The Faerie Prince (Creepy Hollow, #2) (31 page)

He walks forward and leans toward me with both hands on the bed as he says, “I don’t
want
to be with any Undergrounder, V.
I want you.
”

Those three words send shivers up and down my arms, but I can’t help wondering how many other girls he’s said the same thing to. I shift away from him. “You say that . . .”

“I
mean
that.”

“You
think
you mean it, Ryn, and you probably do right now, but it won’t last, and where will that leave me?”

“Violet. This . . . what I’m feeling . . .” He seems to be struggling for words. “It’s so much more than anything I’ve ever felt for anyone. It’s threatening to explode out of me. How can you tell me it won’t last?”

I shrug, shake my head, and look at my knees. “I don’t know. I only know one thing for sure, and that is that you’ll break my heart.”

“No. I could never hurt you again, V. I
mean
it.” He steps back and tugs his hair. “What do I have to say to make you believe me?”

This conversation needs to end. I’m terrified that if it goes on much longer I’ll give in. And as much as I want to—and I really, really want to—I know instinctively that when Ryn breaks my heart it’ll be ten times worse than the pain I felt after Nate betrayed me. “There isn’t anything you can say, Ryn, or anything you can do. And it doesn’t matter, anyway, because I don’t feel that way about you.”
Liar, liar.
“Things were good when we were friends. Why can’t we just leave it at that?”

He lets out a humorless laugh. “You don’t feel that way about me? Now you’re just lying.”

“I am not.”

His expression is incredulous. “Yes, you are.”

How does he freaking know that? Is it written all over my face? Am I really that terrible a liar? “You have no idea what I’m feeling, Oryn.”

“I know exactly what you’re—”

“You don’t. End of conversation.”

“YES I DO! Aren’t you listening to me? I
know
what you’re feeling! I
feel
what you’re feeling! You think you’re the only one in Creepy Hollow graced with a dose of extra special magic? Well, you’re not. I feel every single flipping thing everyone around me is feeling, which, when it comes to you, isn’t usually much. But guess what? That isn’t the case anymore. I knew you were panicking when we headed onto the dance floor after graduation because I
felt
it. I knew that the moment I whispered in your ear while we were dancing was the moment you realized just how much you wanted me because I
felt
the flood of emotions that suddenly came over you. I felt it again yesterday morning when I was lying next to you in bed, and again when I was kissing you. I
know
, Violet, so don’t lie to me.”

My mouth is hanging open in shock by the time he’s finished speaking. What he said is absurd. Completely, totally absurd. It also makes a lot of sense. Ryn has always seemed extra intuitive. He knows when something is wrong, before I can even say anything. Is this how he guessed my real reason for wanting to get the top graduating prize? He was reading my emotions? “What . . . what am I feeling now?”

He takes a deep breath. “You still have a desire for me,” he says, “but there’s also fear mixed in there. Right now, though, shock is pretty much overshadowing everything else.”

He’s telling the truth. He can freaking
feel
other people’s emotions. My voice is barely more than a whisper when I ask, “How long have you known you can do this?”

“A long time.”

“And you never told me.”

“I—”

“You’ve always known my secret, and yet you never bothered to tell me yours.” Thanks to his stupid ability, he should be feeling the anger boiling inside me right now.

“Violet, I—”

“Get out of my house!”

He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. “Gladly. If you want to keep lying to yourself, go right ahead.”

I pull my shirt straight and run my hands through my hair before knocking on Councilor Starkweather’s office door. There was a letter from her on my counter this morning requesting my presence at an interview this afternoon. I knew Tora was right when she said they’d offer me a job; I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Tora told me it would be appropriate for me to wear a dress to my interview, but after my super-tight and super-puffy experiences at the Seelie Court, I’m done with dresses. Instead, I transformed a simple, long-sleeved T-shirt into a shirt with buttons and a collar to go with my pants—and I did a pretty good job.

Councilor Starkweather makes small talk about my visit to the Seelie Court for several minutes before arriving at the reason for this meeting. “The Council has discussed it, and we’d like to offer you a position here at the Creepy Hollow Guild.” She pauses, which probably means I’m supposed to say something.

“Okay. Thank you.”

She crosses her arms on top of her desk and leans forward. “You’re probably aware that we usually give graduates a longer break after graduation before offering them positions at the Guild, but with the recent attack . . . well, we need as many guardians as we can get, as soon as we can get them. I don’t want to alarm you, but the Seers have been receiving hints of a great battle in our future. No concrete visions yet and, as you know, these things can change, but we want the Guild to be fully prepared in the event of a major attack.”

“I see.” I could have predicted that, and I’m not a Seer. It’s obvious Zell is planning something, so it makes sense there’ll be a big showdown at some point. Guardians versus . . . well, whatever Zell calls his minions. And when it happens, I want to be there to kick his Unseelie ass. And Nate’s, if he dares to stand against the Guild.

“If you require some time to think about it,” Councilor Starkweather says, “I’ll give you three days. Here’s a copy of the contract.” She hands me a scroll. “Take a good look at it, and, if anything seems unclear, ask me.”

“Sure, okay.” I take the scroll from her and hope she dismisses me soon. I’m eager to get out of here.

My father is coming home tonight.

