Fever 4 - DreamFever (17 page)

  I jerked. "What do you mean, gone?"

   "Missing. He disappeared when the Fae realm supplanted Ban Drochaid, the white
stones where the Keltar perform the ritual. He was in the circle when it happened."

  "Well, where did he go?" I demanded, looking from Barrons to V'lane.

  "If we knew that, he wouldn't be missing," Barrons said dryly.

  "Impossible to say," said V'lane, "although we have been searching. My queen is
deeply distressed to have lost one of her Keltar Druids at such a critical time. His
uncles, too, seek him."

  "He's been missing for two months?" I was horrified. Where was the young, sexy
Scotsman? Don't let him be in Faery, I thought, being made Pri-ya! He had just the
kind of extraordinary good looks that appealed to the Fae. I hated asking the next
question. "Do we know if he's alive? Does either of you have some mystical way of
determining that?"

  They shook their heads.

   I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes. Damn. Christian was the only man I'd met
since arriving in Dublin that I'd actually trusted--well, more than anyone else, at
least--and now he was gone. I refused to believe he was dead. That would be giving up
on him. I would never give up on any of my humans.

   Not only did I like him, I needed him. He was a walking lie detector. His ability to
discern truth from fiction was a talent I'd been itching to put to use. And it was these
two standing in this very room that I'd wanted to test it on. I narrowed my eyes. How
very convenient for both of them that he'd disappeared when he had.

  I was worried for Christian. I was disappointed that I'd lost the opportunity to force
some answers.

  But I hadn't lost all my opportunities.

  "Get your things," Barrons said. "Let's go. Now."

  "MacKayla comes with me," said V'lane. "You cannot protect her parents. You
cannot sift. She will not choose you."

   There was enough testosterone in the room for an entire army of men, and I wasn't
immune to it. Even without glamour, V'lane was more seductive than any human male
alive. And Barrons--well, the body remembered and reveled in every moment of it. The
two of them turning it up at the same time made it a little hard to breathe.

  I looked from one to the other, considering my options. They watched in silence,
waiting for me to make my choice.

  I stepped toward Barrons.

   His dark gaze glittered with triumph. I could feel the smugness rolling off him, nearly
as strong as the sexual charge he was throwing my way.

 "Think hard and fast," V'lane hissed. "It would be unwise to alienate me,
MacKayla."

  I was thinking hard and fast.

   I closed my hand around Barrons' forearm. He could not have looked more pleased if
I'd just gazed up at him with doe eyes and told him he was my world.

  I locked my hand down, dug my nails into his flesh, and held on.

   His eyes narrowed, then flared, and then I was no longer seeing him at all, because
I'd pushed, pushed, pushed violently, stabbed myself brutally deep into his mind with
the special sidhe-seer talent that had fully wakened in his bed.

   I wanted answers. I wanted to know why there was so much animosity between these
two. I wanted to know who to trust, who was not the better man but at least the slightly
less-bad one.

  I pushed, seeking any breach I could exploit, and suddenly I was--

  In Faery!

  It had to be. The scenery was impossibly lush, the colors too rich, vivid, so full of
tone they had texture, like that first beach V'lane had taken me to months ago, where I'd
played volleyball with Alina, when he'd given me the gift of seeing her again, if only in
an illusion. But this was no beach--this was the Fae court!

  Brilliantly colored silk chaises were scattered around a dais. Trees sprouted leaves
and flowers of incomprehensible color and dimension. The breeze smelled of jasmine
and sandalwood and some other scent that I imagined heaven--if such a place existed--
would smell like.

 I wanted to look around. I wanted to see the queen on her dais, but I couldn't turn
my/our gaze toward it because I was a passenger in his head, and I was--

  Inside Barrons' body.

  I was strong.

  I was cold.

  I was mighty, and they didn't even know just how mighty I was.

  They didn't recognize me, the fools.

  I was danger.

  I was everything they should fear, but they'd lived so long that they'd forgotten fear. I
would teach them.

  I would remind them.

