Night Seeker (29 page)

Even as I said it, I wanted to sink into the ground. I was an
idiot
—a total fucking jerk. “I’m so sorry,” I said, biting
my tongue. “I did not mean to…” I stopped, just stopped. Anything I said would make it worse, I decided.

Their gazes did not flicker, but a ripple ran through the group. Lainule smiled at me softly when she saw my discomfort.

“Yes, you remember now. All of these men lost loved ones. They watched Myst’s horde tear them to bits, eat their hearts out alive. The floors of my barrow ran red with blood the day the Indigo Court lay siege. They did not stop for children or women or the old and infirm. All who could not run were devoured or enslaved. Some—like Grieve—were turned to be their allies and servants. A few—like Chatter—were saved by the grace of those who could keep their sanity after the change. So, yes, Cicely, all of these men have met Myst in battle, and all would give their lives for revenge. However, they’ve been ordered to act only when you and your friends give orders. They will come to you later this day, at Lannan’s mansion, and they will journey with you through the night. I will not be far from hand, either.”

As Wrath led us back through the portal, Rhia turned to me.

“What do we do if Myst doesn’t show?” She kept her voice low. But I could tell everyone else had heard her.

“She will be there—or her allies. There will be blood tonight.”

We headed back to Lannan’s mansion, grim. Along the way, I could only wonder what waited in store for us this evening—and just how bad the carnage would be.

The first thing that happened when we walked through the door to what had been Geoffrey’s manor was that Kaylin hurried toward us, looking haggard but relieved. He motioned for us to follow him into one of the side rooms, where we found a luxurious lunch set out.

Lannan’s touch was obvious—exotic meats and cheeses lined the table, along with fresh bread hot from the oven and sliced fruit with whipped cream. And wine. Enough wine to drown an elephant.

I glanced at the woman who was acting as hostess. She was obviously from Lannan’s stable—she had long dark hair to her butt and was curvy, buxom, and pale. A bandage covered her neck—discreet but placed right where I knew his fangs had been. She wore a low-cut vest held closed only by a thin leather lace, and a pair of skintight jeans. Another bandage covered a spot right above her left breast.

She seemed to notice my attention, because she gave me a sly smile and winked at me. “My Lord has bid me attend to any of your needs, Cicely.
Anything
you want, you just have to ask.” Her words gave
May I help you?
a whole different meaning.

I swallowed back a retort and simply smiled in return. “Do you have any sparkling water? I don’t want any alcohol.”

“As you so wish.” She dug around in the minibar under the counter and came up with a bottle of Paviina—one of the more expensive brands of sparkling water. As she poured it over ice and added a twist of lime, she caught my gaze again. “My name is Juliana. Should you need anything else, please ask. I would welcome the chance to attend your needs.”

As I carried my glass of water to the table, where lunch was spread out buffet-style, I let out a long breath. Lannan was determined to entice me into his world, but he had the wrong number. I didn’t swing that way, though Regina had set me off with a kiss once. But even if I wanted to play in the women’s camp, I wouldn’t pick one of his bloodwhores to experiment with.

At the table, I wearily fixed a plate for myself—bread, sliced ham, aged cheddar, a handful of cherry tomatoes, some fruit salad. I added a chocolate cookie to the mix and sat down beside Luna, who was sitting next to a tall, willowy blonde. The family resemblance was there, though—even though they were opposites, with Luna being short, dark, and curvy.

“Cicely! Meet my sister, Zoey.” She waved for Grieve and Chatter to join us. “Zoey brought a bunch of references. I’ve been going through them since she got here
Monday. Grieve—I’m so glad you’re here. We may have found something that can help you.” Her eyes were glowing, and she looked so excited that it was almost hard to watch. Hope had become something I both clung to and feared. But it had let us down too many times.

Grieve, on the other hand, jerked his head up, his eyes wide. “Do you think it will work?”