*

I clean the house. It isn’t exactly dirty, but I want it to be perfect when Dad gets here. The last time he left this home, he knew he’d be facing his fake-death. Did he think he’d ever come back? Did he look around at everything and say goodbye? Did he somehow say goodbye to
me
and I never realized it?

I don’t know what time he’ll get here, so once I’ve finished tidying and darkness has begun to fall, I resort to pacing around and around the sitting room. I hear the wind picking up outside, the leaves brushing against one another in an angry dance. It’s uncharacteristically cool for a summer evening. I hope another magical storm isn’t on its way.

When I hear a knock, I just about fall over the furniture in my haste to get to the doorway portion of the wall. I swear, if this is anyone but Dad, I’m not hesitating to tell them to get lost. I swipe my hand across the wall—and there he his. He’s wearing a jacket with a hood concealing half his face, but I can still see it’s him.

“Don’t hug me or say my name until the door is closed,” he mutters. He slips quickly past me, and I can’t help glancing out into the darkness as I wave my hand to seal the doorway. Dad pushes his hood back and turns to me. “You never know who might be watching. It’s been years, but I still like to be careful.”

“Um, okay.” I can’t believe he’s really here. In our home. I can almost imagine that no time has passed since the last time we stood here together.

But time has passed. We’re different people now. And even though I’ve looked forward to this moment since I said goodbye to him at the Seelie Court, it’s a little weird now that he’s here.

“This feels rather surreal,” Dad says quietly, watching me.

“Yeah.” I nod. “It does.” Then I laugh and step forward to put my arms around his neck. Of course this is weird, but the weirdness won’t last long.

We walk to the couch as Dad says, “Everything seems the same here except you. Whenever I think of you and imagine you at home, I see the little girl I left behind. But that’s not who you are anymore.”

“I wasn’t
that
little. I was fourteen.” We sit down. I tuck my legs beneath me, but Dad sits with his back a little too straight for him to be comfortable. Clearly this is weird for him too.

“But you’ve grown up a lot in almost four years,” he says. “And speaking of growing up, I haven’t forgotten that your birthday is only three days away.”

“Yeah, I think Tora and Raven are planning a—” My words are cut off by another knock against the tree. Dad stands quickly.

“Check who it is,” he says. “If it’s one of your friends, I can come back later.”

I cross the room without bothering to tell him I don’t exactly have friends. I create a peephole, look out, and groan. “It’s Ryn.” I swipe the doorway open. “Yes?”

“Your dad’s here tonight,” he says without really looking at me. “I came to hear what he has to say.”

“Okay, so what are you doing out here? Don’t you normally just let yourself in?”

“I thought I’d be polite and stand
outside
and knock this time.” He walks past me into the room.

“Okay, but politeness also requires that you
wait
outside until someone invites you in,” I call after him.

“Whatever.”

When I get back to the couch, Ryn is handing Dad a small vial. “What’s that?” I ask.

“Compulsion potion,” Ryn answers. “I know you’re having your happy reunion, but I thought we should check that he really is who he says he is.”

“Ryn!” I can’t believe his nerve.

“It’s okay, V,” Dad says, unscrewing the tiny lid. He tilts his head back and taps a few drops onto his tongue. He swallows and shudders. “Ugh, that stuff is disgusting when undiluted.”

Ryn touches Dad’s shoulder and says the short compulsion spell, followed by, “You will tell the truth.” Then he takes a seat on the couch opposite us.

“Now that that’s out the way,” Dad says, “will you tell me what you meant the other night when you said you’re already ‘involved’ with Marzell?”

“Okay.” I’m keen to hear Dad’s story, so I’ll make mine short. “Here’s the bottom line: Zell wants me because of my power to find people.”

“But how did he find out you have this power? You’ve kept it a secret, haven’t you?”

“Yes, but he has a spy in the Guild, and that spy somehow heard about a guardian with my ability. Zell didn’t actually find out it was
me
until Nate told him.”

“Nate?”

“Um, this halfling I was sort of dating. Zell managed to convince him to turn against me, and I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”

“I see.”

Great. Dad’s been home for five minutes and I’ve already managed to disappoint him with my poor choice in boyfriends. “Yeah, so, anyway . . . I’ve fought Zell a few times, and, obviously, I managed to get away each time.”

Dad’s eyebrows rise. “Wow. You’ve actually fought him? That’s impressive.”

I shrug, as if fighting the Unseelie Prince was no big deal, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

“Okay, so Zell threatened your life four years ago because of me,” Dad says, “and now he’s after you again for a different reason. He probably has no idea you’re the same person.”

“Well, he knows my full name, so he probably does know who I am.”

“But he never knew
my
real name. We worked with code names for most of our assignments. I doubt he’d connect your name to me.”

“Oh. Okay.”  When Dad doesn’t ask any more questions, I say, “So, are you ready to tell me everything now? The big reason behind why you had to fake your own death and abandon me?” I pull a cushion out from behind my back and wrap my arms around it. “Oh, and I want to know about Angelica too.”

He looks up. “How—how do you know about Angelica?”

“Well, the guy I sort of dated—Nate—is her son.”

Dad’s eyebrows rise higher as he sits forward. “Angelica has a
son
? And you dated him?”