Shadowfever
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How many Valentines Days in my life had ended with a kiss?
I could count them on two fingers.
And those had been decent kisses, not great ones. Certainly nothing to rock a womans world.
I paused with my hand on the doorknob of Barrons Books and Baubles. Barrons had changed the locks on the garage and the back door, so Id had to park the Viper in the alley and walk around to the front. It had been a difficult night. I was ready for it to end. I wanted covers over my head and deep, dreamless sleep.
Mere hours ago Id been consoling myself that, even though Barrons was furious with me, at least I would be going to sleep tonight with the comforting knowledge that he was alive.
Right. Happy Valentines Day to me.
I believe human males present flowers.
I was abruptly wreathed in the delicate scent of roses. A bouquet appeared, tucked into my arm. Petals tickled my nose. The ground at my feet was strewn with them. Dewy, lush, they gave off an otherworldly, spicy scent.
I leaned my forehead against the diamond-paned cherry door. I could see my demolished shop through it. Did you come here to accuse me of being a traitor, too? It would be just like a Fae to shower me with gifts while threatening me. I was through justifying myself. Seeing Barrons lifeless eyes again had nearly put me back on the cliffs edge. I had no idea why I hated seeing him dead so much, when I knew he wasnt really. Lor had assured me he would be back, although he couldnt say when. Why couldnt he say when? Did Barrons body have to heal, and certain injuries took longer than others?
I couldnt get the image out of my mind. Now I had two visions of Barrons to torture myself with: gutted and shot. On top of that, I was terrified for my parents. Terrified by how easily the Book had infiltrated those closest to me. First the abbey, then Darroc, Barrons, and now a threat to my parents. I could no longer dispute Ryodans conviction that the Book was finding me. Playing with me. But why not just kill me and get it over with? Did it really think I wouldas Ryodan saidflip? Nothing about the Sinsar Dubh made sense. Sometimes it gave me a splitting, crushing headache and I could sense it coming a mile away. Other times, like tonight, I didnt have a clue it was in the same room with me.
It killed everyone else it came into contact with. But not me. It hurt me, but it always left me alive. Why?
Id demanded Lor remove Mom and Dad from Dublin. Hed refused to even consider it. Said nobody would lift a finger unless Barrons told them to. So much for their demands for my headapparently Barrons had the final say about everything.
I could always persuade Vlane to sift in, get them, and whisk them somewhere safe, except well, maybe it was the sidhe-seer in my blood, but I just couldnt trust my parents to a Fae.
I am not a fool, MacKayla. You were playing Darroc. My only question is why.
A weightslid from my shoulders. It was about time somebody believed in me. Figured it would be Vlane. Thank you, I said simply.
I turned around and my eyes widened appreciatively. Vlane is always a vision. Hed muted himself, donned his human form, but it did little to diminish his otherworldly allure. In black pants, boots, and a black cashmere sweater, with his long hair spilling down his back and his velvety skin dusted with gold, he looked like a fallen archangel.
Tonight, he was even more majestic than ever. I wondered if leading a Seelie army had given him purpose hed lacked, if he was no longer an immortal riddled with ennui and petty desires but was becoming a true leader of his people. He would have his hands full trying to lead the Seelie court. Perhaps if Jayne and the Guardians shot and caged enough of them, theyd pull their heads out. A little hardship and suffering would do the Seelie a world of good.
You never doubted me? Even when I was standing there in the street with the Unseelie army?
I know the woman you are, MacKayla. Were you Fae, you would belong to my court. He studied me with ancient, iridescent eyes. My army is not as discerning as I. They believe you are his ally. We will persuade them otherwise. A smile touched the corners of his lips. If nothing else, your claim that Barrons was dead gave you away. I saw him tonight with you at Chesters. He paused. I am uncertain how you managed to deceive the Unseelie Princes. They were convinced he was dead.
He delivered the statement so blandly that I almost missed the question, and the threat. Lacing his silken words was steel. Beneath his playfulness, Vlane was in a dangerous mood. But why? I knew hed been at Chesters. Had something happened after Lor had whisked me out and dumped me at the Viper? Did he know the Sinsar Dubh had also been there?
Just a little trick I learned, I evaded.
Barrons was never dead? Was he incapacitated for a time?
Vlane and Barrons hate each other, something to do with Barrons killing Vlanes princess a long time ago. Instinct deeper than I could fathom made me lie. Youre kidding, right? Barrons is unkillable.
I would know how you deceived the Unseelie Princes, MacKayla. There was the steel again, lacing the silk. It was not a question. It was a command.
He moved into the alcove with me, and the intoxicating fragrance of the Fae court, of jasmine and sandalwood, perfumed the delicate spice of the purple petals crushing beneath his boots. Danger stepped in with him.
I cocked my head, studying him. I suddenly knew where his anger was coming from. He was on a dangerous edge not because he thought I had managed to deceive the dark princes but because he was worried theyd known all along that Barrons wasnt dead and had somehow managed to deceive him.
