Chapter 3
“Chase! Chase!” Delilah scrambled to her feet,
still breathing heavily.
I let go of her, seeing that she was all right,
and ran over to Trillian’s side. He was staring at the last
sparkles of the portal as they faded slowly. Magic still
reverberated through the air, but the pull—the siren song—was
gone.
And so was Chase.
“Chase! Chase! Where the hell are you? Chase?” I
called for him, not really expecting an answer. Finally, I turned
back to stare bleakly at where the portal had been. “What
happened?”
“I had hold of him, but something from the other
side was stronger—while we didn’t see any hands, I guarantee you,
there was something holding on to him. We played tug-of-war, but
then he slipped out of my grasp. He didn’t run through that portal
on his own—he was yanked in. He might have been drawn to it, but he
didn’t go willingly.”
Chase’s scream echoed in my ears. “Great Mother,
what took him?”
Trillian shook his head. “I don’t know. But
whatever it was, it was big and mean and felt old as the world
itself.” He gave me a long look. “I tried to hold him, Camille. I
tried.” A broken look crossed his face. Trillian held no real love
for Chase, but he would never have willingly let go.
“I know.” I pressed my hand to his cheek and
kissed him softly. “We have to find out what this thing is . . .
was. And why it opened up here.”
Delilah stared at the sparkles as they
scattered, dissipating. Tears streamed down her face. “Oh, Chase .
. . is he . . . do you think he’s dead?”
I swallowed the rising bitterness that rolled in
my stomach. “I don’t know. We can only pray he’s okay.”
Smoky and Shade stared somberly at the
spot.
Smoky let out a soft growl. “What next? How do
we even hope to find him?”
I bit my lip. “Delilah’s right. We bring in
Aeval. Ask her to suss out the energy. She’s our only hope. I’m to
pledge to her Court in less than a week. And remember: She owes me
a favor for breaking her free from the crystal in the cave. I’ll
call in my marker, ask her to help us with this.”
“That’s a big marker to give up.” Smoky slid his
arm around my shoulders. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“We can’t just let Chase get swallowed up by . .
. whatever that is. Was. Yeah, I think we
have to get the Triple Threat involved.”
Delilah nodded. “When will you go talk to
them?”
The urgency in her voice made me wonder—could
she still have feelings for the detective? But I knew the answer.
Of course she did, and always would. But her love for him was
different now—that of a dearly beloved friend, a brother. He was no
longer her lover. And I felt the same way. Chase was part of our
extended family. And family wasn’t disposable, contrary to what my
father thought.
“Tonight. I’m exhausted, but this can’t wait.
Don’t wait up for me. I’ll go alone. The Triple Threat have no love
for Smoky, and I don’t think they want a stranger on their land,
Shade.”
“I’ll come with you.” Delilah glanced at me, her
eyes flashing. “Don’t even say no.”
“All right. Trillian, can you drive Smoky and
Shade home in the Jeep? We’ll take my Lexus.”
“As you wish, my sweet.” Trillian motioned to
the two dragons, and they turned to go. Delilah tossed him the
keys, and then we watched as they vanished into the snowbound
night. I’d been surprised when I found out he’d quietly gone off
and gotten his license with no problem. Trillian was an excellent
driver, but he had a thirst for speed.
I turned back to the area around where the
portal had been. “You okay, Kitten?” A glance at her showed she was
still crying.
“Yeah, I’m okay, but Chase . . . did it kill
him?” She closed her eyes and I could tell she was searching,
hoping to find some sense that he was still around. I lightly
touched her on the arm.
“Let’s go. We can’t help him by just standing
here.” Reluctantly, I turned and she followed me, her head down. As
we jogged back to the car, I kept thinking that if Chase hadn’t
drunk the Nectar of Life, he might not be in this
predicament.
Yes, but he’d be dead, a
voice inside whispered. And would that be any
better?
“Perhaps,” I whispered beneath my breath.
Because what I’d sensed on the other side of the portal was old
beyond reckoning, and the elder forces of the Earth could be
terribly fierce. “Just perhaps.”
