pale.”
Abeloec came closer to me. “I had heard that the princess was human enough to catch colds. I thought it was a nasty rumor.”
“You can’t catch colds?” Nelson asked.
“They can’t,” I said, pressing my cheek against Frost’s hand, and still holding on to Doyle. “But I can. I don’t get them often, but I can get them.” In my head I added, “the very first mortal faerie princess.” It was one of the reasons for all the assassination attempts on the Unseelie Court. There were factions that believed that if I sat the throne I would contaminate all the immortals with the disease of mortality. I would bring death to them all. How do you argue against a rumor like that, when they can’t even catch a cold? And I was about to talk to the most bright and shiny of them all, King Taranis, Lord of Light and Illusion. Goddess help me if he realized that I was coming down with some petty human illness. It would just confirm for him how weak I was, how human I was.
“It’s almost time for the king to contact us,” Veducci said, looking at his watch.
“If his time is running on schedule with ours,” Cortez said.
Veducci nodded. “True, but may I suggest that we get some cold metal for the rest of you to carry?”
“Cold metal?” Nelson made it a question.
“I think some of the office supplies of this fine law firm might just help the rest of you have clear vision when we deal with King Taranis.”
“Office supplies,” Cortez said. “You mean like paper clips?”
“Maybe,” Veducci said. He turned to me. “What do you think, Princess, would a paper clip be helpful?”
“It depends on what it’s made out of, but a handful of them might help.”
“We can test it for you,” Rhys said.
“How?” Veducci said.
“If it bothers us to touch it, it’ll help you.”
“I thought it was only lesser fey that couldn’t touch metal,” Cortez said.
“Some of them can actually be burned by the touch of some metals, but even the sidhe don’t truly enjoy most man-forged metal,” Rhys said, still with that smile.
“Burned just by touching metal,” Nelson said.
“We don’t have time to discuss the wonders of the fey if we’re going to get those office supplies,” Veducci said.
Farmer hit the intercom and spoke to one of the many secretaries and personal assistants who had seemed to be in the offices outside. He requested metal paper clips and staples. I suggested, “Box cutters, pocket knives.”
Shelby, Grover, and the other male assistant all had pocket knives. “You were pretty fascinated with the princess,” Veducci said. “I’d add a handful of something else, just in case.”
I watched Veducci hand out the office supplies. He’d taken charge, and no one had questioned it. He was supposed to be our enemy, but he was helping us. Had he told the truth? Was he here for justice, or was it a lie? Until I found out what Taranis wanted, I couldn’t afford to trust anyone.
Veducci came to stand in front of where I sat. He nodded at Doyle and Frost, who were still pressed to me, one on each side. “May I offer the princess some extra metal to hold?”
“She is carrying metal, as are we all.”
“The guns and swords, we see them.” Then Veducci’s eyes flicked to me. “Are you saying the princess is armed?”
I was, actually. I had a knife strapped to my thigh in a holder I’d worn before. I had a gun at the small of my back in one of those new sideways holsters that were designed to be worn there. We didn’t actually expect me to use the gun for shooting, but it was a way to carry a lot of metal—steel and lead—on me and not make it obvious to Taranis. He’d see me wearing metal as an insult. The guards could get away with it, because they were guards; they were supposed to be armed.
“The princess is carrying what she needs to protect herself,” Doyle said.
Veducci did a little bow from the neck. “Then I’ll put the office supplies back in the
Abeloec came closer to me. “I had heard that the princess was human enough to catch colds. I thought it was a nasty rumor.”
“You can’t catch colds?” Nelson asked.
“They can’t,” I said, pressing my cheek against Frost’s hand, and still holding on to Doyle. “But I can. I don’t get them often, but I can get them.” In my head I added, “the very first mortal faerie princess.” It was one of the reasons for all the assassination attempts on the Unseelie Court. There were factions that believed that if I sat the throne I would contaminate all the immortals with the disease of mortality. I would bring death to them all. How do you argue against a rumor like that, when they can’t even catch a cold? And I was about to talk to the most bright and shiny of them all, King Taranis, Lord of Light and Illusion. Goddess help me if he realized that I was coming down with some petty human illness. It would just confirm for him how weak I was, how human I was.
“It’s almost time for the king to contact us,” Veducci said, looking at his watch.
“If his time is running on schedule with ours,” Cortez said.
Veducci nodded. “True, but may I suggest that we get some cold metal for the rest of you to carry?”
“Cold metal?” Nelson made it a question.
“I think some of the office supplies of this fine law firm might just help the rest of you have clear vision when we deal with King Taranis.”
“Office supplies,” Cortez said. “You mean like paper clips?”
“Maybe,” Veducci said. He turned to me. “What do you think, Princess, would a paper clip be helpful?”
“It depends on what it’s made out of, but a handful of them might help.”
“We can test it for you,” Rhys said.
“How?” Veducci said.
“If it bothers us to touch it, it’ll help you.”
“I thought it was only lesser fey that couldn’t touch metal,” Cortez said.
“Some of them can actually be burned by the touch of some metals, but even the sidhe don’t truly enjoy most man-forged metal,” Rhys said, still with that smile.
“Burned just by touching metal,” Nelson said.
“We don’t have time to discuss the wonders of the fey if we’re going to get those office supplies,” Veducci said.
Farmer hit the intercom and spoke to one of the many secretaries and personal assistants who had seemed to be in the offices outside. He requested metal paper clips and staples. I suggested, “Box cutters, pocket knives.”
Shelby, Grover, and the other male assistant all had pocket knives. “You were pretty fascinated with the princess,” Veducci said. “I’d add a handful of something else, just in case.”
I watched Veducci hand out the office supplies. He’d taken charge, and no one had questioned it. He was supposed to be our enemy, but he was helping us. Had he told the truth? Was he here for justice, or was it a lie? Until I found out what Taranis wanted, I couldn’t afford to trust anyone.
Veducci came to stand in front of where I sat. He nodded at Doyle and Frost, who were still pressed to me, one on each side. “May I offer the princess some extra metal to hold?”
“She is carrying metal, as are we all.”
“The guns and swords, we see them.” Then Veducci’s eyes flicked to me. “Are you saying the princess is armed?”
I was, actually. I had a knife strapped to my thigh in a holder I’d worn before. I had a gun at the small of my back in one of those new sideways holsters that were designed to be worn there. We didn’t actually expect me to use the gun for shooting, but it was a way to carry a lot of metal—steel and lead—on me and not make it obvious to Taranis. He’d see me wearing metal as an insult. The guards could get away with it, because they were guards; they were supposed to be armed.
“The princess is carrying what she needs to protect herself,” Doyle said.
Veducci did a little bow from the neck. “Then I’ll put the office supplies back in the
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