I could count them on two fingers.
And those had been decent kisses, not great ones. Certainly nothing to rock a womans world.
I paused with my hand on the doorknob of Barrons Books and Baubles. Barrons had changed the locks on the garage and the back door, so Id had to park the Viper in the alley and walk around to the front. It had been a difficult night. I was ready for it to end. I wanted covers over my head and deep, dreamless sleep.
Mere hours ago Id been consoling myself that, even though Barrons was furious with me, at least I would be going to sleep tonight with the comforting knowledge that he was alive.
Right. Happy Valentines Day to me.
I believe human males present flowers.
I was abruptly wreathed in the delicate scent of roses. A bouquet appeared, tucked into my arm. Petals tickled my nose. The ground at my feet was strewn with them. Dewy, lush, they gave off an otherworldly, spicy scent.
I leaned my forehead against the diamond-paned cherry door. I could see my demolished shop through it. Did you come here to accuse me of being a traitor, too? It would be just like a Fae to shower me with gifts while threatening me. I was through justifying myself. Seeing Barrons lifeless eyes again had nearly put me back on the cliffs edge. I had no idea why I hated seeing him dead so much, when I knew he wasnt really. Lor had assured me he would be back, although he couldnt say when. Why couldnt he say when? Did Barrons body have to heal, and certain injuries took longer than others?
I couldnt get the image out of my mind. Now I had two visions of Barrons to torture myself with: gutted and shot. On top of that, I was terrified for my parents. Terrified by how easily the Book had infiltrated those closest to me. First the abbey, then Darroc, Barrons, and now a threat to my parents. I could no longer dispute Ryodans conviction that the Book was finding me. Playing with me. But why not just kill me and get it over with? Did it really think I wouldas Ryodan saidflip? Nothing about the Sinsar Dubh made sense. Sometimes it gave me a splitting, crushing headache and I could sense it coming a mile away. Other times, like tonight, I didnt have a clue it was in the same room with me.
It killed everyone else it came into contact with. But not me. It hurt me, but it always left me alive. Why?
Id demanded Lor remove Mom and Dad from Dublin. Hed refused to even consider it. Said nobody would lift a finger unless Barrons told them to. So much for their demands for my headapparently Barrons had the final say about everything.
I could always persuade Vlane to sift in, get them, and whisk them somewhere safe, except well, maybe it was the sidhe-seer in my blood, but I just couldnt trust my parents to a Fae.
I am not a fool, MacKayla. You were playing Darroc. My only question is why.
A weightslid from my shoulders. It was about time somebody believed in me. Figured it would be Vlane. Thank you, I said simply.
I turned around and my eyes widened appreciatively. Vlane is always a vision. Hed muted himself, donned his human form, but it did little to diminish his otherworldly allure. In black pants, boots, and a black cashmere sweater, with his long hair spilling down his back and his velvety skin dusted with gold, he looked like a fallen archangel.
Tonight, he was even more majestic than ever. I wondered if leading a Seelie army had given him purpose hed lacked, if he was no longer an immortal riddled with ennui and petty desires but was becoming a true leader of his people. He would have his hands full trying to lead the Seelie court. Perhaps if Jayne and the Guardians shot and caged enough of them, theyd pull their heads out. A little hardship and suffering would do the Seelie a world of good.
You never doubted me? Even when I was standing there in the street with the Unseelie army?
I know the woman you are, MacKayla. Were you Fae, you would belong to my court. He studied me with ancient, iridescent eyes. My army is not as discerning as I. They believe you are his ally. We will persuade them otherwise. A smile touched the corners of his lips. If nothing else, your claim that Barrons was dead gave you away. I saw him tonight with you at Chesters. He paused. I am uncertain how you managed to deceive the Unseelie Princes. They were convinced he was dead.
He delivered the statement so blandly that I almost missed the question, and the threat. Lacing his silken words was steel. Beneath his playfulness, Vlane was in a dangerous mood. But why? I knew hed been at Chesters. Had something happened after Lor had whisked me out and dumped me at the Viper? Did he know the Sinsar Dubh had also been there?
Just a little trick I learned, I evaded.
Barrons was never dead? Was he incapacitated for a time?
Vlane and Barrons hate each other, something to do with Barrons killing Vlanes princess a long time ago. Instinct deeper than I could fathom made me lie. Youre kidding, right? Barrons is unkillable.
I would know how you deceived the Unseelie Princes, MacKayla. There was the steel again, lacing the silk. It was not a question. It was a command.
He moved into the alcove with me, and the intoxicating fragrance of the Fae court, of jasmine and sandalwood, perfumed the delicate spice of the purple petals crushing beneath his boots. Danger stepped in with him.
I cocked my head, studying him. I suddenly knew where his anger was coming from. He was on a dangerous edge not because he thought I had managed to deceive the dark princes but because he was worried theyd known all along that Barrons wasnt dead and had somehow managed to deceive him.
