―Her differences with you hurt us, too,‖ Kat said pointedly. ―War is no time for a coup. Continue fighting each other and you‘ll end up destroying the kingdom you‘re after ruling.‖
There was a chorus of murmured assents in the street.
―I‘m not trying to rule. I‘m just trying to help.‖
―You‘re both trying to rule. And we‘re telling you both to stop. We‘ve been talking since you and Dani left. We want you back. We don‘t care if you keep the weapons. But we‘re not willing to trade Rowena‘s guidance for yours. We want you both. If you agree to team up, we‘ll help you in whatever way we can and make Rowena accept it, too. The way we see it, neither you nor Rowena can force us to accept either one of you. But we‘re willing to bet we can force you two to work together for the greater good. That is what you both say you‘re after, isn‘t it?‖
―I‘m not living at the abbey, Mac!‖ Dani bounded to her feet. ―You said I could live with Barrons.‖
I looked from Dani to Kat, considering her words. She‘d made a point, and I was feeling a little ashamed of myself. I had made it personal with Rowena. I‘d tried to divide and conquer, and now was not the time to be dividing loyalties over anything. We had enough problems as it was. My whole goal in sending Dani to the abbey today was to find out when the sidhe-seers were coming in, so I could take them into battle, pump them up on victory, and regain a foothold in the abbey. Kat was offering it to me, hand outstretched. Five hundred sidhe-seers could force Rowena to cooperate with me, and all I‘d have to do was bite my tongue a lot.
―I‘m convinced, Kat. Convince Rowena.‖
―But you said,” Dani exploded.
I sighed. I wanted my buffer. But Barrons had a point, too. It wasn‘t just about me. ―I need you where you‘re safest, Dani. After the Unseelie Princes took you today, I‘m afraid that‘s not with me.‖
Sidhe-seers gasped. ―You were taken by the Unseelie Princes, Dani? What? How? Where did they take you? What happened?‖
Suddenly Dani was the center of attention. Preening, she began to tell them all about it. I watched the show—Dani knew how to dazzle and loved doing it—smiling faintly, feeling sad. I wasn‘t ready to give her up.
Or face the rest of the night alone with Barrons. I‘d rather fight another blockful of Unseelie. I looked at Kat. ―We‘ll meet you at the abbey in the morning. If the old woman behaves, so will I. You have my word.‖
She gave me a level look, then her gaze dropped to the spear strapped to my thigh. ―I don‘t need your word, Mac. You gave me something else tonight that said it all.‖
MacKayla.‖
We were a block from the bookstore when V‘lane‘s voice slid out of the darkness, an orchestral variation on an erotic dream. The Fae have extraordinary voices, melodious and rich. The notes vibrate under your skin, sleek and sensual against the tips of your nerve endings. If the Song of Making really is a song, I‘m not sure a human could survive hearing it. I used to have what I would have called a normal sex drive. Some of my friends were beyond obsessed with it, though. I guess they thought it would fill the void of purposelessness so many in my generation are afflicted with while trying to find our place in the world. But being Pri-ya changed me, left me with a voracious awareness of all things sexual. Or maybe sex with Barrons did it—I don‘t know. All I know is that I‘m far more attuned to erotic nuances than I used to be. The Seelie Prince‘s murmur was a full-body caress, and I appreciated it for a moment before shrugging it off.
―V‘lane!‖ Dani exclaimed.
He laughed, and if I hadn‘t been immune to death-by-sex Fae glamour, I would have been in serious trouble. He was putting on the seduction, beautiful golden Fae radiating pure sexual heat. I‘ve begun to think it‘s simply part of his nature, that he can‘t help it any more than some men can prevent themselves from oozing testosterone. I think some males of both species just have more.
Dani wasn‘t immune. Her eyes were feverishly bright, her skin flushed, her lips parted. I caught a glimpse in that moment of the woman she would become. ―Stop it, V‘lane. Leave her alone.‖
―I do not believe she wishes me to. Who better to awaken her to the shape and texture of Eros?
Set the bar, so to speak.‖
―Uh-huh,‖ Dani said thickly. ―I‘d like that.‖
―I don‘t care what you believe or what she wishes, and you will not be setting the bar. She‘s going to have a normal life.‖ At least, as close to normal as I could make it. ―Dani, get inside the bookstore. I‘ll join you in a few minutes.‖
―But I don‘t wanna—‖
“Now,” I said.
She glared.
―I bet Barrons is there,‖ I dangled. To V‘lane I said, ―Dampen yourself so she can shake the thrall.‖
He lifted and dropped one shoulder.
