The Faerie Prince (Creepy Hollow, #2) (32 page)

“Yeah.” I hug the cushion a little tighter. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Not really.” He rubs a hand across his eyes. “It’s just weird, that’s all. I didn’t know she had a child.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I only met her once, but she made it clear she hated you and Mom, and I want to know why. I’ve kind of been picturing you guys as training rivals, but her feelings seemed a little intense even for that.”

Dad shakes his head and lets out a long sigh. “We weren’t rivals, V. Angelica was your mother’s best friend.”

My mouth hangs open.
Angelica was my mother’s best friend?
Once again, it seems I have to adjust the picture I have in my head of my parents’ lives. “But . . . I thought Zinnia was Mom’s best friend. And you and Linden were friends. You all trained together, and then you worked together, and then you had babies, and everything was peachy up until the day Reed died.”

Dad sighs again. I have a feeling this conversation is going to be full of sighs. “You must know by now that life is never that simple, V. I mean, yes, all of that is true. But Angelica was there too, and she made life a lot more . . .” He holds his hands up. “I promise I will explain everything to you, right from the beginning, but first tell me where you met her and what she said to you.”

“Well, it was a little weird, actually.”

“Labyrinth weird?” Dad says with a knowing look.

“Yes. You know about the labyrinth?”

“I wish I didn’t, but I do.”

And the picture keeps readjusting.
“Okay, well, Nate and I went down there to find Angelica. She told us that an Unseelie faerie had built the labyrinth and trapped her down there because she refused to give him this item of power she had—a disc.”

“With a griffin-snake symbol on it?”

“Yes. She explained that it had belonged to the powerful halfling Tharros. Apparently while he was still alive he transferred part of his power into several objects so that if he were ever drained of his magic he’d have other sources of power to draw from. She told us we needed to go back to her home in the human realm—where Nate lived—and bring her the disc so she could use it to get out. We didn’t do that, of course. But before we could leave, she recognized me. She and I fought, and Nate and I managed to get out alive.”

“Do you still have this disc?” Dad is sitting on the edge of the couch again.

“Um, no. Nate stole it. I assume he took it right to Zell, who, it appears, has a few more of these discs. Angelica made it seem like there was only one.”

“Zell has more of the discs?” Dad closes his eyes and shakes his head. “He must have got them from Angie,” he mutters. “And here I was hoping he’d never find her. Dammit, this is really bad news.”

I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. He seems deep in thought, and I don’t want to interrupt him, but I do want to understand why this is such bad news. “Dad?” I prompt.

He takes a deep breath and looks up at me, as if suddenly remembering I’m in the room. “Well, Angelica certainly managed to weave a lot of lies out of a small amount of truth.”

“I guess I was right not to trust her,” I say.

Dad nods. “Okay, this will all make more sense if I start at the beginning.” He shifts into a more comfortable position while I cross my legs beneath me on the couch.

“I didn’t miss anything important, did I?” Ryn asks. I look up to see him coming out of the kitchen with three mugs floating in the air in front of him. I don’t even remember him leaving the room. “Since neither of you were offering any drinks, I thought I’d play the host tonight.” He directs the mugs onto the table and sits down.

“Thanks, Ryn,” Dad says.

“Um, thanks.” I sound anything but thankful, though. It should have been me getting Dad a drink. I pick up my mug and peep inside: hot chocolate with mini rose-infused star marshmallows floating on its surface and a swirling cinnamon cloud above it. My all-time favorite. I let out a huff. Ryn is acting perfect and it’s annoying me.

“So,” Dad says, “there were five of us. Rose and Zinnia had been best friends since they were little. Linden and I grew up next door to each other, so we were also very good friends. The four of us met when we began our training at the Guild. That was when Angelica moved to Creepy Hollow and joined our class. Soon enough the five of us were inseparable. We sat together in classes, begged to be put in the same assignment groups, and, well, being young, we also got into mischief together.

“In our third year, the girls dared Linden and me to go Underground, which was pretty much forbidden by the Guild. As you know, Undergrounders have never been fans of guardians or trainees. They generally attack first and ask questions later. But we were brave and stupid, so of course we accepted the dare. Angie said we had to steal something and bring it back to prove we’d been down there. So we broke into an old centaur’s home and found a metal disc with a griffin-snake symbol engraved into it. Rose recognized the symbol from a book she’d seen in her mentor’s office, so she asked him about it.

“He was a very old faerie—in his sixth century, I think. He told Rose about the powerful halfling Tharros Mizreth and the legend of his lost power. These were stories that had been told to him by his parents, who were guardians at the time Tharros was defeated.

“Tharros’ power was so great that he was almost impossible to kill. He had to be separated from that power, and only then could he be killed and his power destroyed independently. Some kind of weapon was constructed to do this. After much fighting and death, the best guardians from all the Guilds managed to catch up with Tharros and separate him from his power. They killed him. Most people think that was the end, but only those directly involved knew that the guardians failed to destroy Tharros’ power. Instead they captured it inside some kind of chest. They locked the chest using six different keys—the discs with the griffin on them—one to close each side of the chest. In the process of sealing the chest, some of the power was transferred into each disc. The discs were then scattered around the world, hidden by people who were meant to keep them safe.

