Fever 5 - Shadowfever (23 page)

You abandoned me. Left me alone. I’m here, but this better be good
. She pulled an apple out of her pocket and began munching it.
Last night, before V’lane left, I’d asked him to find her this morning and tell her Barrons had never been dead, that I’d been undercover, and I was sorry for the deception. But no apology-by-proxy could replace the real thing. She needed to hear it from me. And I needed to say it.
“I’m sorry, Dani. I hated hurting you.”
“Dude, get over yourself. Didn’t hurt me. It’d take
way
more than that. Figured you were PMS’ing. No big. Just wanted to hear you say you were a dick.”
“I was a dick. And it may not have bothered you, but it drove me crazy. Forgive me?”
She jerked and gave me an uncomfortable look. The precocious, gifted teen had been treated one of two ways at the abbey: ordered around or ignored. I doubted anyone had ever bothered to apologize to her for anything.
“Saying you’re a dick was ’nuff, already, jeez. Getting all touchy-feely like a grown-up. Gah!” She stepped around the wreck of the cashier’s counter and tried to flash me a grin, but it came out lopsided. “So, what gives? Mini-tornado blow through?”
“Lose the coat,” I evaded. I could hardly say,
After I killed Barrons, he was so pissed off at me that he trashed the bookstore
.
“Right. Forgot.”
She shrugged out of it, left it in a puddle of black leather on the floor. Beneath it, she had on skintight black low-ride jeans, a tight sweater, and black high-tops. Her green eyes sparkled.
“With the Book hitching rides, hiding on people, guess we’re all going to be dressing like skanks for a while, huh? Skintight or skin. Dude, everybody’s
everything
’s gonna be hanging out, and some o’ those fat chicks at the abbey are gonna gross my eyeballs right outta my head. Muffin tops and camel toes, gah!”
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. That was Dani. Not an ounce of tact. Like the world around her, she was what she was, no holds barred. “Not everybody has superspeed metabolism,” I said drily. And what I wouldn’t give for it. I’d eat chocolate for breakfast, pastries for lunch, and pie for supper.
She polished off the apple and tossed it into a pile. “Looking forward to seeing Barrons, though,” she said enthusiastically. “You? Nah, guess you don’t care. You seen him naked for, what, like—months, din’t’cha?”
There were times I seriously wished she’d bar some of those holds. I was suddenly in a basement again, watching Barrons walk naked across the room, telling him he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
I changed the subject hastily. “What’s going on at the abbey? I know you left, but what were things like before you did?”
Her face darkened. “Bad, Mac. Real bad. Why? You thinking of going back? Gotta tell you, don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Good idea or not, I had no choice. According to Nana, when the
Sinsar Dubh
had escaped the abbey twenty-some years ago, my mother was Haven Mistress. According to Ryodan, the entire Haven had been wiped out that night, with the exception of my mom.
Nana had called me Alina.
According to Ryodan, Alina was the only child Isla ever had. Not only would trying to interrogate Ryodan be an exercise in futility, given how tight-lipped he was, but he was currently dead and I had no idea for how long.
That left Nana or the abbey.
The abbey was closer, and the occupants weren’t nearly a century old and prone to nodding off in the middle of a sentence.
The original members of the Haven might all be dead, but some of my mom’s peers had to be alive still, even after the Book’s recent massacre. Others, besides Rowena, had known my mother. Others knew something—if only rumors—about what happened that night.
And there were those libraries I needed to get into. The ward I’d not been able to pass, the one that had given even V’lane fits. Speaking of which, I’d forgotten to ask him about what had happened to him that day when I’d summoned him to the abbey. I made a mental note to follow up.
I was also toying with the idea of confronting Rowena and trying to force truth from her. I wondered if the power of mental coercion Darroc believed the old woman possessed was a match for the power I’d recently discovered in myself. One of the things holding me back from testing it was that I knew if I did, I’d not only be burning a bridge, I’d be torching the ground I stood on with all
sidhe
-seers. Whether or not they agreed with Rowena’s decisions, the majority of the
sidhe
-seers were intensely loyal to her. Another thing holding me back was that I wasn’t sure where that power came from and was reluctant to betray anything the Grand Mistress might use against me. Besides, what if all the runes I had were parasites of some kind that could inflict further damage on our world?
Still, there was another weapon at my disposal I could try. I’d become proficient at Voice and could easily explain it away as a Druid art Barrons had taught me.
“I need answers, Dani. You with me?”