The drive out to the compound took us half an
hour in the blowing snow, and I gave a breath of thanks that Morio
had insisted I get snow tires on the Lexus. The thought of him
home, still hurting, rankled. But he was healing up and would be
good to go within a couple of months. The attack from the hungry
ghosts had left him weakened, and regaining life force was a lot
harder than just regaining physical health. Hungry ghosts sucked
out life energy, and there was no quick fix for regaining that.
Keeping him and Menolly apart had been a chore
in itself. They’d bonded when Sharah used some of Menolly’s blood
to keep Morio from dying, and like it or not, the two had a
thing for each other now. Both had been
very conscientious about not staying in the same room alone
together, but I feared it would only get worse once Morio grew
stronger. The tension when they were together drove me nuts. It
wasn’t that I was terribly jealous—if they ended up sleeping
together, fine. I could handle that even though I’d prefer they
didn’t. But I had to admit to myself, I didn’t want him in
love with her. And right now, I wasn’t sure
just what he felt beyond the lust.
And I—I had my own secrets. Secrets that could
lead Smoky to murder. I’d had no choice at the time—or rather, the
only other option I’d had was worse than the fate I’d chosen.
However you sliced it, this Solstice promised to be less than merry
at our house.
As I navigated the ice and snow, Delilah stared
out the window. “So tell me about Iris. What happened? And don’t
give me any bull. Of course she needs to tell me herself, but you
were there. What went on?”
I bit my lip. We’d been gone only a few days,
but it seemed like a lifetime. “She found Vikkommin. Or rather,
what was left of him. Apparently . . . it’s a long story, Delilah,
and I don’t feel like talking about it. But she proved . . . she
won back her right to have children. She was responsible, but there were extenuating
circumstances.”
Delilah let out a long sigh. “She’s powerful,
our Iris.”
“More powerful than you know, and the powers
they stripped away from her are returning. Everyone thinks of house
sprites as cute, winsome little creatures who exist to be cleaning
machines, but they’re so very wrong. Iris could probably level the
three of us if she were mad enough. I don’t ever want to see her
have to use her powers the way she did against Vikkommin. It nearly
destroyed her the first time.”
“But she’s free now? To marry Bruce?”
“Yes, and to have children. I’m not sure that
will be enough for her, though.” I paused at a red light, then
turned onto the freeway entrance, gaining speed as I pushed the car
into higher gear. The traffic was light this time of night, and it
was cold enough that the snow was sticking to the road. By morning,
it would be another solid sheet of black ice. “This weather’s
crazy. We need a break. Have they said when it’s going to stop
snowing and go back to rain?”
“We’re in an Arctic cold snap—it’s supposed to
last another week or two and then gradually warm back up. And what
do you mean, you’re not sure that will be enough?” Kitten fidgeted,
tugging on the seat belt.
“Something happened out there on the ice fields,
and before you ask, no—I don’t know what. But Iris returned, both
happy and pensive. Something’s in the works with her. But you know
how close-lipped she is. Until she’s ready, she’s not going to
dish.”
I sped up, matching the speed of the oncoming
cars, and darted left into the next lane, then left again so we’d
be away from the upcoming exit-only lanes. As I eased into the
speed—we weren’t going that fast, considering the weather—I let out
a sigh and relaxed.
“So what about you? Sharah cleared you for
combat?”
Delilah grinned. “Yeah, and boy am I ready for
it. I hate being on bed rest. But I need to work out. Eight weeks
of sitting around the house has turned my body to jelly, and she
warned me the first few weeks are going to hurt when I start using
my muscles again. She’s had me on some physical therapy, but the
muscles are tight and they’re going to pull.” She sobered then.
“What do you think happened to Chase?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea, Kitten, but what I
sensed on the other side of that portal wasn’t altogether friendly.
You . . . you aren’t having second thoughts, are you?”
She looked startled. “You mean about Shade and
Chase? No—not at all. But I still love Chase, dearly. He was my
first love, and you don’t just blow that off, not unless the person
hurt you. I adore Shade; he’s good for me. But Chase . . . he’s our
detective, you know?”
I smiled softly. “Yes, I know. He’s our
detective. He’s family.”
As we sped along the road, an easy silence fell
between us then, one born of being who we were. None of the three
of us needed constant chatter, though Delilah liked to keep the TV
on for background noise. Both Menolly and I were content with
silence or background music.