“But the disc-keepers soon discovered that by keeping the discs on them, they had access to extra power. This, of course, could not be kept a secret. So discs were stolen, again and again over the centuries. They became so scattered that it was impossible for any one person to know where all the discs were. And that is what has kept the chest of power safe all these years.”

“And my mom’s mentor just told her all this?” I ask. “It sort of feels like it was meant to be a secret.”

“It seems he thought it was nothing more than a legend. We, on the other hand, knew it was true because of the disc we’d found.”

“And she didn’t tell her mentor about the disc?” Ryn asks.

“No. We kept that part to ourselves—and then we made a decision that would turn out to be a big mistake.” He pauses to let out another sigh. “We decided to go in search of the other five discs.”

“The five discs that could have been
anywhere
in the world?” Ryn asks.

“Yes. We decided we wanted to use Tharros’ power. We planned to unlock the chest, share the power equally among us, and we’d be the best damn guardians any Guild had ever seen. We could defeat any form of evil. Creepy Hollow and the human realm would be safer than ever before because we would use Tharros’ tremendous power for good and not evil. We did a lot of reading, exploring, and following up on rumors, but it took us a long time. It was about ten years later by the time we were each in possession of a disc. By then we were all working for the Guild. Rose and I had formed our union, as had your parents.” Dad nods toward Ryn.

“That must have made Angelica feel a bit left out,” I say.

“Yes. It did. Especially since she’d always . . . well, had some feelings for me.” Dad scratches his head, looking a little awkward as he admits this. “Anyway, we’d all been working at the Guild for just over a decade when Angie started growing rather distant. She often went looking for the sixth disc without us. You see, our priorities were changing. Linden and Zin had Reed by then. Rose and I were thinking about having a child. Angie, however, was becoming more and more focused on finding that last disc and unlocking the chest. The rest of us were starting to have mixed feelings. The discs . . . well, it’s hard to explain, but after years of using them, we started feeling different. Moody, angrier, less compassionate for those we were meant to protect. It was Rose who made the connection to the discs. She thought they must have too much of an evil influence left in them. So the four of us decided it would be best to forget about going in search of the chest. It was also, you know,
wrong
to go after the power our ancestors had tried so hard to destroy. It was wrong for us to act like we were above the Law.

“When we told Angie what we’d decided, she was furious. She said this was what she’d worked toward for years, and we were destroying her dreams. It wasn’t long after our confrontation that she left the service of the Guild and broke off all contact with us. We had no idea where she’d gone. We didn’t even know where to start looking.”

“Her family didn’t know anything?” Ryn asks.

“You’re going to think this sounds odd,” Dad says, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, “but none of us actually knew where she lived. She’d always been secretive about her family and her private life, right from the day we met her. She would never answer any of our questions about her home life, so eventually we stopped asking. That was just who she was, and we accepted it.”

“Do you think she was embarrassed about her family?” I ask. “Like, were they really poor or something?”

“If she was embarrassed, it wasn’t because they were poor. Angie always had the best of everything.” Dad takes a sip from his mug and returns it to the table. “Anyway, where was I?”

“Angelica disappeared.”

“Yes. So, time passed. Zin and Linden had Ryn. Shortly afterward, you arrived, V. We were all caught up in our peachy, perfect lives, and that’s when our discs began disappearing. We weren’t using them continuously anymore, only for the occasional
very
challenging assignment. So they remained hidden most of the time. Rose’s disappeared first, then mine. When Zinnia’s disappeared, we realized it was Angelica taking them. She dropped an earring or something in Zinnia’s cupboard. And, to be honest, we already suspected it was her.

“So Linden hid his somewhere else, and, for a while, we saw and heard nothing of Angelica. Then, one evening when I was alone at home, an elf knocked on our tree and handed me a note. It was from Angie, begging for my help. The note said nothing else except to go with the elf. Instead of going alone, I took Linden with me. We didn’t tell Rose or Zin.

“The elf lead us Underground and into the tunnels of what we later found out was a labyrinth. We found Angie in a chamber right in the center, unable to get out. And it wasn’t that someone else had trapped her down there, like she told you; she had trapped
herself
down there. Accidentally, of course. She had finally found the location of the chest containing Tharros’ power and stolen it. But she needed somewhere to keep it safe until she could get hold of all the discs to unlock it. So she built the labyrinth herself. She tried to put a complex spell on the chamber to prevent anyone from removing the chest. Instead, she prevented herself from leaving.”

“Well, that’s got to suck,” I say. “And she obviously wanted you guys to get her out.”

“Yes. She did. And we . . .” Dad hangs his head and groans. “We left her there.”

“What?” Ryn says. “You and my dad just . . . left her there?”

“I’m not proud of the decision we made. But we managed to convince ourselves it was the best thing to do. The chest was hidden in the labyrinth where nobody else would find it. Angie was trapped there without any of her discs, so she’d never be able to open it. With the upstairs part she’d built for herself, and the creatures running around the labyrinth ready to do her bidding, we told ourselves it was better than the punishment she would receive if we handed her over to the Guild.