Night Myst (36 page)

“I need to examine you, Cicely.” Leo held up a small kit. “I brought my healer’s case when I got your water. You can’t get out of bed until we know what happened.”

“I
know
what happened.” I tried to shake him off.

“Grieve is sick and my wolf felt it. I tuned in to him. Let me up.”

“Sit still and allow Leo to do what he needs to,” Kaylin said, holding me fast. He was stronger than he looked. “Just what are you planning to do? Race out there into the wood to find him? Run right into Myst’s arms?”

Kaylin caught my gaze and I froze. He was right. What the hell could I do? Get myself caught? Out Grieve as a traitor? Resigned, I let Leo check me over. He listened to my heart, then took my temperature, and finally, using a cotton swab, he rubbed gently across the puncture wounds on my neck. I stared at the oozing liquid on the cotton.

“Crap, am I bleeding?”

“More . . . puslike. Either Lannan didn’t brush his fangs before he bit into you or . . . Hello, what’s this?” Leo held out the swab and murmured a few words I couldn’t hear, then watched. The tip of the swab where the droplets were had turned bright pink—fuchsia to be exact.

“What’s that mean?” I stared at it. Barring lipstick or flowers, anything that color couldn’t be good.

“Poison. You were poisoned . . . but not with anything like arsenic. This is . . . a bacteria? Virus maybe? You were infected with something when Lannan bit you, Cicely.” Leo looked at me, his meaning clear in his eyes.

“And when Grieve licked the wounds last night, he got some of whatever this is in his system. And he’s terribly sick. But why is he sick and I’m not? We both have Cambyra blood in us, so it can’t be against the Fae.”

Kaylin shook his head. “Maybe it’s not meant to hurt the Fae. But I still bet you anything Lannan’s fangs were coated with whatever this is.”

“If not the Fae then . . . oh . . .”

And I saw. The Indigo Court. The Vampiric Fae.

“Do you think . . . could the vampires have made their first attack against Myst? And could I be their weapon?” I pushed myself out of bed, striding to the dresser, where I leaned toward the mirror. I knew it—knew it in my gut. The vampires had used me as their own personal Typhoid Mary. “I wonder if this thing can spread? And if so . . .”

“If so, then the Indigo Court may be in for some casualties. Or at least a nasty bout of stomach flu.”

“Grieve’s sick. I can’t do a damned thing to help him right now. What if he dies? What if they used me to kill him?” I whirled around. “I need to speak to Lannan.
Now
!”

“You can’t,” Leo said. “Lannan’s asleep for the day. You won’t be able to talk to him until tonight.”

“Then I’m heading out to Dovetail Lake. Lainule may know something about this and by gods, she’s going to tell me.” Frantic, terrified I’d lost Grieve a second time, I raced down the stairs, Kaylin and Leo on my heels.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Leo grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around. “I think you should just wait . . . wait until I can talk to the vampires tonight.”

He knows something,
Ulean whispered.

I stared at him. There was a flicker in his eyes. Ulean was right—his eyes read guilt all the way through. “What do you know about this? Tell me. Now! Before I bitch-slap you across the room.
And trust me, I could do it.
”

Leo backed away. “I can’t tell you.”

“You’d better tell me. I learned to fight in the streets, boy, and you’re smart enough to know you’d better not piss me off.” I started for him, fists clenched.

Leo jumped back another step and held up his hands.

“Okay! Okay . . . stop. Don’t hurt yourself. Or me.” He paused, then shook his head. “Sit down and I’ll tell you what I know. But if Geoffrey finds out, I might as well impale myself on a pitchfork.”

I crossed my arms, waiting. “This better be good.”

“Good? Not likely. But the truth.” His eyes flickered and he let out a long sigh. “I heard Geoffrey and Lannan talking—neither one knows I eavesdropped and if they find out, I’m toast. They were discussing the best way to get in a first attack on the Indigo Court. Someone—not Crawl, but someone of his stature in the Vampire Nation, has apparently figured out a virus that affects the Vampiric Fae. It spreads through close contact, like kissing, hugging, shaking hands.”