“Do you ever think about the future?” she asked
after a little while.
“What do you mean? Are you talking about Shadow
Wing?”
“Yes . . . No. Maybe? I mean, if we do manage to
stop him, what then? Are we going home to Otherworld? You’re
married to Smoky, Morio, and Trillian. I’m with Shade and bound to
the Autumn Lord. Menolly is in love with Nerissa, who’s an
Earthside Were. Our lives are bound up on both sides. And you . .
.” She stopped suddenly. “Never mind.”
“No,” I whispered. “Go ahead and say it. I can’t
go home to Y’Elestrial because Father disowned me.”
“If Queen Tanaquar lifts the ban, would
you?”
“Would I go back? Maybe. But I don’t know now .
. . even if Father comes around, I’ll always remember that he cut
me off. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive him for that.
And Y’Elestrial is all bound up with memories of our childhood. I
don’t know if I could go home again. At least not to there. Maybe
Dahnsburg—Feddrah Dahns and his father like me.”
As I thought of the unicorns, I smiled. I’d
recently received a missive from King Uppala-Dahns exonerating me
of killing the Black Unicorn. In fact, I’d become somewhat of a
folk hero there, for freeing the Black Beast to reincarnate as per
legend. But I hadn’t told my sisters about it. For one thing, it
sounded a little like bragging. For another, I hadn’t had time to
fully process the whole situation.
“Now there’s a thought,” Delilah said, giggling.
“The unicorn city. I still haven’t seen it—and I’d like to.”
“Maybe we’ll get a chance to go there. Next time
we need a break, let’s take a vacation—we can skip Y’Elestrial and
go via the Elqaneve Barrows. We should check in with Queen Asteria,
anyway.” Ever since my father had disowned me, my sisters and I had
quit the Otherworld Intelligence Agency and gone to work for the
Elfin Queen.
“There—there’s our turn,” I said, veering back
into the right lane as I checked over my shoulder to make sure we
were clear. The night sky was silvery as the snow continued to
fall, and the exit ramp was slippery—we skidded slightly as I
slowed, but I managed to keep us from fishtailing, and then we
turned east and headed toward the compound.
The Triple Threat—as I’d dubbed the Court of the
Three Queens—owned a thousand-acre compound northeast of Seattle,
buttressed in the foothills of the Cascade Mountain Range.
Earlier in the year, the government had set the
Earthside Fae Queens a limit—they could buy up and hold five
thousand acres of land for now, with the possibility of expansion
in the future. This land would be considered a Sovereign nation,
and a treaty had been ironed out with the understanding that it
would stand only if no threats were made against the government or
the people of the United States by the Earthside Fae who signed up
on the rolls.
Titania, the Queen of Light and Morning, and
Aeval, the Queen of Shadow and Night, had agreed. And they’d forced
Morgaine, the half-Fae Queen of Dusk and Twilight by default, to
agree to the terms. Although I had the feeling Morgaine hadn’t been
asked for her opinion, the three Queens had agreed to name their
nation Talamh Lonrach Oll—loosely translated as the Land of
Brilliant Apples.
As we wound through the foothills toward the Fae
Nation, I began to feel the energy a good five miles before we were
there. In the darkness, the trees glowed and sparkles skittered
across the road, making me smile. I loved the magic out
here—especially at night, for Aeval and Morgaine were both
connected with the Moon Mother, as was I.
We eased onto the road leading to the towering
silver-plated gates that had been erected across the driveway
leading in.
I wasn’t due to show up until the Solstice. The
guards seemed surprised to see us, but they waved us through once
they realized who we were. As we pulled in, the road veered to the
left, toward a major parking lot. Cars weren’t permitted beyond
this point. It was either walk or take a horse-drawn cart or a
bicycle.
Easing into a parking space, I turned off the
ignition and opened my window. The sound of magic filled the air.
Not everyone could hear it, not even all of the Fae, though the
average person might get a humming that irritated them or a
headache from a buzzing in the ears, but I could. Soft and on the
wind, like a thousand dancing chimes.
Delilah scratched her neck. “I feel like ants
are crawling on me.”
“That’s magic,” I said softly. “Come on, you’ll
get used to it after a little bit and won’t notice it so
much.”
