Wild Darkness (A Bound By Magick Novel) (20 page)

It was the please.

Oh, who was she fooling? She wanted it too. And that he wanted it for reasons that were more about her than him touched her deeply.

“Go ahead and see what you can do. It’s not like you can call home though, right?”

“No. But I can call my brother and if he’s here, he can go home and have them put things in motion. Cardinian, not Simon.”

“Ah, he’s the one with a Fae wife and a Fae husband too, right?” She waggled her brows and he laughed.

“Yes. He and I share a mother, so he’s also half demon. Mei, his wife, is Fae royalty. You’ll like her. She’s a warrior like you. As is Card’s other spouse, Jayce. Card likes to live here and split his time in Tir nA nOg where Mei and Jayce have family.”

“You and Simon are lagging behind. No princesses in this lot of sisters.”

He brushed a hand over her hair a brief moment. “I’m the luckiest of all.”

She smiled because he knew he got to her with all his sweet talk. But it was sweet nonetheless.

“I’m going to call him to get things moving. I’ll come for you in an hour for dinner.”

She wandered back into her office and got to work. She had enough to stay long past midnight, but she promised her mother they’d be at dinner and she supposed they had an announcement to make anyway.

HE’D
shown up at her office door and stood there glowering until she finally got herself free and came along with him to the car.

At least she’d eat well at her parents’. He’d feel better once they were clear about how seriously involved they were and they could announce the binding too. That, and he knew Rain would make sure her daughter was taking care of herself.

“Card is headed to Lycia tonight. He’s going to get everything set up for the binding. He’ll contact me when he gets back. He’s excited to meet you and Lark both. He was in Tir nA nOg when Simon and Lark performed their binding. Might I invite your parents as well? I know it will be a quick trip there and back so there’s no pressure for them to stay over or anything.”

“I think they’d really like that. And so would I. You’re very good to me. Thank you. I mean that. I don’t say it often enough and I apologize for that. But you take care of me and I want you to know I see it and it makes me happy.”

He took her hand, kissing her fingertips. She had no idea how happy she made him. And when she said things like that it only made things better. “I was made to love you. It pleases me. But thank you for saying so. We take care of each other, no?” He knew the way she’d agreed to the binding had a lot more to do with how it made him feel than the fact that she’d get stronger afterward. Knew too that the little things he found at his desk, a cinnamon roll, a cup of coffee or a sandwich, were her way of saying how she felt about him.

“We’ll ask them tonight then. So I convinced you to move into an enclave. How much work do you think it would take to get your mother and father to do it?”

She scoffed. “It’s never going to happen. My mother has woven her power and her magick into the ground here for nearly forty years. She won’t go. This is her land. And I understand it. And my dad, well, don’t tell him this, but he thinks he’s strong enough to protect them here. And maybe he is. The neighborhood is one they’ve lived in a long time and they haven’t had as many problems as others have experienced. But that also means they’re known. Lark and I are worried, but there’s only so much you can do when it’s your parents.”

Faine laughed. “Yes. I know. It finally took all of us to gang up on my father and urge him to let Pere take over. