The Dani Daily
147 Days AWC
Dudes—Listen Up if You Wanna Survive!
A few simple rules and regs will keep you alive!
1. Skintight clothes or nothing at all! Don’t be bashful, don’t be shy. Don’t leave no place for a book to hide. The fecker’s on the rampage, has been for weeks! Need to be seeing with your own eyeballs ain’t nothing hiding on your peeps.
2. No splitting up! Do NOT go anywhere alone. That’s when it gets you! If you see a book, DON’T PICK IT UP!!!!!
3. Don’t leave your hidey-holes at night! Don’t know why, but it likes the dark. Yes, I’m talking about the SINSAR DUBH. I said it, you heard me. You dudes who ain’t been seeing my rags, it’s a book of dark magic created by the Unseelie King almost a million years ago. Past time you know the truth. If you pick it up, it will make you KILL EVERYBODY AROUND YOU, starting with the peeps you love. Start following the rules! No deviations, no stupid fecking
The bottom half had been torn off, but I didn’t need to see any more. I’d really just wanted to know the date. I’d missed her birthday. Chocolate on chocolate, she’d said. I’d planned to make her a cake myself. I’d throw a belated party for her, even if it was just the two of us.
Hardly something the Unseelie King would think about: birthday parties for humans.
“You might have all night, but some of us don’t,” Barrons growled over his shoulder.
I stuffed the paper in my pocket and hurried to catch up. We’d parked the Viper a block away. The queen wore a hooded cloak and was wrapped in blankets.
“You have all night tonight and tomorrow night and all eternity for that matter. So how long were you dead this time?” I asked, needling him.
The rattle moved in his throat.
I took a perverse pleasure in irritating him. “A day? Three? Five? What does it depend on? How badly you’re injured?”
“If I were you, Ms. Lane, I’d never bring that up again. You think you’re suddenly a major player because you went through that Silver—”
“I left Christian at the mirror. I found him in the prison,” I cut him off.
His mouth snapped shut, then, “Why the fuck does it always take you so long to tell me the important things?”
“Because there are always so many important things,” I said defensively. “Her hair’s dragging again.”
“Pick it up. My hands are full.”
“I’m not touching her.”
He shot me a look. “Issues much, Ms. Concubine?”
“She’s not even the real queen,” I said irritably. “Not the one that ruined the concubine’s life. I just don’t like Fae. I’m a sidhe-seer, remember?”
“Are you?”
“Why are you so pissed at me? It’s not my fault who I am. The only thing that’s my fault is what I choose to do with it.”
He gave me a sidelong glance that said, That might be the only intelligent thing you’ve said tonight.
I looked past him to the wrecked fa?ade of Chester’s ahead, and for a moment it looked eerily like a ruin of standing stones, black against a blue-black sky, from a faraway time and another place. A full moon hung above it, wearing a halo of crimson, round fat face splattered with craters of blood. More Fae changes in our world.
“When you get inside, go to the stairs and one of them will escort you up. Go directly to the stairs,” he said pointedly. “Try not to get in trouble or cause a riot on the way.”
“I don’t think that’s a fair statement. Life isn’t always chaotic around me.”
“Like when isn’t it?”
“Like when I’m …” I thought a minute. “Alone,” I finished pissily. “Or asleep.” I didn’t ask about my parents. It felt … wrong, as if I no longer had any right to ask questions about Jack and Rainey Lane. It made my heart hurt. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll meet you inside.”
“Because if I knew whatever secret back entrance you’re about to use,” I said sarcastically, “I might broadcast it to all the Fae, is that it?” He trusted me even less now that he thought I was the king’s mortal lover. How would he treat me if he thought I was the Big Bad himself?
“Move it, Ms. Lane,” was all he said.