Baladar shook his head. “Queen Arianna, the shifters are fae. They are part fae, part human. The Tuatha never truly left the mecca, they just handed it off to their offspring. The full-blooded fae went back to the Otherworld because they are stronger on that side of the veil, but for all intents and purposes, you, Kade, and I are all fae.” He leaned back in his chair. “That is the knowledge that landed me in here.” He gestured around him.
Holy shifter. It was known that some shifters were descended from fae. This was the reason the Red Queen had so much power – she could trace her ancestry back to the fae. But the general gossip was that someone in her family had bred with the fae at some point. No one had ever stated that all shifters were actually descended from fae. This was much more than I thought. A fae with dual animal affinity was the creator of our entire race. And bear-wolf souls…
“Wolf and bear together…” Kade’s voice was deep and deadly calm.
Baladar nodded. “In the beginning they were one and the same. Other bear-wolf fae began to mate with humans, and more and more shifters were born. For some reason that combination of animal-affinity fae and human are the only ones who produced children. Other fae tried to mate with humans but it never resulted in a child.”
Geez, how many different types are fae were there?
“So magic born are descended from witch and fae?” My mind was reeling!
Baladar nodded, looking suddenly sad. “Only the bear-wolf shifter fae could mate with the humans to produce an offspring, but it was found that any fae could mate with a witch and create the powerful magic born. The dark Winter Court recognized early that the magic born were too powerful, and that’s why they wiped the witches out. The few magic born we have left are descended from witches that mated with the bear-wolf fae and were smuggled into hiding.”
Holy sweet shifter babies. I just sat there dumbfounded, thinking of what I would do if Violet didn’t exist. Another thought came to me then.
“The heirs? The familiars? How?” My brain was buzzing with this new knowledge and also lining it all up with what the fae treeling had told me. It had been the truth. It all made sense now.
Baladar smiled. “The heirs are born from the royal line of the Tuatha de Danann. You’re all descended from one of the four houses: Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall Courts. You also have more fae in your genetics than most shifters. Once it was known that the fae touched with animal souls were mating with humans, each court wanted to have their own children represented. It’s why you always have the four houses, Red, Green, Yellow, and Purple. One for each fae court. But you, Arianna, I must confess, you seem to me to be the most fae of them all.”
I stood so fast I knocked the chair over. “I’m … I’m going to need a bit of time to try and compute all of this information. It’s a lot…”
Baladar stood and bowed his head. “Yes, of course, My Lady. I apologize. Before you go though, I do have one question to ask you … when is your birthday?”
My heart was hammering in my chest. Why would he want to know that?
“December twenty-first,” I finally said. It was no secret. Public records were available on the current queen for all shifters to access.
Baladar nodded like he’d expected me to say that exact date. “Yes, I’m starting to get a very clear picture now. That’s an important date.”
Yep, I was born on it, so it was pretty important to me. But seriously, how could that be more interesting than the fact that all shifters were fae? Part fae, anyway. It made me feel sick for some reason and I didn’t know why. Hearing that we were bred like some prize or achievement for each court. Like animals. It was awful. I also had a sinking feeling in my gut that the House of Red didn’t stand for the Summer Court, a court which I associated with the good guys.
Sucking in a few deep breaths, I forced myself to remember my training, to remember that we might have a powerful ally in Baladar, and I needed to be polite.
“Thank you for all of your help today,” I said to him. “We’ll pick this up another time?”
He gave me a small smile. “Of course, My Lady.”
Kade had been very quiet for most of the story, although I could see a few veins bulging out of his forehead as he stared at butterfly covered plants.
When he turned and caught my eye, I almost stepped back. His copper irises were swirling, shadows visible in the depths of the molten color. He stood, and crossed over to stand behind me, closer than usual, his heat engulfing me and lessening the icy tendrils of shock coating my body.
“Well met,” he rumbled toward Baladar, before we both turned to traverse the halls and find the exit.
Holy crap, shifters were fae. Like actual Tuatha de Danann mixed with humans.
I’d been so distracted I’d missed the fact that Baladar was walking us out, only noticing when we reached the door and his hand stilled on the knob. “Calista is here,” he said, inhaling deeply.
My heart pinched a little. I could sense the sadness seeping from him. “When was the last time you saw her?”
He looked away; those pale eyes with lightning strikes through them were unfocused.
“We email each other every so often, but I haven’t seen her in many years.”
With that he ripped open the door. On the other side, hand raised, looking slightly flustered, was Blaine. Monica was on his right.
“You’ve been gone a while. We were starting to get worried,” the commander of my dominants said, his huge body blocking the doorway completely. He stepped aside then, allowing us to walk out.
Baladar tsk tsked Blaine. “Your queen was perfectly safe in my home.”
I noticed that Baladar stayed in the entryway; he made no attempted to walk out onto the front porch with us. He’d said he was banished here, as a punishment from the Red Queen; he literally could not walk out the door. There had to be a way to lift this banishment. It couldn’t be true that now that the queen was dead, his only way of being released had died with her. Baladar was very powerful, though. If there was a way, surely he’d have figured it out. Which made my heart clench just a little tighter. It was a long life to spend trapped in a cage.
The car door opened, distracting us all. Calista stepped out clutching her tablet; she was wide-eyed and clearly a bit nervous. I could see her white knuckles where she held the small electronic device. The air around us charged as Baladar moved as far forward in the doorway as he could. They had their eyes locked on each other. Calista stopped at the first step and the intensity of energy zapping around increased. They stared at each other like nothing else in the world existed.
“Hi,” Calista finally said. A simple greeting, but I could see the magic born’s face crumble.
“Calista…” Her name on his lips was like poetry. The saddest poem you had ever heard.
A loud screech broke the moment, and Kade lifted his head to the sky. Nix was descending, her huge wings washing shadows across us all as she landed on the bear’s arm. My line of sight dropped lower to where Finn was coming up the stairs. I reached out and ran my hand through his fur.
Where have you two been? I asked my familiar.