“Ro’ll blow a gasket if she catches us,” she warned. Her eyes sparkled, and she was beginning to blur with excitement.
I smiled. I loved this kid. We were okay with each other again. One more pain in my heart was gone. “Oh, she’s definitely going to catch us. I intend to have a few words with that old woman.” If things went south, I’d keep my power in check and let Dani whiz us out, or I’d summon V’lane. “Want to come along?”
“You’re kidding, right? Wouldn’t miss this gig for the world!”

Even with Dani whizzing us in at superspeed, they found us in the south wing in less than three minutes.
Ro must have laid new wards, to sense us and tip her off if we entered the abbey. I wondered how she did it, if it was like witchcraft and required a pinch of hair, blood, or nail. I could too easily see the old woman standing over a bubbling cauldron, dropping items in, stirring away, cackling with delight.
However she’d accomplished it, a group of
sidhe
-seers led by Kat confronted us at the intersection of two corridors before we were even halfway to the Forbidden Library I’d broken into the last time I was here. I’d left a group searching it while I tried to get past a holographic guardian down yet another seemingly “dead-end” hall in the abbey.
Like us, they wore snug clothes no Book could hide under. I imagined that, between the Shades and the
Sinsar Dubh
’s visit, things were pretty tense at the abbey.
“What’s in the bag?” Kat demanded.
I opened the translucent plastic grocery bag I’d brought and showed her there was no Book inside it. Once they were assured I wasn’t carrying concealed, they got right to the point.
“The Grand Mistress said you were dead, she did,” Jo said.
“Then she said you weren’t, but we were to be thinking of you as dead because you’d taken the Lord Master’s side, just like Alina,” accused Clare.
“But you aren’t Alina’s sister at all, are you, now?” Mary demanded.
“After we visited Nana O’Reilly,” Kat said, “I spoke with Rowena, and she confirmed what Nana told us about the Haven Mistress being an O’Connor. But she said Isla died a few nights after the Book escaped, and it was believed Alina died as well, although the girl’s body was never found. Regardless, Alina was her only child. So, Mac, who are you?”
Dozens of
sidhe
-seers stared at me, waiting for my answer.
“She don’t hafta answer to you,” Dani said belligerently. “Buncha sheep can’t even see what’s in fronta your own eyes.”
“Sure we can. We see a
sidhe
-seer that supposedly doesn’t exist. Worries us some, as it should,” Kat said. “Then there’s you, so determined to defend her. Why would you be doing that?”
Dani compressed her lips into a thin line and folded her skinny arms over her chest. She tapped a foot and stared up at the ceiling. “Just saying, things ain’t always bad just ’cause you don’t understand ’em or ain’t like ’em. That’s like thinking anybody who’s smarter or faster is dangerous just ’cause they got more brains or quicker feet. Ain’t fair. Peeps can’t help how they’re born.”
“We’re standing here, waiting to understand.” Kat turned her level gray gaze on me. “Help us, Mac.”
“Is it true?” I said, point-blank. “Is emotional telepathy your
sidhe
-seer gift?”
Suddenly self-conscious, Kat tucked her shirt in and smoothed her hair. “Where did you hear that?”
I withdrew Darroc’s notes from the grocery bag, stepped forward, and offered them to her, but she was going to have to meet me halfway to take them.
I hadn’t brought all of what I’d crammed into my pack, just enough for a gesture of good faith. I didn’t give a rat’s ass what Rowena thought of me, but I wanted in with the
sidhe
-seers. Part of me hated this abbey, where Rowena tightly controlled the
sidhe
seers’ power yet had failed to control the greatest responsibility she’d had. Part of me still wanted to belong. My bipolar was showing again.
“I found these when I was
undercover
,” I stressed the word, “with Darroc. I searched his penthouse. He had notes on everything, including Unseelie I’ve never heard of or seen. I thought you might want to add them to your libraries. They’ll be useful when you encounter new castes. I don’t know how he got the scoop on what happens inside these walls, but he must have had someone on the inside. Perhaps he still has.” Dani had told me someone had sabotaged the wards outside my cell when I was
Pri-ya
. “You might find it interesting that he says Rowena’s gift is mental coercion,” I said pointedly.
“How do we know these papers aren’t some load of malarkey you’ve been making up yourself?” Mary demanded.
“You decide. I’m through defending myself.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” Kat said. “Who are you, Mac?”