Zoey shrugged. “Hard to tell. In a sense, what it looks like is a spell to separate the energy of the Indigo Court from the host energy—almost like peeling apart two merged layers. Myst’s bite, her forcing you to drink from her, changed your nature, but if we can separate out her signature from yours, we might be able to help you at least control the condition.”

“You think there might be a chance, then?” Grieve caught her gaze and held it.

Luna nodded slowly. “We do. But, Grieve, I don’t think there’s ever going to be any way to fully revert you back. Not to how you were before she got hold of you.” She stopped eating her bread at that point, staring at the table as if she expected Grieve to throw a fit, but he just sat there, looking stunned.

“If there’s
any
chance I can gain some control over this curse, I want to hear about it. I never expected there to be a cure, so I’m not disappointed about that.” He looked up, over at her sister. “So, you have found records?”

She nodded. “Yes. And they have detailed rituals about ways to reverse certain aspects of the curse. But they aren’t easy, and frankly, I think all of them have a chance of backfiring.”

He held her gaze. “What’s your guesstimate on percentage of backfiring?”

Zoey bit her lip. “Forty percent…”

“Pro or con?”

“Con. In my estimation, there’s about a sixty to sixty-five percent chance this will work. The other thirty-five percent? Hard to tell. Either not work at all or backfire. And you can never tell which way it’s going to swing.”

I swallowed the last of my sandwich and wiped my
fingers on a napkin. “What kind of magic do we need in order to cast the spell?”

Luna and Zoey exchanged glances. Luna pushed her plate back.

“First, we need five witches—four for the elements and one for spirit.” Luna hung her head. “I can hold spirit, but the responsibility…what happens if we fail?”

“Then we fail.” Grieve looked at me. “Chatter and Rhiannon can both hold the fire, but Chatter can also command earth. You hold the wind. We need water.”

“What about you, my love?” I gazed into his eyes, both frightened and hopeful. We could do this. The possibility that we could actually free him from some of the chains Myst had placed around his neck overwhelmed me. It was hard to even speak.

“Grieve cannot take that part. Not when he’s the focus of the ritual.” Luna shook her head. “I can call the water, too, but then we’d need someone for spirit.”

Just then, Peyton walked over. “Let Kaylin hold spirit.”

Luna clapped her hands. “Yes, that would be perfect. So we have our five Elemental watchtowers.” She turned to Zoey. “What else do we need?”

“A drummer—I can do that. I’ve been trained on the doumbek. But I think we still need water. Luna, you’ll have to be the singer of souls for this. The ritual demands that you and the person holding spirit—Kaylin—enter Grieve’s mind to unwind Myst’s energy from his.” Zoey looked around. She pointed to Rex. “What about him? Can he hold water?”

Wrath stepped in, shaking his head. “I will do this. I am the King of Rivers and Rushes. Water is my element as well as the air.”

I turned, startled. “You will help us?”

“If this can help Grieve, we should attempt it. Even if we destroy Myst, he’ll always have the tendency to revert back to the energy of the Indigo Court.” Wrath glanced at the clock. “We dare not attempt the ritual before the speech tonight, just in case something goes wrong. But that will give us time to gather the rest of the components needed. What else does the spell require?”

Zoey pulled out a book and showed us the title:
The Tide of the Indigo Court
. “This was written several hundred years ago, and I found it tucked away when I went searching through the archives.”

“What will the Akazzani do to you if they find out that you’ve removed material from the catacombs?” Luna gazed up at her sister, and all I could see was gratitude in her smile. But her smile disappeared when Zoey spoke again.

“They would punish me. There are crypts deep in the fortress, and they contain the shades of the dead historians who have passed out of our realm. When someone does something egregious, they’re locked down there for a time with only the shadows and ghosts for company. They seldom ever break another rule.”

She sobered, then shook her head before Luna could say anything. “I chose to do this. You needed my help. I understand why. I told them I was taking family leave for an emergency. This qualifies.”

“We can’t ever let them find out. I can’t bear that you might undergo that treatment.” Luna paused. “You could stay with us. When it’s over. I miss you.”