“Or sex and feeding on blood.”

“Right. And it causes a massive breakdown of the ability of the Vampiric Fae to handle daylight. The vampires are trying to even the playing field, I think. If the Indigo Court can only come out at night, then they’re on par with the vampires and won’t have the advantage of being able to wreak havoc while the vamps have to sleep.”

“Holy crap. Then Grieve’s reacting the way he is—”

“Because it’s daylight. I think . . . I think the virus or whatever it is worked. And when he went back to the Court, he began spreading it. And those who catch it, will spread it further. The vampires are hoping to create a pandemic.”

I gently rubbed my hand across my wolf, wanting to find Grieve, to tell him to get out of the light, to get inside and stay in the dark.

“I’d like to kill Lannan,” I said softly. “I want to be the one to stake him. He knew that Grieve would respond to my fear and anger. I
know
he knew it. I don’t know how they assembled their information, but they know all about me and I’ll bet you anything they know I’m part Cambyra Fae.”

“Cicely—this may not be a bad thing.” Leo took my hands and I glared at him. He let go, but wouldn’t shut up. “We’re fighting the Indigo Court. No, not Grieve, but everybody else there. Put your emotions aside, at least as far as he goes, and look at this logically. We can use this to help us get Peyton back. By tomorrow, the Court’s going to be in shambles and we can use that turmoil and chaos as a cloak.”

Bleakly, I stared up at Kaylin, who nodded but said nothing. Leo was right. As much as I hated Lannan, I had to admit the plan was ingenious. And by the very nature of what was happening, the prophecy was coming true—the vampires were causing Grieve, via me, to become an unwitting traitor and carry the virus back to the rest of the Indigo Court.

Which made me wonder, which had come first—the plan? Or the prophecy? Or had some vampire-cum-scientist somewhere engineered this infection, and then the higher-ups—maybe Crawl or the Queen herself—had the foresight to take an ancient prophecy and make it happen?

No matter what, Grieve and I truly now were the traitorous lovers of the Najeeling Prophecy. Because I knew, in my heart, from my link with Grieve, that he was suffering horribly right now. And others of the Court would soon be suffering, too. And there was nothing I could—or should—do about it. To run in there to save Grieve would be tantamount to helping the Indigo Court, and I couldn’t do that. Not even for love.

I lifted my head slowly, staring at Kaylin and Leo. “Get ready,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “We’re going to have a talk with Lainule. We need her help, and I owe her my allegiance, it seems.”

After calling Rhiannon and telling her to wait for us at Anadey’s, we headed for Dovetail Lake. I revved up Favonis, wondering why I’d ever bothered to come home. The world was bleak, and I couldn’t seem to find one bright spot to hold on to . . . not even though the sun was shining in the impossibly cold and bright and harshly snow-blanketed world.

By the time we got to the lake, I was more than depressed: I was furious. And fury would carry me a lot further than moping. I hopped out of the car the minute I turned off the ignition and went stomping toward the rushes, kicking up the snow. Kaylin and Leo followed, at a distance.

“Lainule! I know you’re here!” I stopped, and forced my thoughts into the slipstream.
I know you can hear me, you know who I am and you’d better come out or I’ll broadcast it far and wide that you’re still around here.

The susurration of the winter breeze turned into an icy blast as the reeds parted. Lainule, flanked by two men who reminded me of Grieve and Chatter in the old days, stepped out from between the parted bushes.

“You dare to summon me with such language and threats?” Her voice was low but the power behind it sent me reeling back. I stumbled into Kaylin’s arms and he steadied me.

Lainule might be beautiful in the night, but during the day she was blinding. Radiant, even under summer’s torn and shredded cloak, her eyes were the blue of morning sky and her hair the color of spun platinum woven with auburn strands. She looked at Kaylin, then at Leo, then back at me.

