Hood's Obsession (17 page)

Giles knew little of this fairy other than she had a penchant for being a godmother to the ill-bred and crazy cast of characters inhabiting Kingdom. Rumpel had spoken of the fairy a time or two, especially during Shayera’s trial. Calling her as mad as the heathens she cared for. And seeing her now, talking to the air, he could almost believe it.

A lavender beam of moonlight bolted through a small hole in the room, haloing and framing her so that she appeared to glow the ghostly mirage of the undead. Her flesh radiated with the light and she gave a happy little smile. “Love you too, darling,” she whispered and then blinked back at Giles. “That was my husband, and he told me that perhaps I should tone it down a wee bit. But I do get excited, especially when I sense a viable love match, and you are. Can’t you see it?”

“What? A love match? Between Lilith and me?” He chuckled. “We can barely tolerate one another.”

Not entirely true, but the fairy didn’t need to know that.

Her head cocked as though she were listening to something far off in the distance. Shaking her head, she held up a hand. “I’m okay, Jericho. I shall not turn him into a toad, I vow it.” Turning her eyes back to Giles her smile grew broader. “My husband is so good for my temper. Now,” she inhaled deeply, “one more time, and this time I shall endeavor to be kinder in my delivery.” The light around her pulsed brightly.

The moonlight was behaving in a way around her Giles had never witnessed it doing before.

“You and Lilith are a destined pair.”

He shook his head. “I can assure you, fairy, that we most certainly are not. Demone do not mingle outside of their species. Nor do shifters.” He thought of Lilith’s parents. “Usually.”

Her laughter sounded like the tinkling of church bells. “Oh, dear me, are you still stuck in that antiquated mindset? Darling, it’s the twenty-first century, there is mingling aplenty. And the children are quite lovely. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I wouldn’t know. But that is hardly relevant to our case now. Lilith and I are journeying to—”

She waved his words off. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Already been established, dear. So here is the skinny and why I am here talking to you while she is away.” She opened her mouth, snapped it shut, and then laughed. “Well, I suppose I should do this the proper way.”

Clearing her throat, she held her spine straight and gazed at him almost regally. Her dragonfly wings moved gracefully behind her back, and taking a deep breath, she began, “I am Danika, godmother of wishes and fishes…though don’t ask about the fishes, I lost a card game and I aim to get rid of that preposterous title forthwith.” She squeaked out the last as she’d said all that with one breath, and taking another large breath she proceeded where she’d left off. “And you, my dear, have been chosen as lifemate to Lilith Wolf. She doesn’t know it.” She shrugged. “Well, she kind of does, actually, it’s why she licked your finger—again, disgusting, but who am I to argue with the mating conventions of wolves, aye?” She laughed again.

Trying to make sense of these rambles was beginning to lead to a pounding headache. Clenching his molars, Giles counted slowly to ten, wondering where Lilith was at now and when she might return. Perhaps then this yammering fairy would shut her trap.

“Anywho, Lilith is under a curse.”

Those were the first words that actually caused Giles’s ears to perk up. “Curse? She seems perfectly fine to me—why wouldn’t she have mentioned that?”

“Well, dear,” she snorted, “if every time you ate an apple it caused you to have a case of explosive gas, would you tell? Or would you just avoid the apple? Hmm?”

“I don’t understand? Stop speaking gibberish, fairy, and just out with it.” He rubbed his temple.

“Youth these days. There used to be a time when a godmother was honored and cherished, treated with the respect she deserved.”

He twitched a brow, reaching the very end of his frayed nerves. “I am older than you.”

She chuckled. “That’s funny, truly. I’m ancient.”

“I’m over a millennia old.”

“Well, if we’re taking out the measuring stick.” She thinned her lips. “Kingdom years,
very
different than any other place in the galaxy. I am beyond years. My mind is full of so much and at times it gets a little trying to keep the infinite balanced. At times I may come off as mad, but really I am just a riddler. See through my nonsense, boy, as I had to with the Hatter. Sometimes you’ll find inspiration within the madness. Now, on to important matters. And I promise to try and keep my gibberish in line. Lilith’s deal.”

Her face became suddenly very serious.