Zoey frowned, staring at her feet. “You know I am Akazzani. I’ve lived my entire life thinking I will die in the fortress. I have broken the rules for you, but I don’t know if I could willingly leave them. They are my family, Luna, in a way you and our parents can never again be.” She pressed her lips together.

Luna let out a little cry, clutching the table. I could tell the comment had cut her to the quick and that she was trying not to burst into tears. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or let it go.

Kaylin, however, wasn’t as reticent as I. “If Luna isn’t your family, what the
hell
are you doing here? If she’s family enough to break the rules for, then obviously she’s more important than the rest of your colleagues.” He leaned over Luna and placed a protective hand on her shoulder. She glanced up, a startled look on her face, but smiled at him.

Zoey’s eyes narrowed, and she looked to be on the verge
of making some snide retort, but then she just shook her head. “You don’t understand. I didn’t mean I don’t love her—or my parents. But there’s a bond…It is created when we are brought into the Akazzani, and nothing short of expulsion can break it.”

“Don’t argue, please.” Luna let out a short sigh. “If we are to work magic for Grieve, we have to be united. Let it go, Kaylin. If Zoey is happier with the Akazzani, she should remain with them.” And that was the end of that.

Wrath intervened as well. “Cicely, you must be exhausted. Rhiannon, Grieve, Chatter, Kaylin, all of you as well. Go rest. You will need the reserves tonight.” He stopped me as we filed out of the room, drawing me to the side.

“What is it?” I glanced up at him.

He lifted my chin, looking into my eyes. “Tonight be cautious, my daughter. There will be bloodlust flying. I have foreseen it. The power of the winds, they are now a part of you in a way that you do not yet realize. The fan—open it now.”

I pulled out my fan, spreading it open. As I held it in my hand, I realized I couldn’t feel any sparkle of magic from it, no tingle, no…nothing. “What happened?”

“You became the hurricane. You became the wind. The power of the fan transferred into your soul. You no longer need it to harness the winds. You can pass it on to another because now you are part of its Element. But it’s a double-edged sword. Because you no longer need an anchor, it makes you dangerous. You haven’t had a chance to train yet, to realize just all you can do.”

I sighed, leaning against his shoulder. “First, I find out I’m not just magic-born but that I’m also half–Cambyra Fae. Then I find out I was Myst’s daughter in a past life and that obsidian sets off the bloodlust still in my soul. And now you tell me that the winds have settled in my being? I feel like I’m losing myself.”

“No, my daughter, you are actually in the process of finding out who you really are. In time, all of this will become second nature. You are evolving, Cicely, into a
force like none I’ve ever seen. You are vulnerable, in danger, but the potential within you is frightening.” He stroked my shoulder gently, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. “When we go to protect Lannan this evening, you must be cautious when you call on the winds.”

“Let’s pray I don’t have to do that.” After a moment, I asked, “What of the Unseelie? If Myst was Unseelie and she is now Queen of the Indigo Court—what of the rest of the darker Fae? Did they all become part of the Indigo Court? And Lainule, is she the Queen of Seelie?”

Wrath looked surprised at my question but walked me toward the grand staircase leading upstairs. As we ascended, he tried to explain.

“There are the Grand Courts, and then the Lesser Courts. There are Fae Queens all over the world—each rules a different region. Lainule—and I—are Queen and King of about half of this continent. Myst wasn’t the Unseelie Queen before she was turned, but she killed Tabera, who was, by destroying her heartstone and set herself up in her place. She may have taken the title of Winter, but she is not recognized as the Queen of Ice and Snow here, though. She is an upstart.”

“So what happened to the Unseelie under Tabera’s—is that her name—rule?”

“Myst terrified them. They scattered. The Wilding Fae are remnants of some of them, and others joined the Court of Rivers and Rushes even though they don’t really fit in.” Wrath frowned, looking very much like he was trying to decide whether to tell me something.