Night's End (15 page)

I think so, Cicely. And that someone must be you, or the world is doomed.
And with that, Ulean sped off, only a faint hint of mist trailing around my feet to indicate she'd ever been here.

I turned back to Regina. “I've put out the call. Now what?”

“We go back to the mansion and plan our attack. It will be all hands on deck. I'm afraid that New Forest will be slick with blood before morning. And thick with the dust of vampires as well. My people will fight alongside yours, and we will shake the town to the core with our resistance.”

And with that the driver turned the limousine around, and we returned to the mansion.

By the time we got back, Lannan and Grieve had put aside their differences and were deep in discussing the layout of New Forest. Chatter was adding his opinion. Rhiannon was in the corner, looking pensive. Ysandra was on the phone, and Luna and Peyton were arguing over something.

As we entered, Ysandra finished with her conversation and slid her phone back into her purse. “I have convinced the Consortium to send a group of our elite fighters—they did not want to, not after losing so many last time, but I told them if they didn't, they might lose the entire Seattle branch, should Myst win out. They'll be here in a few hours, providing they can get through the town.”

“Most likely, they'll face Myst's Shadow Hunters coming into town.” I tapped my chin. “Once our guards get here, we'll do our best to post lookouts in order to keep watch for them and help them get here. Or to wherever we happen to be at that point.”

Luna looked up. “I can help. I can summon the dead. They speak through me now, and I can be a conduit for some of the more powerful spirits.”

That sounded dangerous. I started to shake my head, then stopped. “What can these spirits do?” At Peyton's protest, I held up my hand. “We need all the help we can get. New Forest appears to be under a full-scale attack, and with the police out of action, we have to do something before morning. The vampires can't fight during the day, and bluntly put, we need whatever help we can get.”

“You'd pay the devil to kill the demon.” Peyton stared at me.

“I'd
be
the devil to kill the demon we're facing. And I may well have to be at some point.” I stared back at her, and she grumbled but nodded.

Luna twisted the hem of her blouse, and it was obvious she was nervous, but there wasn't much we could do to stem that. We were
all
afraid. “Some of the dead know powerful rituals. Some of them can summon spirits to do their bidding—on the physical plane as well as the astral. If I can contact a woman named Dorthea, who is one of my ancestors, she may be able to bring us a host of spirits to fight on our side.” She shivered. “I will do whatever you need me to, Cicely. I realize how bad things are.”

“What do you need in order to summon her?” Ysandra took Luna's hands in hers, calming the bard. “I can help.”

“I can't do it here—the vampires have a very effective dampening field in place. We'll have to move off the estate. I suppose we could do so at the Veil House—it's not that far from the center of town.” She shifted, uncomfortable. “I'd feel safer here, but I suppose there really isn't any place that is truly safe. Not anymore, is there?”

Shaking my head slowly, I said, “No, there isn't. We'll go back to the Veil House, then. Lannan, Regina, will you come with us?”

Regina held my gaze. “As Emissary, I cannot. And neither should you and Rhiannon. But we will send a contingent of our men with Luna and Ysandra. They carry weapons that can destroy even Myst's creatures, but . . . it will still be dangerous.”

“Life's dangerous.” Ysandra stood. “I will go with you, Luna, and we will do what we can from there. We must stay in contact, though. Make certain your cell phones are charged.”

I jumped up. “On it. Ysandra, can you speak with Ulean?”

She cocked her head. “I might be able to, if she's willing to try. When she returns, we can give it a go.”

“I will go with Luna and Ysandra, too,” Peyton said. “I can be of use there—even if it's just to fetch and carry.”

I turned to Grieve, who gave me an impassive look at first, but then he ducked his head and I slipped over for a quick kiss. “My love, what are the plans so far?”

“We take soldiers and head to the town. We kill every Shadow Hunter we find. There's no way to attack Myst directly yet—not until we find out where she's hiding. Basically we're on a seek-and-destroy mission tonight, to save as many of the townsfolk as possible.”

“My grandfather is looking into where she's hiding. If he's able to find out, he'll contact me. I can always call the winds and rage through the town. It will destroy homes, but I can also destroy a number of the Shadow Hunters with a tornado.” I frowned as Rhiannon broke in.

“You can't use that power much longer without being swept up by the winds themselves. Not until you're taught properly how to control it.” She had the same tone her mother used to have—unbreakable, undeniable. I stared at her, and for the first time, I saw how closely she resembled Aunt Heather. It made me smile, and yet feel sad at the same time.

“I can't
not
use every power at our disposal. But I'll save it for when we truly need it. If it looks like we're outnumbered, I'm pulling out all the stops.”

“We
are
outnumbered, my love.” Grieve pushed away the blueprints. “I think Myst probably raided every camp the Indigo Court had set up for hundreds of miles around, if not farther. I would not expect this to be an easy fight—we are facing a monster and her minions here.”

“Perhaps we are, but all monsters have weak points. We just have to find out what Myst's are.” I glanced out the window. “It's snowing heavily. That will help against any fires that my winds stir up should I need to ride the gale through town.”

“I can help with that, too.” Rhiannon smiled at my questioning look. “Among other things, I've been learning not only how to control my flame, but how to control other flames as well. I can bend most of them to my will, if I try hard enough, now. I can use flame as a weapon, and I can quench it when it's used against me.”

