strayed once again towards me. I literally held my breath. He seemed to concentrate on me, at least on the wall that I was imitating. I had the odd sensation he was staring into my eyes, and it sure seemed way longer than a moment. I had the feeling he could almost see me, and I was just about to exhale (if only because the human part of me wanted to) when his beautiful, black eyebrows drew together and he looked away, dismissing whatever he thought he saw.
I was a stone wall to anyone or anything looking. Only a Royal Seelie Fae would be able to see through my disguise. At that moment I had no visible breath, heartbeat, or viable bodily function of any kind—I was a stone wall. I didn’t blink, and apparently I didn’t need to breathe.
It was new to me, and there was the spoke in the wheel that worried me when he turned slowly and glanced again in my direction—he might be an Unseelie, but he was a Royal, and the rumor had always been that they were just as powerful as Seelie Royal Fae. Well, if he was, I would have to shift outta there fast and hope he couldn’t follow my scent trail.
However, although he frowned and stared hard, after a moment, he looked away again, and I put that rumor to rest. He might have sensed something, but he had not been able to see through my shapeshifted disguise. The four Royal Unseelie princes might not be as powerful as we thought—something to explore, but not of course while I was a wall. However, I did during my wall disguise watch him. He conversed with the Dark Fae in his circle, giving them orders, and my hearing picked up on a couple of things. Something in what he said made me think that he and Gais were not quite on the same page.
He walked away, and I had to admit to myself that he was one pulsating sexual male— whoa . Another Royal brother entered the bar, and although he looked like Pestale (this one’s hair was auburn, not black, and he was a bit shorter, and his features less sharp), he seemed much younger, and there was a difference in more than looks. This Royal had less going on in his brain. He appeared unconcerned with the plans that Pestale was laying out for him, although he smiled (and I was surprised to see a smile—don’t know why, didn’t think they did, smile that is). The thing patted Pestale affectionately on the shoulder (another thing that surprised me) and said that he and his brothers would do whatever Pestale required.
“Child.” Pestale seemed amused. “You speak as though you lead them, and you are the youngest.”
They stood a moment together just a few feet away from the crowded dance floor where Unseelies were doing a grinding, hard-assed dance all around them. Unseelies dancing, by the way, you don’t want to see.
They left together, and I immediately shifted off for the palace, but midway I thought better of it and literally held myself in time and space. I took a moment to pat myself on the back as I was getting better at shifting—better at all Daoine power …
Something in my brain had made me stop and then made me change my direction. I was still headed for Morrigu’s palace but not the same room.
I went with the flow, as I am a great believer in following one’s instincts. If you close your eyes and allow your brain to latch onto what your gut is telling it, you can’t go wrong.
Danté! Just where was he? What was he doing, thinking? Was he okay, and why hadn’t he come after me and told me I was wrong—so wrong, and that it wasn’t what it looked like? Hadn’t he because it had been exactly like it looked?
I stepped out into a huge, dimly lit chamber. A wide table was covered with maps. I walked over and saw that they were maps of Ireland and Scotland, and the air I was breathing got caught in my throat.
I was just about to memorize the locations when the door opened and Gais stepped through, and he was already in a fighting mode, as though he had expected me to be there. His death weapon was raised and pointed
I was a stone wall to anyone or anything looking. Only a Royal Seelie Fae would be able to see through my disguise. At that moment I had no visible breath, heartbeat, or viable bodily function of any kind—I was a stone wall. I didn’t blink, and apparently I didn’t need to breathe.
It was new to me, and there was the spoke in the wheel that worried me when he turned slowly and glanced again in my direction—he might be an Unseelie, but he was a Royal, and the rumor had always been that they were just as powerful as Seelie Royal Fae. Well, if he was, I would have to shift outta there fast and hope he couldn’t follow my scent trail.
However, although he frowned and stared hard, after a moment, he looked away again, and I put that rumor to rest. He might have sensed something, but he had not been able to see through my shapeshifted disguise. The four Royal Unseelie princes might not be as powerful as we thought—something to explore, but not of course while I was a wall. However, I did during my wall disguise watch him. He conversed with the Dark Fae in his circle, giving them orders, and my hearing picked up on a couple of things. Something in what he said made me think that he and Gais were not quite on the same page.
He walked away, and I had to admit to myself that he was one pulsating sexual male— whoa . Another Royal brother entered the bar, and although he looked like Pestale (this one’s hair was auburn, not black, and he was a bit shorter, and his features less sharp), he seemed much younger, and there was a difference in more than looks. This Royal had less going on in his brain. He appeared unconcerned with the plans that Pestale was laying out for him, although he smiled (and I was surprised to see a smile—don’t know why, didn’t think they did, smile that is). The thing patted Pestale affectionately on the shoulder (another thing that surprised me) and said that he and his brothers would do whatever Pestale required.
“Child.” Pestale seemed amused. “You speak as though you lead them, and you are the youngest.”
They stood a moment together just a few feet away from the crowded dance floor where Unseelies were doing a grinding, hard-assed dance all around them. Unseelies dancing, by the way, you don’t want to see.
They left together, and I immediately shifted off for the palace, but midway I thought better of it and literally held myself in time and space. I took a moment to pat myself on the back as I was getting better at shifting—better at all Daoine power …
Something in my brain had made me stop and then made me change my direction. I was still headed for Morrigu’s palace but not the same room.
I went with the flow, as I am a great believer in following one’s instincts. If you close your eyes and allow your brain to latch onto what your gut is telling it, you can’t go wrong.
Danté! Just where was he? What was he doing, thinking? Was he okay, and why hadn’t he come after me and told me I was wrong—so wrong, and that it wasn’t what it looked like? Hadn’t he because it had been exactly like it looked?
I stepped out into a huge, dimly lit chamber. A wide table was covered with maps. I walked over and saw that they were maps of Ireland and Scotland, and the air I was breathing got caught in my throat.
I was just about to memorize the locations when the door opened and Gais stepped through, and he was already in a fighting mode, as though he had expected me to be there. His death weapon was raised and pointed
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