We climbed out of the car and locked it. No use
taking chances—our father’s people generally weren’t trustworthy
unless they’d given their word of honor, and even then, I was
cautious.
“Over there.” I pointed to the stalls where we
could borrow a horse and cart. I had no intention of walking all
the way to the palace barrows. I was tired from the trip with Iris
and felt like I’d never warm up, though compared to the Northlands
this storm was a spring breeze.
The woman who was manning the stables gave us
the once-over, then broke out in a smile. “Welcome, Otherworld
Sisters. You have need of a cart?” Her voice was clipped, and I
realized she wasn’t used to speaking English. She must have
recently come out of the forests.
There were still enough wild places that some of
the Fae remained relatively untouched by society, but that was
dwindling and pretty soon I feared there would be a struggle
between the FBHs and the Earthside Fae over territory.
Andy Gambit, tabloid reporter for the Seattle Tattler who did his best to make our lives a
spectacle, was afraid of those of us from Otherworld, but the fact
was, he’d better keep a watch in his own backyard first. We were
far less of a threat than the Earthside Fae who had quietly
absorbed the shock of deforestation and development for the past
hundred and fifty years.
“Thank you.” I accepted the reins to the covered
cart. It was a two-seater, with one horse to guide it. As Delilah
and I settled ourselves inside, I realized that although the buggy
would protect us from the majority of the snow, it wouldn’t do much
against the cold. Delightful.
“Do you remember how to drive one of these
things?” Delilah glanced at me, then at the horse. “It’s been a
while.”
“Not that long.” I paused, testing the reins.
Truthfully, it had been a good two years or so since I’d sat behind
the reins of a buggy, but I’d spent a hell of a lot more time than
that driving one when I lived in Otherworld. And, after one mistake
of reaching for the gas pedal, the feel of the leather in my hands
came back and I tsked to the horse, keeping
a steady hold on the reins.
A thousand acres is a surprisingly large area
when you’re cold, and snow is blowing in your face. I blinked
against the flakes as they landed on my eyelashes, grateful for
waterproof mascara, and guided the horse through the middle of the
cobblestone street. The stones were covered with packed snow and
ice, and more than once I was actually relieved we were in a buggy
and not the car. The Triple Threat seemed averse to shoveling snow,
and the horse was now plowing us through a good ten inches of the
white stuff. Up here in the Cascade foothills, it snowed more
often, and with more depth than in the lowlands or the sea-level
cities.
By now, the only visibility came from the
silver-dark sky and the lights shining to the sides in barrow
houses, where the Earthside Fae—those who had been accepted into
Talamh Lonrach Oll as actual inhabitants—lived.
The member rolls were far greater than the
inhabitants. So far. What the government
would think when they saw how many Fae there really were, was yet
to be seen. Although FBHs had accepted—some more reluctantly than
others—that they were not the only beings on the planet, I had a
feeling they weren’t going to be comfortable when they knew the
full extent of just how many Fae there really were in the world. Or
vampires. Or Weres. Or Cryptos, for that matter. The fairy-tale
stories had opened up and come to life. The monsters had come out
from under the bed, and we were among them.
“Would you want to live here?” Delilah asked,
gazing at the lights that shimmered by the sides of the road.
I gave her a faint smile. “I don’t think so. I
doubt if they’d accept Smoky into their hearts . . . or even Morio.
Trillian, maybe—even though he’s a Svartan and they’re actually
part of the elven line. And Svartans and elves don’t mix
well.”
“Svartans and Fae don’t mix well.” She blushed.
“I’m sorry Menolly and I gave you such a hard time about him all
these years. Now that we’ve gotten to really know him—”
“You mean, now that you’ve been forced to live
with him?”
“That, too.” She ducked her head, grinning.
“He’s really a pretty good guy. I still think he’s arrogant as
hell, but that’s just his nature. He loves you, he dotes on you, he
helps out with the household, and he adores Maggie.”
“Well, thank you for finally noticing.” I
reached over and bopped her on the nose.
“Anyway, you were saying?”
“What? Oh, would I want to live here?” I let out
a long sigh. “Don’t get me wrong—I think what Titania and Aeval are
doing is a good thing. And it is beautiful. The magic sings to me.
But it’s cold, Kitten. The magic leaves me cold and feeling alone.