“Then we are even better equipped.” We were going to need everything we could possibly put to our advantage.

Kaylin slowly crossed over to where we were standing. “I, too, have something to offer. I might still be weak from my wounds, but I'm strong enough to let my demon loose.”

I stopped. Truth was I had no clue what Kaylin's demon could do when he let it loose—I didn't even know that it was being tamed, per se. “You mean that . . . you can let it take control? I thought that we put a stop to that when we fully woke it up so you could come out of your coma?”

The demon, when it first merged with his body in utero, had died—but it had left behind a hatchling. Once the hatchling began to wake up, we'd had to fully help it emerge from its slumber, or Kaylin would have been lost forever, caught in the world of dreams into which he'd slipped.

“I can release it if I need to. We did merge, so there will always be part of me in it, and part of it in me, but I can give it more control. And Cicely, my demon can be horrific when roused. But if I do give over control, there's always a chance that it won't retreat so easily, and then . . .” He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and I knew what he wasn't saying aloud. If he couldn't rein it in, then he would be more demon than Kaylin, and our friend would retreat from us.

I held my breath, wanting to beg him not to go there, not to chance it. The risk was so great, and the potential loss, hard to think about. But even as I started to say something—to dissuade him—my voice faltered, and the words died on my lips. There were people dying all over town. There would be far too many following if we didn't stop this.

The best I could manage was, “Keep it in reserve, Kaylin. Like my power over the winds, we unleash these as a last resort. We may have no choice, but don't play the hand too quickly. Both of us have too much to lose if things go wrong.”

He leaned toward me, ignoring Check's glower, and pressed his head against mine. “When we first met, I thought I might . . . we might . . . Cicely, I'm glad we met. I'm glad I have the chance to fight alongside you. I've been alive a lot longer than you, but in the distant scheme of things, with you being half Cambyra, and more importantly, one of the Fae Queens, a hundred years isn't going to make a dent in our friendship. I hope always to know you, Your Majesty. And I will always owe you my life.”

Feeling like he was somehow saying good-bye, I turned away. “What do we do now?”

At that moment, a knock on the door brought another servant, with the word that our guards were waiting outside. Which meant Ulean had gotten through to them.

“You should wait here with Regina,” Grieve started to say, but I held up my hand.

“Rhiannon and I are going along. This is our battle as well, and we will have plenty of protection with you and Chatter and the guards. We won't take the helm without it being absolutely necessary.” I was getting used to stepping back, though I still didn't like it.

“You might as well let them come.” Check laughed, but there was no joy in his voice. “We can protect them better while there—otherwise, Fearless and I, and the Lady Rhiannon's guards, would have to stay here to watch over them. And your lordship and Lord Chatter would be too worried and unable to focus.”

Grieve let out a grunt, but shrugged. “Fine, but they need protection. What do we have for them?”

“We bring the Queens' leathers, Your Lordship.” The guard stepping through the door held up a suit that I had only seen but never worn. Or rather, I'd been fitted for it, but never had the chance to put it on other than when it was being made. Another guard held a similar suit, only it was forged from green leather with gold accents where mine was black with white.

We'd been fitted for them shortly after our coronation, and given the circumstances, the seamstresses had pushed them through, and the shamans had enchanted them quickly. They weren't foolproof, but they would give us more protection by far than what we were wearing.

I pulled off my cloak and stretched out my arms. Fearless and Check began fitting the gear on me. They had adapted their usual style to my tastes—well, to both Rhiannon's and my specifications—and now to go with the leather tunic, we had leather pants as well. The pants weren't quite as protective as the top, but then again, we had to be able to move and run in them. As it was, the outfit was heavy, and chafed annoyingly beneath my arms. The sleeves were a softer suede, again, to allow for movement, but overall, we were a lot more protected in the clothing than out of it. Though one good bite from one of the Shadow Hunters might pierce the hide, it would be hard-pressed to pierce us as well.

When we were decked out, we looked ready for just about anything. Rhiannon shook her head. “I can't believe we're here. We're here, in the Regent's office, Fae Queens, wearing leather armor, ready to go fight monsters taking over the town. Two months ago, I would have laughed in your face if you told me this was all going to go down.”

“Come on, Monster Fighter! Let's go out and whip us some Shadow Hunter ass.” Sounding braver than I felt, I sheathed my Queen's dagger that Regina had ordered brought in—she'd had the guards bring in all our weaponry that we normally left at the gate—and turned to face Check and Grieve. Fearless and one of Rhiannon's guards had gone to marshal the troops.

“I guess . . . we're ready?” Not wanting to go but knowing that if we didn't, the town would be a bloody mess by morning, I motioned to my cousin. “Let's take the lead, at least until we hit the gates. We need to offer moral support to our soldiers. Remember, some of them fought Myst when she first ripped through the Eldburry Barrow, then worked her way over to the realm of Summer. I doubt if they will be eager to face her and her monsters again.”

“Good point.” Rhia sheathed her dagger, too, and then—with one last look at the others, who were getting ready for their own part in our private little war—we headed out the door, ready to face the monsters hiding under the bed.