After I kil ed my brothers, I knew what that hopelessness felt like, despairing at what we had come to be . . . I don't want that kind of world. We are better being dust and the stuff of wishful dreams than that.”
His expression intensified. “Which is why I have asked Rhoswen to consider sending you back to your world as a liaison between our two courts and the Vampire Council.”
It took Lyssa a moment to digest it, not sure at first she'd heard what she'd heard. She could sense Jacob's similar reaction, and was glad again for the solid warmth of his body behind her. Up until now, he'd remained silent, an innocuous servant. Tabor had not once addressed him, but it was obvious the king was very aware of his presence, of the connection between them. His eyes had swept over the mark of Jacob's fangs at her neck, along with the intimate rest of his hands on Lyssa's hips, her leg over his calf, his thigh alongside her hip.
“The Vampire Council is as prejudiced against the Fae as your people are against them.” She kept her tone politely incredulous. “How do you propose to compel them to accept a liaison?”
“I am not without my spies in your world, Lady Lyssa.” Tabor gave her a tight smile. “Their ploy to take your child is an attempt to reclaim your advisory capabilities without according you status among them.” He quirked a brow. “And if you need more intel than that, I have overestimated your abilities as a queen.”
The amber eyes were suddenly far more regal, distant. “Our conversation has had a note of sentiment that could be misleading. I may seem far more accepting than my lady Rhoswen, but I am no less ruthless in the defense of our world. The boundaries between worlds grow thinner every year.
Our young Fae know there are other worlds, other dimensions, and they want to explore them. The tighter we rein them in, the more those reins chafe.
It's taken me quite a few centuries, but I am beginning to think there are better ways than the Separation Edict. We grow weaker and fewer, not stronger. Rhoswen and I look at the same problem in a very different way.
Perhaps opening communication in a limited way between our worlds will help us all. At least I'm hoping to help her understand that.”
Good luck with that, Jacob thought. Lyssa was inclined to agree.
A rocket went off. They looked up to see a spiral of silver and gold color explode across the sky. As it fel toward the portal archway, it formed the Unseelie crest briefly before it disappeared into the darkness.
A cold blast of air shuddered past them, making Firewind lift his hooves off the ground. Jacob held on to him with mane and knees, cradling Lyssa against him as the horse came back to ground. “The Gaoth Shee are always the last to pass through,” Tabor noted. “They will catch up to Gwyn ap Nudd once they've had their fun terrifying the lone travelers this evening.”
The ebony woman and the two companions for the king were returning, the procession behind them shifting, ready to depart. Tabor held out his hand and Lyssa placed hers in it. He passed his gloved fingers over her pale, slim ones, studying them. “I would enjoy a less strategic conversation with you, Lady Lyssa. I could teach you juste, the Fae version of chess. Reghan used to play it with me, and I think you would excel at it. Perhaps we will have that opportunity sometime in the future. Until then, be thinking of what I said. You are welcome to ride close at our side, or drop back to visit with any in our procession. You'l find many are interested in meeting Reghan's daughter.”
Moving his horse into a proud trot, he headed for the portal. Dahlia urged her mare into a canter to bring her back to her liege's side, and the two personal guards fol owed. As Firewind pawed the ground, Lyssa murmured, “Let's wait a moment.” Jacob understood and agreed. Because of all that Tabor had given her to think about, she wanted to sit here, stil her mind and watch for a moment. Beneath a sky alight with more stars than they'd ever seen in the skies of the mortal world, that procession of stately figures headed for the portal. Dressed in silks and jewels, unearthly in their beauty, they were il uminated by orbs slowly oscil ating around them or mounted on staffs. Some of the luminaries were fairies, perched on the shoulders of the human-sized Fae. The mounts were all combed out to glossy sheens and decorated with flowers, jewels and silks.
They saw Fae in carriages, and not just large ones drawn by eight outfitted horses. There were ones enchantingly smal er than shoeboxes, rol ing along precariously beneath, but with just as much grandeur as their larger counterparts.
Though she'd seen banshees, dragons, hippogriffs and griffins go through with the Unseelie, this made her think of a royal procession from medieval times, only with an ethereal beauty and synchronized movement that suggested there was a higher level of communication between them than first apparent.