I met her serene gray gaze. Kat was the only one that I trusted to think things through and make a wise decision. The slender brunette was tougher than she looked, levelheaded, calm in times of stress, and I hoped one day she would replace Rowena as Grand Mistress of the abbey. The position didn’t require the most powerful
sidhe
-seer, like the Haven did, but the wisest, a woman with long-term goals and vision. Kat exuded quiet capability, an almost complete lack of ego, a quick mind, and a solid heart. She had my vote all the way.
If she was indeed emotionally telepathic, she would sense my sincerity when I told her as much of the truth as I knew myself.
“I don’t know who I am, Kat. I really did believe I was Alina’s sister. I’m still not convinced I’m not. Nana said I looked like Isla. Apparently enough that I looked the way she expected Alina to appear grown up. However, like you, I’ve heard that Isla didn’t have a second child. If you think that upsets you, imagine what it does to me.” I gave her a bitter smile. “First I find out I’m adopted, then I find out I don’t exist. But here’s a shocker for you, Kat: According to Darroc’s notes, he knew the origin of the
sidhe
-seers. Supposedly—”
Three shrill blasts of a whistle split the air, and
sidhe
-seers snapped to attention.
“Enough!” Rowena commanded, as she sailed up behind them, dressed in a smart, fitted suit of royal blue, her long white hair braided in a regal crown around her head. There were pearls at her ears and throat and tiny seed pearls on the chain that draped from her glasses. “That will be all! Restrain the traitor and bring her with me. And Danielle Megan O’Malley, if you think for one bloody moment to whisk her away, think twice. Be very,
very
careful, Danielle.” Turning to Kat, she said, “I gave an order. Obey it now!”
Kat looked at Rowena. “Does she speak the truth?
Is
your gift mental coercion?”
Rowena’s brows drew together over her fine, pointed nose. Blue eyes blazed. “You would believe her lies about the claims of an ex-Fae over what I have told you? Och, and I thought you wise, Kat. Perhaps the wisest of all my daughters. You have never failed me. Do not disappoint me now.”
“My gift
is
emotional telepathy,” Kat said. “He was right about that.”
“The best liar knows to salt his deception with an occasional truth, to lend the flavor of credibility. I have not coerced my daughters. I never will.”
“I say it’s time for truth all around, Grand Mistress,” Jo said. “There are only three hundred fifty-eight of us left. We weary of losing our sisters.”
“We’ve lost more than our sisters,” Mary said. “We’re losing hope.”
“I agree,” said Clare. “Yes,” murmured Josie and the rest.
Kat nodded. “Tell us what Darroc believed about the origin of our order, Mac.”
Rowena glared down her nose at me. “Don’t you dare!”
I felt it then—a subtle pressure on my mind—and I wondered if she’d been using it on me whenever I’d been around her since the night we’d met. Regardless, it was no threat to me now. I’d learned to resist Voice, and the pressure coming from her was nothing compared to that. I’d been on my knees, cutting myself, with Barrons. I’d had a hell of a teacher.
I ignored Rowena and addressed the
sidhe
-seers. “Darroc believed it was not the Seelie Queen who brought the
Sinsar Dubh
to the abbey to be interred so long ago—”
Rowena shook her head. “Don’t do this. They need faith. They’ve precious little else. It is not your place to take it from them. You’ve no confirmation of his claims.”
I felt the subtle pressure grow stronger as she tried to cow me. “You knew. You’ve always known. And, like so many other things, you never told them.”
“If you believe a seed of evil exists within you, it may consume you.” She searched my face. “Och, surely
you
understand that.”
“One might also argue that if you believe a seed of evil exists within you, you have the opportunity to learn to control it,” I countered.
“One might also argue ignorance is safety.”
“Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, than live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.”
“You sound so certain of that. Were it put to the test, I wonder where you would truly stand.”
“Illusion is no substitute for life,” I said.
“Allow them their sacred history,” Rowena said.
“What if it’s not so sacred?” I said.
“Tell us,” Clare demanded. “We have the right to know.”
Rowena turned her head away and looked at me from the side, down her nose, as if I were too distasteful to regard directly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you would try to destroy us, MacKayla—or
whoever
you are. I should have put you down then.”
Kat inhaled sharply. “She’s a person, not an animal, Rowena. We don’t put people down.”
“Right, Ro,” Dani said tightly, “we don’t put peeps down.”
I glanced at Dani. She was staring at Rowena, eyes narrowed and filled with hatred. Oh, yes, it was long past time for truth in these walls, whether we liked those truths or not. Maybe Darroc was wrong. Maybe what he’d written was mere conjecture. But we couldn’t question something we refused to face. And unquestioned suspicions had a nasty tendency to grow. Didn’t I know; One was expanding exponentially in my head, in my heart, even now.