“With Rumpel?” Finally they were getting to something Giles had keen interest in learning.

Danika nodded. “Aye. She made a horrid pact with the devil.”

“And if Rumpel allowed it, then what is your hope for sharing it with me?”

“Ohhh, she would not be pleased with me for revealing this. But the chit has proven she has no intentions of telling you until the very end of this quest, at which point it will be too late, for you are far too honorable to do anything about it at that point. You’ll feel duty-bound to return to your master and my poor Lilith will suffer alone.”

He cocked his head. Giles never asked, never wondered about the pledges, never asked Rumpel to reveal why the pledges did what they did. He was a servant only; if his prince wished to share the details, he would have.

But it would be a bald-faced lie to deny he was not intensely curious about Lilith’s case.

Still…

“I will return to my prince’s keep once I retrieve the chalice.”

“Yes, I know. And while I admire you greatly for your constancy, I only wish to impart a little truth in the matter. In the hopes of broadening your horizons.”

“Does Rumpel know you’re here. Did he really send you?” Giles had the strangest sense that the fairy was lying, at least in part.

Rumpel may share these truths with his wife now, but he doubted his prince would send a fairy to come and find him just to tell him what was pledged. It made no sense, especially with his son’s well-being on the line, Giles would think romance to be the least of his prince’s concerns at the moment.

“Well, he did ask me to come and tell you to hurry it up. He asked you both to make haste, though he is fully aware the journey to Fyre would take nigh of a month, if not longer. Truth is, once I explained to him the length of the journey and gave him a tonic to help keep Erualis’s life force strong enough to weather the month, I didn’t technically need to make this trip out to see you.” She pinched her lips.

“So the boy is okay?”

“For now. The daily tonic treatments will stave off his death for a little while longer. He’s got another two to three weeks at most, but that should be enough time for you to reach the chalice.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” he snapped. “I’ve been worried sick and it never crossed your mind to tell me we had a little more time?”

She spread her arms wide. “A little subterfuge just so that I could get in to see you—you can’t blame a girl. The magic of this shack was such that Lilith willed all away from it unless they had some dire news to impart.”

“So you fooled the magic?” His lips twitched. The fairy was not nearly as mad as he’d first assumed.

“It’s what I do, demone.” She smiled broadly.

And for just a moment Giles felt a quickening of respect for the doll-sized woman.

“I did indeed have news, though not nearly as dire as I’d first alleged. And let’s face it—Rumpel is hardly concerned when it comes to matters of the heart. Unless of course it involves his own; outside of his family the man is fair blind. But Lilith’s heart is near and dear to me and she is the real reason I’ve come.”

Her tone was suddenly much more serious.

Beyond curious to know the truth, just this once, Giles broke his own rules. “What did she pledge?”

“Her death.”

Her eyes were so serious that Giles could not doubt it.

“In return for what?” he asked in disbelief.

Death had occasionally resulted for a pledge who had not met their end of the deal, but it was a seldom occurrence and one Rumpel resorted to only rarely. Only when left no recourse. No matter that the outside world believed his prince had no heart, Rumpelstiltskin had a sense of honor that he clung to. Rumpel was fair and brutally honest.

“For completing the mating pact.”

“What?” He snapped as ice ran through his veins. “Why would she do that?”

Danika closed her eyes as she slowly drifted down to the edge of the bed. Landing, she drew her wings down and sat crosslegged before him, picking at a loose thread on the sheets. The tiny fairy was suddenly cloaked in sadness, and as much as he liked to believe himself immune to emotion, he felt too.

He tried to hide it, because emotion was a weakness in his line of work. Not as Rumpel’s personal valet, but as the master of the games. Time and again Giles had seen hearts shatter, seen dreams wither and die when a pledge realized that their life’s ambition would never be realized. Always he’d told himself that they’d known the rules before entering and if they failed it was on them.

But on occasion he’d felt the prick of remorse and had had to swallow it down deep. Knowing to give into it would cripple his ability to perform.

Now, with Danika before him staring down at the sheets with a look of hopelessness, he couldn’t turn it off. Because this time he knew the applicant, and though at times she vexed him, he liked her more than he ought to.