   I was with a Fae Princess, buried deep inside her. She throbbed around me. She was
energy, she was empty, she was sex that devoured. Her nails were on my shoulders,
clawing. I was more pleasure than any of her princes could ever be. I was full. I was

inexhaustible. It was why she'd sought me. Word had spread, as I'd meant it to, and,
bored, jaded, she'd come for me, as I'd known she would.

  I'd spent months at court, in her bed, watching, learning, studying the Seelie court.
Seeking answers. Hunting the bloody damned Book.

   But now I was bored, and I'd learned all there was to know from them, because they
were fools who drank again and again from a mystical cauldron to make themselves
forget. As if forgetting eradicated the sin.

  I needed them to remember.

  They couldn't.

  But I could make them remember fear.

  V'lane was watching me, as he'd been watching me from the moment I'd taken his
princess, waiting for her to be his again, certain she would; after all, they were
immortal. They were gods. They were invincible. Waiting for that moment when I was
no longer her protected plaything so he could destroy me.

  GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

  I dug my nails into Barrons' arm and cried out.

  He was fighting me. Resisting. He'd shoved me out of the princess's body, sent me
tumbling, end over end, from his memory at the Fae court.

  I was on the fringes of his mind, reeling from the unexpected ejection.

  I gathered myself, forged myself into a missile of sheer will, and fired back at the
blockade he'd erected. I'M NOT DONE YET!

    I ricocheted off a smooth black wall and knew instantly it was impenetrable. He was
stronger than me. I couldn't get through it. I would end up ramming myself to death on
it if I tried.

  But I wasn't about to admit defeat. I harnessed the velocity of that ricochet like a
boomerang, made a last-minute course adjustment, and veered sideways.

   Whatever was behind that wall would remain concealed, but I could get something
else. I knew I could.

  And suddenly there I was again, standing--

  At Fae court, looking down at the princess--

  Barrons slammed a wall up in front of me. But not fast enough.

  I blasted through it.

  I was Barrons and she was on the ground and I was laughing--

  He slammed up another wall but didn't get it reinforced fast enough.

  I toppled it.

  The bitch was dead.

  He slammed one more wall up. Too little, too late.

  I shattered it right out of existence.

  Every Fae in the queen's court was screaming, fleeing for their lives, because the
unthinkable had happened.

  One of their own had ceased to exist.

  One of their own had been killed.

  By me/Barrons/us.

  I was choking, sputtering, trying desperately to breathe, and I realized with horror
that it wasn't the Barrons/Mac persona that was choking. It was my body.

  I pulled back, yanked back, stumbled back, ripped myself from Barron's mind. It
wasn't easy to untangle us.

  His hand was on my throat.

  Mine was on his.

  "What the fuck?" V'lane exploded. It was the most human sentence I'd ever heard
him utter. He'd been watching us but had no idea what had happened.

  Our battle had been a private one.

  Barrons and I stared at each other.

  We released each other's throats at the same moment.

  I backed up a step.

  He didn't. But then, I hadn't expected him to.

  "You really can kill V'lane!" I exclaimed. "That's why he won't let you near him.
You can kill him. How?"

  Barrons said nothing. I'd never seen him so still, so silent.

  I whirled on V'lane. "How?" I demanded. I was shaking. Barrons could kill Fae. It
was no wonder the Shades left him alone. "Did he have the spear or the sword?" But I
knew in my bones that it had been neither of those weapons. The wall he'd thrown up
had shielded the answer. Whatever weapon he'd used, it was not one I knew.

  V'lane said nothing.

  "What does he have on you?" I cried, exasperated.

  "Decide, Ms. Lane," Barrons said, behind me.

  "Choose," V'lane agreed.

  "Go to hell, both of you! New world. New rules. New me. Don't call me. I'll call
you."

  "To call me, you will require my name back," V'lane said.

  "So it can fail me again when I need it?"

   "It failed only during that brief time when all magic was down. Such a moment is
impossible to sustain. Darroc will not attempt it again. He does not need to. He achieved
his end."

  "I'll think about it," I said. And I would. All weapons. Good.

