I want to tell Gabriel about the Fairborn and my tattoos and Celia’s training and Mary’s warning. But I don’t know what the first word is … where to begin … Where do I start with all this stuff?
He says, ‘Tell me about this Half Blood. She sounds interesting.’
‘She is. You’d like her. She’s smart.’
And once I start to tell him about Ellen it gets easier and I explain about Bob and Mary and then the Assessments and Clay and all of it.
When I’ve finished Gabriel says, ‘Mary said you should trust no one. But you trusted Ellen and you’re trusting me.’
I shrug. I do trust him, though.
He leans over and hugs me. It feels a bit awkward.
Gabriel is convinced that Mercury will want to steal the Fairborn. Then she will pair me up with it and set us against Marcus. He says that if I work for her for a year she will use all her powers to manipulate me to kill Marcus. He thinks that is part of the pleasure she will have, setting me against Marcus, having power over his son. He says, ‘You’re right to believe in your father.’
He says he no longer wants Mercury’s help.
I remind him. ‘But I need her help. It’s only six days to my birthday. I need three gifts.’
‘Yes, that’s a problem,’ he says. ‘We need a plan.’
But a plan is hard to find. We agree that we need to destroy the knife, or throw it into the lake where it can never be recovered, but Mercury will be furious and out for revenge if we do that. And anyway my father may not believe what we have done. We could try to give the knife to him but clearly this has the twin dangers of both getting it to him and giving it to him when he doesn’t trust me.
We decide to go along with any plan Mercury comes up with to steal the Fairborn as it’s better in her hands than the hands of the Hunters. We can only hope that after I have three gifts and I’m working for Mercury I will get an opportunity to destroy it. It’s not much of a plan.
That evening Mercury is in a celebratory mood. Rose has been to Geneva and is back. She tells us what she has seen: the same as Gabriel. Clay is staying in a house in the suburbs of Geneva. There are at least twenty Hunters in the area around the city, which is nothing to celebrate in my opinion. Pilot has left for Spain.
Mercury doesn’t sit, she stands and paces, but the fabric of her dress is dancing around in glee. She doesn’t seem to care how many Hunters there are. She wants the Fairborn and thinks Rose can steal it.
Gabriel says, ‘If Clay has it. Pilot has often been wrong.’
Rose says, ‘Pilot told me there’s a rota of people who guard the Fairborn. It’s Clay’s turn at the moment. Wherever he goes, the Fairborn goes.’
‘Getting it from Clay isn’t going to be easy.’
‘No, not easy,’ Mercury agrees. ‘But quite within the capability of my wonderful, darling, genius Rose of a White Witch, who has the talent to take anything, however securely it is kept.’
Rose blushes and giggles.
Mercury says, ‘Tomorrow, Rose, you and Gabriel go to the house, find the Fairborn and bring it to me.’
Just like that.
‘And how –?’ I begin.
Gabriel puts his hand on my arm. ‘It’s fine. We’ll be careful. Mercury is right. Rose is very good. Even Hunters are fooled by her mist. But we won’t take any chances. If the house is protected by trespass spells we won’t try. It would be impossible, even for Rose.’
Rose adds, ‘But Shites don’t like to use them in case fains get hurt. They wouldn’t want to kill a fain burglar. It can bring them into the limelight too much. Cleaning up after fains is a chore.’
I say, ‘So you’ll just walk into a house full of Hunters, pick up the knife and walk out again.’
‘They won’t see me,’ Rose says.
‘It’s too dangerous,’ I say to Gabriel.
‘You are becoming more fain than me,’ he says. ‘We’ll be careful.’
Mercury laughs again.
‘Then I’ll come too,’ I say.
Mercury says, ‘No. You stay here.’
I curse her and she laughs. There is a clap of thunder above the cottage and hairpins spin around the room.
‘And the girl?’ Rose asks.
‘Ah yes. The girl …’ Mercury looks to Gabriel. ‘What did you say her name was?’
‘Annalise. Annalise O’Brien.’
And when Gabriel says her name it doesn’t make sense. Annalise can’t be trying to find Mercury. She can’t need Mercury’s help.
Gabriel asks me what’s wrong.
When I don’t answer he stares hard at me. ‘You know her?’
I don’t know what to say.
‘She’s the one you … like?’ And I can see the disgust on his face.
I say to Mercury, ‘I need to see her. She’s a friend.’
‘How lovely.’ Rose blushes.
Mercury stares at me too, her eyes flashing wildly. ‘A friend? Who arrives just as your birthday approaches, just as Geneva fills with Hunters?’
Mercury says to Rose, ‘You are going to get the Fairborn tomorrow night.’ She stands to leave and goes to the door but then turns back and says to Gabriel, ‘Make sure Nathan doesn’t see the girl. Not yet. I need to think about her.’