Dani made a soft sigh, as if abruptly released from some inner tension she wasn‘t entirely glad to be free of, then glanced from V‘lane to the bookstore and back again, as if trying to choose between a banana split and a fudge sundae. Then, ―Fine,‖ she said, and flashed out. At the door, she tossed a saucy grin over a shoulder and said, ―Take your time, Mac. Me and Barrons, we got stuff to talk about.‖
I bit back a snort of laughter, remembering my own teen crushes. They‘d been nightmares of awkwardness and nervous tension. Of feeling gauche, too clumsy for words, and needy. I trusted that Barrons would deftly deflect her hero worship. It was only with me that he was a constant jackass.
I watched until she was safely inside and the door closed behind her. Although there were no indications the Dark Zone that had once neighbored BB&B still existed, I didn‘t trust those shadow-filled streets beyond the bookstore.
I looked back at V‘lane. He was studying me intently.
―You have been battling. Are you well, MacKayla?‖
―I‘m fine.‖ My reflexes had been dynamite tonight. Even though I took a few crushing blows, I‘d managed to duck or pull back at the last minute and minimize the impact every time. I didn‘t even feel bruised anywhere. No cuts. No contusions. I felt fantastic. I loved this sleeker, stronger me.
The floodlights on the top of BB&B flashed on. The street was suddenly blindingly bright. I had no doubt Barrons was about to step outside.
V‘lane shot the bookstore a beautifully imitated look of disgust, then his arms were around me and we were gone.
We reappeared, high in the dark night sky.
He was holding my hand.
I made the horrific mistake of glancing down briefly. I yanked my gaze back up again. I was standing on nothing. Black air beneath my feet.
Why wasn‘t I falling?
As soon as I thought that, I began to fall. I lunged at him, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and clung for dear life.
His arms cradled me instantly. ―I should have done this long ago, MacKayla,‖ he purred. ―Be at ease. I will not let you fall. Look down.‖
―That‘s a definite not.‖ I had no idea how high up we were, but it was cold. I squeezed my eyes shut. ―Are we just hanging in the sky? Floating here?‖ This distressed me tremendously. I‘m quite certain we were created with feet because we‘re supposed to walk on the surface of the planet. Key word there being ―surface‖: not above it, not below it.
―You would feel safer in one of those conveyances that frequently plummet?‖
―Not that frequently.‖
―All that is required to end a mortal life is one such fall, yet you assume the risk. Humans are irrational and foolish.‖
―This irrational, foolish human wants her feet on the ground.‖
―I have a gift for you, MacKayla. I have … what is that word …‖ He trailed off, and I was startled to realize there was a teasing note in his voice. ―Ah, I have it,‖ he said lightly. ―Labored. I have worked to give you this gift. I have not merely waved my fairy wand and made it so.‖
He was teasing. I wasn‘t sure what disconcerted me more: hanging in the night sky or listening to V‘lane tease. The LM claimed that he was changed by exposure to humans. Was V‘lane?
―This is the best way to present my gift.‖
―I looked down when we got here. Lots of dark space. I think I saw stars.‖
―The stars are above us. Look again.‖ His tone made it clear he was going to keep us hanging here all night if I didn‘t do what he said.
Sighing, I opened my eyes, took a hasty, panicked look down, and squeezed my eyes shut again. Then I realized what I‘d just seen and my eyes flew open again. We were several thousand feet up and city lights glittered far below.
City lights! We were above a brilliant aura that could only be a major metropolitan area. ―I thought the power was out everywhere!‖ I exclaimed.
―I have been working with other Seelie to see it restored,‖ he said with pride.
―Where are we?‖
―Beneath us is your Atlanta. On the coast, the lights of Savannah.‖ He pointed. ―There, Ashford. I told you I would keep your parents safe. When Barrons beat me by a mere matter of minutes in saving you, I turned my efforts to saving those who matter most to you. Barrons has still never spared them a thought. The Dark Zones that swallowed the cities nearest your home, threatening to spread, have been eradicated. Power is restored. Even now humans learn to defend themselves. My gift to you is your Georgia back.‖
I stared down at the lights, then at him. ―Could you do this for the whole world?‖
―Much of our power stems from our ability to manipulate dimensions beyond yours, but the fabric of the human dimension is … viscous, thick; the laws of your physics are not as …
bendable as ours. This alteration required much time, cooperation with other Seelie and many humans.‖
In V‘lane-speak, that translated to a no. He‘d done this for me and would do no more.