Glancing up at his face, Lyssa saw Jacob was as enraptured as she was. She wondered if even Tabor, who seemed far more sympathetic to their world, realized how it affected them. Did he know how many mortal childhoods had nursed dreams of magic and fantasy? In the stories they read, the creatures and beings they met there, so many children had just known, deep in their bones, that they had to be real somewhere. And it wasn't a child's whim, lost to adulthood. It stil dwel ed deep inside so many of them, the belief that the magic they saw hidden in all the natural things of their world—the spider spinning a web jeweled with dew, a rainbow after a rainstorm, a field of wildflowers so diverse and unplanned in the richness of color—those things were proof that magic like this stil existed. The imprint was stil there, a bean-shaped baby waiting to be discovered in a flower bud one day.
Could the two worlds ever be brought together again, fulfil ing the dreams and curiosities of both without irreparable harm? The young Fae liked the human world, because it was new and different, and they were amazed by the gizmos humans had learned to create in lieu of magic. Whereas, the humans were in awe of the things that came so natural y for the Fae. The ability to fly, to transform into a tree, to ride a waterhorse and discover the beast was more than a myth.
And that he likes sugar-coated apples.
She'd seen that in his mind, as well a lot of other very harrowing things when he'd reappeared. “Al right,” she said at last. “We'd better fal in toward the back.”
She realized then her voice was a bit strained.
Jacob's arm was around her waist and she was gripping his forearm hard. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he gave Firewind a slight press with his knees. The horse, though used to going everywhere at the speed of a battlefield charge, reflected the tone of the procession. He stepped sedately into the flow. As he did, Lyssa saw a pair of Fae women lean out of the carriage paral el to them. The male Fae on top also leaned down to look at her, but not with unpleasant curiosity. They looked interested in talking, as Tabor had warned.
Or perhaps they were just enjoying the indecent cling of Jacob's hose on his very fine, very tight ass and hoping to catch a frontal view, which she was keeping all to herself, that impressive package nested up against her buttock and hip.
He scored her ear with his fang, making her smile.
It helped loosen things up inside of her. Not bad things, but something . . . poignant, like a long ago loss that might stil be found within range of the fingertips, if one knew which direction to reach.
Like toward a liaisonship that would bring the two worlds together.
14
THEY didn't go to simply one destination.
Throughout the nighttime hours, the Fae procession phased in and out of the mist, appearing in various places. Corn fields in the rural Midwest, sugar cane in South America and rice fields in Cambodia. Thick forests, where local peoples stil relied on hunting for food, not soul ess sport. Some of the places through which they traveled were so untouched by the industrial world that Lyssa felt she'd seen the same tableau hundreds of years ago. Either because the magic portals all owed for time adjustments or because the time zones themselves aligned with the nighttime of the Fae world, all their destinations were quiet and dark, between the midnight to three a.m.
hours. At each field or forest, the Fae walking on the outskirts of the procession, usual y women or young girls, scattered what looked like seed from large baskets. The seeds floated outward and then down, coated in a soft glow. Once they settled on the earth they disappeared, seeding the earth with good tidings for plenty and abundance.
Though the sorcerers had set them in different paths, there were a few times they did see evidence of the Haunt's presence, at a distance. Sirens on mooring buoys in a river, cal ing to young men sitting on the docks drinking beer. Male fairies dancing among enchanted red and white mushroom circles, coaxing young women to join them. They passed through blasts of air from the Gaoth Shee, heard the baying of the hell hounds. She saw humans who had strayed from the populated areas, casting fearful looks into the darkness, sensing the Unseelie eyes watching them, calculating the mischief they would do to the loner. They didn't see the opulent reassurance of the Fae procession, passing just outside the range of their vision. Tabor's mouth would tighten, but he did not interfere, the two factions continuing their paral el courses.
For the most part, the Seelie entourage set a sedate pace. However, when they reached a wide-open pastureland for sheep, dotted with low fences underneath the glowing moon, there was a cry from a section of the procession. King Tabor grinned as Aidan and Leigh pointed out the white hart, lithely prancing on the field several slopes down, cutting coquettish circles. “Shal we have ourselves a little harmless sport?” he queried. “My lady, will you join us?”
She could feel Jacob's eagerness, muscles quivering behind her back, amusingly reminding her of Bran being held back from a treat. She shook her head at the palfrey being led forward and instead, in a lithe move, helped by Jacob's strength and her own, she shifted herself quickly around his body and adjusted her skirt so she straddled Firewind behind him, setting her hands securely around his waist.
“Let's go,” she said.
“Welldone,” Aidan praised her, giving her a handsome smile. “She's mine this year, mates.”