Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Maps
- Part One
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Part Two
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Part Three
- Chapter Nineteen
- A Note to the Reader
- Glossary from Mac’s Journal
- Pronunciation Guide
- About the Author
- Sidhe-Seers, Inc.TM
- Dell Books by Karen Marie Moning
- Copyright
“Crimeny,” I exploded, “does everyone know everything but me?” I consoled myself with the thought that at least now I didn’t have to feel bad about betraying their location to V’lane. He already knew it.
“It would seem so. You are young. Your minuscule time is a yawn in my life.” He paused then added, “And Barrons’.”
“What do you know about Barrons?” I demanded.
“That you would be far wiser to depend on me, MacKayla.” He moved toward me and I stepped back. Even in his muted, humanlike form, he was pure sex. He glided past me, stopped at the Viper, and traced his hand over the sleek metallic curve of the hood. V’lane standing next to a black-on-black Viper was a thing to see.
“I want you to go to the abbey with me,” I told him. “As backup. I want you to be my protection. You will not harm any of the sidhe-seers there.”
“You think to give me orders?” The temperature plunged again, and snow dusted my shoulders.
I reconsidered. It wouldn’t kill me to phrase it nicely. Mom always said you draw more flies with honey than vinegar.
“Will you promise me that you won’t hurt any of the sidheseers?” Grimacing mentally, I added, “Please?”
He smiled, and a nearby tree pushed out velvety-looking, fragrant white blossoms that drenched the night air with pungent spices. They overgrew rapidly, plummeted to the ground in a lush fall of alabaster petals, and swiftly decomposed. Life to death in a matter of seconds. Was that how he saw me? “I will grant you this. I like it when you say ‘please.’ You will say it again.”
“No. Once was enough.”
“What will you do for me in exchange?”
“I’m doing it. Helping you find the Book.”
“Not enough. You wish to command a Fae Prince as a lapdog? It costs, MacKayla. You will let me fuck you.”
I jerked, and for a moment I was so angry I couldn’t speak. It didn’t help that his words had caused a slick, erotic thrill to flutter in my belly. Had he amped himself up again? Shot some kind of Fae sex-dart at me when he’d said it? “No. Not even if Hell freezes over will I offer you sex with me in exchange for anything. Got it? Some things are non-negotiable and that’s one of them.”
“It is merely coitus, a physical act, the same as eating or voiding waste. Why attach such importance to it?”
“Maybe for a Fae it’s merely a physical act, and maybe for some people, too, but not me.”
“Because sex has been so stupendous in your brief life? Because you have had lovers that have made your body burn, and set your soul on fire?” he mocked.
I notched my chin higher. “Maybe I haven’t felt that, exactly, yet, but I will one day.”