“What do you want, Cicely? It had better be good for such an entrance into my world.” The Queen of Rivers and Rushes brushed back the stand of cattails and rushes and nodded for us to enter.

I hesitated for a second, then marched through. Kaylin and Leo followed more slowly. As we passed through the parted bushes, the winter fell away and we were standing by the lake during summer—the trees were in full leaf, the sun gleaming warm and golden overhead. The ice and snow were gone and the water rippled gently as a light breeze drifted past.

“We’re . . . Where are we?” The sudden shift had taken the wind out of my sails and I smiled as the sunlight warmed me through. It felt so good compared to the harshness of winter that I just wanted to find a soft spot on the grass to lie down and sleep and dream.

“You asked to speak to me. I will not stand around the parking lot of Dovetail Lake for all the world to see. So I brought you into my domain. What there is of it, for now.” She let out a long sigh and her eyes looked red from weeping.

I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I am tired, child. Weary and heart sore. But such is the way when you belong to the world of the immortals. Come, sit and rest. You have the time here. Tell me what’s so urgent that you would come seeking me out.”

Her guards escorted her back to a makeshift throne—an old cedar stump that had been hastily carved into a royal bench, complete with footstool and armrests. As she ascended to take her place I had a sudden glimpse of what she’d been forced to leave behind. Beyond her possessions and her forest, she’d been stripped of her roots. Lainule was the Queen of Rivers and Rushes, the sovereign of the land in New Forest, and now she was hiding out in a temporary encampment, trying to stay one step ahead of Myst.

I let out a long breath. “Did you conspire with the vampire Lannan Altos to infect me, so that I might contaminate the Indigo Court by passing a virus to Grieve?”

She gazed at me, her eyes steady and clear. “Not just a virus, Cicely.
Plague.
And yes, I know Altos and his bloodthirsty companions. This is not the time to retain old grudges. We have a common enemy. It behooves us to work together in order to eradicate Myst and her vermin. When you seek to exterminate a threat, you don’t use sugar water instead of poison.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue. “Poison? But Grieve—you used your own Prince to carry the toxin back to Myst’s camp.”

“Sacrifices must be made. And since he isn’t born of the Indigo Court, there’s a chance he will survive. I will do what I have to do, take the risks I have to take. And you . . . while I said before you are mine, I have no problem sharing you with the vampires in order to accomplish our goals.”

Sharing me?
A sudden thought struck me and I stared at her, wondering if I could be right.
No . .
.
but yet . . .

“Are you behind the Crimson Court insisting I come work for them?”

Lainule smiled, and her smile was both fierce and bright. “Oh, Cicely. One thing you will learn, as you come to know your father’s people more and more—we do not flinch in the face of danger. We do whatever is necessary.”

I shivered. I’d never considered the Fae to be pacifists, but I had not realized they could be so ruthless.

We . . .
I had to include myself in that. I was half-Fae.

Lainule leaned forward and tipped my chin up, looking into my eyes. “Never make the mistake of envisioning your people as gentle creatures, playing silver pipes and darting around the flowers. We are warriors and lovers: We are the chosen of the Mother to guard her wild sanctuaries and to rule the realms of Maeve and Danu, of Aine and Mielikki. Of Pan and Herne and Cernunnos and Tapio. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my stomach leaping from one knot to another. Lainule seemed taller, stronger, more powerful than I’d first thought, and she could squash me between her fingertips if she wanted to. I had no doubt that, if my death would strike down Myst, she’d see to it that I was sacrificed.

“We help keep the balance in check, and when one—such as Myst—seeks to upset that balance, we go to war in any way that we can. Winning is paramount. And I’ll use every resource available to strike back at the Mistress of Mayhem for invading my domain and slaughtering my people. Whether it includes you and Grieve—I’ll do whatever is necessary. I have always done what is necessary.”