“What did she do?” he asked again.

It took another few seconds before Danika would look back at him. “Did you not wonder why her parents did not argue when you came to them?”

“Because Violet knew I’d be coming—”

Shaking her head, she cut him off in midsentence. “The Heartsong might be powerful, but she is not a mind reader. She knew because I told her. Because Shayera told me about your quest and immediately I concocted a plan, our last hope of salvation for that dear girl.”

“I don’t understand, is she dying now?” Just the thought of it made a strange buzzing sound in his ears. Lilith was so vivacious and lovely, full of youth and verve, why would anyone like her wish their death? It made no sense.

“I’m sure she is terrified out of her mind. Her petition was very specific, the child thought every last little detail through. There is hardly any wiggle room out of this mess.”

“What did she do, Danika?” he repeated more forcefully.

Squaring her shoulders, she looked at him. “She was thirteen and mocked daily because of the love shared between her father and mother. Not of the same species, it is a match highly frowned upon within their settlement.”

“So why didn’t they just move?”

“Because he was the Big Bad Wolf and she the Heartsong, evil incarnate. Who would take them in? Any other village and the two of them would likely have been stoned in their beds. At least there the pack physically left them alone, but the verbal abuse was horrific, especially for a child as tenderhearted as Lilith. The moment she’d gone through her reaping, she took the journey to Rumpel’s castle and pledged her soul to him. That she should never mate with anything outside of her species. And if she did, that she would keel over dead.” She snapped her fingers. “Problem is, wolf shifters are normally rotten bastards.”

He shook his head. “They’re regal and—”

“No, dear.” She shook her head slowly, picking at baby’s breath blossom on her bodice. “The actual wolves, yes, but not the shifters. Their humanity can be their greatest weakness. Their lust for violence and anarchy, their quick tempers… She could never fall in love with one of them. Lilith is an alpha, anathema to a shifter because of her headstrong and willful nature she would be reviled. Not seen as a peer but as someone trying to usurp their authority and leadership. And because a female alpha within shifter circles were so rare they would not understand the treasure they’ve been handed. Their callous and cruel nature would slowly destroy her.”

“So why pair her off with me in this manner? It is cruel. If she made the deal with Rumpel it cannot be undone.”

These revelations only hardened Giles’s resolve to stick to the plan. Retrieve the chalice and send Lilith back to the safety of her home. Perhaps there wouldn’t be a love match for her, but there were worse things in life. At least she had a clan to return to, a home where she was loved.

“You are not understanding, Giles. You saw what those wolves meant to do to her.”

“She was in heat.”

“No.” She swatted his words away. “The first night.”

His jaw clenched remembering the group of men, he’d wanted to rip them limb from limb for cornering her. For entrancing her as they had, very nearly raping her. “I’ll kill them if they try again.”

Her lips twitched. “Then there would be others. And others still. They don’t want her, Giles, none of them do. They want to break her. To own her. It is sport for them and nothing else.”

Standing, he began to pace. “Are you saying she can never return?”

“No. Not there. Not without a mate. It is her only source of protection now. She will move on to one pack after another, but the moment it is discovered who she really is, she will run. An endless vicious cycle for her, she has tainted blood. She is impure. She would never be cherished by a wolf. She couldn’t have known that when she made that deal, but it is the truth nonetheless.”

“Why should she even need a mate? She is a grown, beautiful woman. You say we’re in the twenty-first century—isn’t the idea of a mate antiquated?”

“You’re preaching to the choir there, demone.” She held up her hands. “I’m all for blazing your own path, believe me. The idea of a fairy falling in love and marrying, it is blasphemy.” She shrugged. “And yet that did not stop me from doing just that with the Man in the Moon. Unfortunately, even fairies are more progressive than wolves. They’ve just barely evolved one step up from the Neanderthal. As much as I wish it were otherwise, it is what it is.”

“And so it is me or nothing.”

“Well, not entirely.” She thinned her lips. “It is demone as a whole. You see, when Lilith made the deal Rumpel asked her to specify which genus in particular she wished to stay away from. She mentioned all species of Kingdom, except—”