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Jericho wasnt dead on the other side of the mirror, nor was he waiting for me. I assumed that meant wed been gone a good long time as humans counted it.
Christian made it easy for me.
I couldnt have asked for more.
He laid her on the kings bed, close to the Silver, and tucked furs around her.
Shes so cold. Youve got to hurry, Mac. We need to get her warm. In my travels, I heard that during the battle between the king and original queen, some of the Seelie were taken captive before the prison walls went up. The Unseelie planned to torture them for all eternity, but legends say the Seelie prisoners died because this place is the antithesis of all they are and drains their life essence. He gave me a grim look. I think someone brought the Seelie Queen here, put her in that coffin, and left her to die slowly. Uncle Cian said she wasnt really there when she came to see him but was a projection of herself. As if she was trapped somewhere, focusing all her effort and energy on sending a vision of herself to nudge events around so we would save her when the time was right. Someone wanted revenge. I think shes been here a long time.
And Vlane was looking like the prime suspect, considering that hed been lying to me about where shed been since day one. But how could any of this be? Why would Vlane have had this woman to begin with? How had she ended up in the Seelie court?
The truth was, I was standing in the middle of so many liessome of them hundreds of thousands of years oldthat I didnt know where to begin trying to untangle them. If I pulled on one thread, ten others would unravel, and I saw little point in trying to make sense of anything now.
All I could do was what had to be done. Get them both out of here. The sooner the better. Especially her. Not because she was the queen but because Christians legend resonated with me and I knew it to be true. A Seelie could survive only a finite space of time in here. I doubted a human would survive half that long. And I wasnt entirely sure which she really was.
She was dangerously weak. The slight form on the bed barely made a hump. Masses of silvery hair cloaked a body that had deteriorated to that of a slender, undeveloped child. My dreams had been trying to warn me. Id waited too long. Id almost been too late.
Look over there, I exclaimed, pointing to the far side of the bed. Whats that on the wall? I think Ive seen those symbols before.
He was halfway across the bedchamber before that sixth sense of his made him look back over his shoulder. I know, because I was looking over mine.
It was too late.
Id already scooped her up and pushed into the Silver. She was oddly insubstantial, as if shed donned physical form to contain the energy of which she was made and, as her life essence evaporated, so did the physicality holding her. Was she beyondsaving?
I know what he thought.
I was the traitor.
I was trying to finish the job of killing the queen by forcing her through a mirror only the king and his concubine could pass through. A mirror that killed all other life, including Fae.
But that wasnt it at all.
I wasnt trying to kill the queen. I knew she wouldnt die. I knew she could go through the mirror.
Because the woman in my arms wasnt Aoibheal, queen of the Fae.
She was the concubine.
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That was why Id screamed. Id been having a hard enough time dealing with the thought that I was the concubine.
As Id stared into the coffin and recognized her from the White Mansion, it had taken me only a moment to process that, if the concubine was lying in the coffin and I could pass through the kings Silver, I had a serious problem.
The scream had been instinctive, denial from the very marrow in my bones clawing its way up my throat and past my lips.
If she was the concubine, and I could go though the Silver, too, there was only one other personand I was using that term very looselyI could be.
And its not the concubine, thats for sure, I muttered as I pushed through the Silver and slammed into the wall. Id expected resistance like in every other Silver, but this onethe first ever createdwas untainted by Cruces curse. I turned at the last moment, cradling her in my arms, taking the brunt of the impact on my shoulder. Not a damned thing about this made sense.
Mac, what are you doing? Christian roared, storming toward the mirror.
Dont touch it! I cried. It will kill you! I didnt want him to think for a minute that it wouldnt and try to come through. It had killed Barrons. I had no doubt it would destroy Christian, and he didnt have a get-out-of-death-free card. At least not that I knew of. But as had just become painfully apparent to me, I didnt know much of anything, so maybe he had a whole deck of them. Maybe everyone did but me. Still, I wasnt going to count on it. I needed him. More than ever before, I needed the Sinsar Dubh contained, and he was one of the five necessary to do it. I understood why it played with me now.
He stopped inches from the mirror and peered at me through it. Why didnt it kill her? Ill know the truth, he warned.
I adjusted her in my arms, scooped up a mass of her hair, and draped it over my shoulder so it didnt trail the floor and trip me. I stared back through the mirror at him. Because shes the concubine. Thats why I really screamed. I recognized her.
But I thought you were the conc He gave me a fast once-over. But you went through theBut that would meanMac?