“Rowena has a point,” I conceded. “I don’t know whether or not Darroc was right. But you should know that Barrons suspects it, too.”
“Tell us,” Kat demanded.
I drew a deep breath. I knew how this had affected me, and I hadn’t spent my entire life indoctrinated into the
sidhe
-seer credo. I’d skimmed Darroc’s notes again before I’d brought them. Farther into the pages, he’d written it not as a bulleted supposition but as a fact:
The Unseelie King created the
sidhe-seers. “Darroc believed it was the Unseelie King himself who trapped the
Sinsar Dubh
and created a prison for it, here, on our world. He believed the king also created prison guards.” I hesitated, then added grimly, “
Sidhe
seers. According to Darroc, it was the last caste of Unseelie the dark king created.”
You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said anything. Nobody moved.
Now that
that
was out, I turned my attention to Rowena. I had no doubt she knew what I needed to know. “Tell me what the prophecy says, Rowena.”
She sniffed and turned away.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Ballocks, child. We won’t be doing this at all.”
“
Tell me what the prophecy says, Rowena
,” I said again, and this time I used Voice to command her. It resonated, echoing back at me off the abbey’s stone walls.
Sidhe
-seers rustled and murmured.
Eyes bulging, hands fisted, Rowena began to spit out words in a language I didn’t understand.
I was about to order her to speak in English, when Kat cleared her throat and moved forward. Her face was pale, but her voice was calm and determined when she said, “Don’t do this, Mac. You needn’t coerce her. We found the book containing the prophecies in the Forbidden Library you opened. We can tell you all you need to know.” She held out her hand for the papers I’d brought. “May I?”
I gave them to her.
She searched my gaze. “Do you believe Darroc was right?”
“I don’t know. I could Voice Rowena and see what she knows. I could interrogate her thoroughly.”
Kat looked back at Rowena, who was still speaking. “It’s Old Irish Gaelic,” she told me. “Took a bit of time, but we’ve translated it. Come with us. But hush her, will you?” She shivered. “It’s not right, Mac. It’s like what you did to Nana. Our wills must be our own.”
“You can say that, knowing she’s probably been using coercion on all of you for years?”
“Her power doesn’t begin to compare to yours. There is seduction and there is rape. Some of us suspected she had … compelling leadership abilities. Still, she made wise and fair decisions.”
“She lies to you,” I said. Kat was far more forgiving than I was.
“Withholds. A small but important difference, Mac. She was right about faith. Had we been told as children we might be Unseelie, we may have walked a very different path. Release her. I’m asking you.”
I looked at Kat a long moment. I wondered if she had something besides emotional telepathy, a kind of emotional balm she could apply if she chose. As I looked into her eyes, my anger at Rowena seemed to diminish. And I could see a grain of truth in what Kat had said. Alina and Christian had called them “necessary lies.” I wondered if someone had told me when I was, say, nine or ten that I was Unseelie, if I would have thought I was destined to be bad and never even tried to be good. Would I have thought:
What’s the point?
I sighed. Life was so complicated. “
Forget the prophecy, Rowena
,” I commanded.
Instantly, she stopped speaking.
Kat raised a brow and looked amused. “Is that truly what you wished her to do?”
I winced. “
Don’t forget it! Just stop talking about it!
”
But it was too late. I’d Voiced her to forget it, and I could tell by the look of disdain on the old woman’s face that every word of it had been wiped from her mind.
“You are a danger to us all,” she said haughtily.
I raked my hands through my hair. Voice was tricky.
“My daughters will tell you of the prophecy I no longer recall thanks to your ineptitude at Druid arts. They will tell you freely, without coercion. But you will consent to my terms: You work with our order and no one else. If I recall the shape of it, we know what we need. You will track it. We will do the rest, with …” She trailed off, rubbing her forehead.
“The five Druids and the stones,” Kat supplied.
“You found the prophecy and it actually tells us what to do?” I said.
Kat nodded.
“I want to see it.”
We gathered in the Forbidden Library, a small, windowless room that had failed to impress me when I’d first found it, spoiled as I was by Barrons Books and Baubles. Dozens of lamps were positioned around the low-ceilinged stone room, bathing it in a soft amber glow, bright enough to keep Shades at bay but diffuse enough to minimize damage to ancient fading pages.