey was the focus of the talk. Id been watching it for weeks, trying to devise a way in without setting off their wards. Clever work. They sensed even me, and nothing senses me.
You said wed gotten wind. I thought you worked alone. Who is we?
I do. But dozens have hunted it over time. Its been the Grail for a certain type of collector. A sorcerer in London that ended up with copies of pages that night. Mobsters. Would-be kings. Following the same leads, we glimpsed one another now and then, gave each other a wide berth as long as we thought the other might one day provide a valuable lead, although I never saw the Keltar. I suspect the queen cleaned up after them, kept her hidden mantle well hidden.
So, you were outside the abbey?
I had no idea anything was going on inside. It was a quiet night, like any other Id watched it. There was no commotion. No shouting, no disturbance. The Book slipped out into the night unnoticed, or bided its time and left later. I was distracted by a woman climbing out a window in the rear of the abbey, holding her side. Shed been stabbed and was badly injured. She headed straight for me, as if she knew I was there. You must get me out of here, she said. She told me to take her to Tellie Sullivan in Devonshire. That the fate of the world depended on it.
I didnt think you gave a rats petunia about the fate ofthe world.
I dont. Shed seen the Sinsar Dubh. I asked if it was still at the abbey and she said it had been but was no longer. I learned that night that the damned thing had been practically beneath my nose for the past thousand years.
I thought it was always there, since the dawn of time, long before it was an abbey. I wasnt above prying into his age.
Ive been in Ireland only for the past millennia. Before that, I was other places. Satisfied, Ms, Lane?
Hardly. I wondered why hed chosen Ireland. Why would a man like him stay in one place? Why not travel? Did he like having a home? I supposed even bears and lions had dens.
She said it killed everyone in the Haven. I had no idea what the Haven was at the time. I tried to Voice her, but she was slipping in and out of consciousness. I had nothing with which to stem her injuries. I thought she was my best bet to track it, so I put her in my car and took her to her friend. But by the time we got there, she was in a coma.
And thats all she ever told you?
Once I realized she wasnt coming out of it, I moved on, unwilling to let the trail cool. I had competition to eliminate. For the first time since man learned to keep written archives, the Sinsar Dubh had been sighted. Others were after it. I needed to kill them while I still knew where they were. By the time I returned to Devonshire, she was dead and buried.
Did you dig
Cremated.
Oh, isnt that just convenient. Did you question Tellie? Voice her and her grandmother?
Look whos all ruthless now. They were gone. Ive had investigators hunting for them off and on ever since. The grandmother died eight years ago. The granddaughter was never seen again.
I rolled my eyes.
Yes, it stinks. Thats one of many reasons I dont believe youre the king. Too many humans went to too much effort to conceal things. I dont see humans doing that for any Fae, especially not sidhe-seers. No, there was something else going on.
You said one of many reasons.
The list is endless. Do you remember what you were like when you first came here? Do you really think hed wear pink? Or a shirt that said Im a JUICY Girl?
I looked at him. The corners of his lips were twitching.
I just dont see the most dreaded of the Fae wearing a matching thong and bra with little pink and purple appliqu flowers.
Youre trying to make me laugh. My heart hurt. Thoughts of what to do about Dani, fury at Rowena, anger at myself for having misled everyone tonightthere was a knot of emotions inside me.