  Something clattered to the floor at my feet. It was a cell phone.

  I didn't turn. "What's that for? Duh, no towers, remember?" I mocked.

  "It works," said Barrons. He paused heavily, the better to emphasize his coup de
gr�ce. "It always did."

  My breathing stopped. What he was saying was not possible. I spun, searched his
eyes. "The power was down! My call to Dani was disconnected. I never got service
back!" I knew. I'd kept checking all night.

  He moved toward me so quickly, I didn't see him coming and had no chance to react.
His body was pressed to mine, his lips were against my ear.

  I leaned into him and inhaled. I couldn't help myself.

  He whispered, "O ye of little faith. Not for IYD."

  It was the number he'd programmed into my cell, which stood for If You're Dying.

  "But you didn't even try."

  His tongue touched my ear. Then he was gone.

I   sat on the edge of the sofa, rubbing my eyes. I needed sleep in the worst way, but I
suffered few illusions that I was going to get any.

  My encounter with V'lane and Barrons had left me too wired for words, and soon the
abbey would be waking up, and I'd have a whole new set of challenges to face.

    I stroked the glittering beauty of my spear.

 True to form, V'lane had returned it when I'd demanded he leave. After reassuring
myself with its comforting weight, I tucked it back into my shoulder holster.

  I toed my old backpack over by the strap and dug around in it for my journal. I was
surprised to find it. I thought someone would have confiscated it. I figured it was a
pretty safe assumption both Rowena and Barrons had read it.

   I rubbed the embossed leather cover, grateful to see it again, as if it were an old
friend. Since Alina had been killed, I'd filled three notebooks with feelings,
speculations, and plans. At first, I'd begun keeping a journal as a sort of tribute to her, a
way to somehow connect to her memory.

  Then I'd learned I could pour my grief into its pages, instead of hurting my parents
with it. Finally, I'd discovered what my older sister had known all along: that it was an
invaluable tool for sorting thoughts, clarifying and refining them, and planning future
action.

   God, I missed her! What I would give to sit and talk with her again! To hug her and
tell her that I loved her. Since her death, I'd realized how few times I told her what she
meant to me. I'd always assumed she knew, that we'd have decades together, planning
each other's weddings, having baby showers, sending our children off to school
together, taking pictures at their proms: a lifetime of sisterhood. I steeled myself. No
time for emotion. When this was all over, I would wallow in grief. I would make V'lane
give her back to me again, in Faery. I would grant myself the balm of illusion. When all
this was over, I would deserve it.

  I flipped to a fresh page and began making notes of everything I'd learned recently. If
something happened to me, I wanted to leave as detailed a record behind as possible for
the next idiot who tried to do something about the mess we were all in.

� I can walk through wards. All of them? Or just certain ones?

� I'm immune to Fae glamour. Must test this on a Fae besides V'lane.

� Barrons can kill Fae. How? V'lane won't tell me. Why?

� Christian is missing. Is he alive?

� The Keltar ritual failed. What did they try and what went wrong? Must learn more
about Druid magic. Is it possible I can do Druid magic, too? V'lane said once that I had
only begun to discover what I was. Like Dani, I need to test my limits.

� Jayne is leading a civilian army that he's trained to eat Unseelie, protecting Dublin.
There are still people in the city. Where? Should we try to move them out, to a safer
place?

� Iron has some kind of effect on the Fae. What does it do, and does it work the same on
every caste? How effective a weapon?

I made a second column on the page, a to-do list:

� Form troop to investigate IFPs.

� Form troop to collect iron to make weapons and bullets.

� Form troop to figure out how to make weapons and bullets.

� Get into the Forbidden Libraries. Find out: What is the Haven's prophecy, and who are
the current members? What are the five?

   Someone had been sending me pages of Alina's journal. From her notes, I'd learned
that in order to do whatever it was my sister had been trying to do (I assumed stop the
Book and drive the Fae from our world), she'd learned there was a prophecy known to
the Haven--which was the sidhe-seer's High Council--that said we needed three
things: the stones, the Book, and the five.