Like starlight—it’s brilliant, but it’s so far from anything you
can touch or feel that it’s almost . . . empty.”
The horse’s quiet clipping of hooves on
snow-covered cobblestones soothed my nerves as we wound our way
through the maze of paths and trails. A lot of construction was
going on, and it looked like houses and barrow mounds were
springing up all over the place.
None of the houses were over a single story,
though—and all were cottagelike in structure. No electricity lines
crossed through the land, nor would they. I knew that Titania and
Aeval had insisted on that—the power to fuel these homes would come
from magic, and solar and geothermal energy. From the wind and from
sun and from steam.
Eye catchers glimmered along the paths, marking
each new street. It seemed odd to see the shimmering lights over
here, Earthside, but I had a feeling that more than a little
crossover was happening. Otherworld was borrowing some of
Earthside’s technology, and the Earthside Fae were latching onto
some of the wonders back in Otherworld. It rang odd, like the two
worlds were reuniting, in their own way . . . roots long torn apart
winding back together again.
With so many of the portals that connected the
realms going rogue, and the veil separating Otherworld from
Earthside tearing in places, I wondered how long it would be before
everything imploded and the two worlds spiraled in on each other
again.
When Otherworld had split off during the Great
Divide, the yawning chasm in the astral plane had eventually
created an unnatural tension that kept stretching, pulling at the
edges of the veil. But the spirit seals had kept everything neat
and tidy and divided. Until now.
“What do you think will happen if the worlds
come back together again? From what Aeval has told me, it was a
cataclysm when they split—earthquakes, volcanoes erupting,
unnatural weather in the areas least hit by the ripping of the
fabric of space and time.” I glanced over at Delilah. “I think I’m
scared that it’s already happening, and if it’s inevitable, if the
spirit seals fail, then what does the future hold for both of our
worlds? There are so many more people now. Thousands could
die.”
She pressed her lips together and stared at the
window. “I don’t know,” she said after a moment. “We can speculate
all we want and we won’t know if we come up with the real answer. I
guess . . . we won’t know until it happens. If it happens. Earthside is already crowded . . .
can you imagine the mess if all the people back home were dumped
into this space? And what will happen to the landscape? I just
can’t imagine it.”
I clucked and lightly pulled on the reins to
slow the horse down. We were almost there. “You’re right, of
course. How can we possibly envision what it would be like? We can
guess, but too much thinking about it is going to drive me nuts.
Anyway, here we are . . . the Court Barrows.”
The palace was beautiful, but less ostentatious
than anything back in Otherworld. Nestled beneath a giant barrow
mound, the palace held three courts—one for Aeval, one for Titania,
and one for Morgaine. The grass over the mounds was rich and green
under the snow, and the towering firs around the palace stood
sentinel, watching over the land.
During the spring, the barrow mound would abound
with flower gardens of all kinds, and huge, sweeping ferns, and at
the center of each barrow—atop the central point—stood an oak tree.
They were growing faster than any normal oak, fed by magic and the
strength of Faerie.
As we pulled up close to the guards stationed in
front of the Court of Darkness, I sucked in a deep breath. Within a
week, I’d be pledged to this land, pledged to Aeval. And my father
would forever disown me.
“I have no choice,” I whispered to the trailing
flakes that lightly kissed my collar as I slipped out of the buggy.
“The Moon Mother wills it . . . and I am her daughter.”
“What?” Delilah glanced over at me. “Camille,
are you okay?”
I shivered, pulling my cape closer around me. “I
don’t know. Things are changing for me, Kitten. I’m worried I won’t
be up to the challenge.”
“Well, worry about that when it comes. Because
if I can face my training as a Death Maiden, you can face it as a
priestess. Even though it means you’re going to have to cozy up to
our cousin Morgaine.”
And with a grin, she shot a snowball at
me.
The snow hit me square in the face and broke me
out of my reflection. I snorted, then dashed it away and headed for
the entryway. She was right. We had work to do. Now. Chase was
depending on us. And that was as close to wallowing in depression
as I was going to let myself get.
“Come on, Kitten. Let’s go have tea with a Fae
Queen.” I motioned to her and she fell in beside me as we entered
the Court of the Three Queens.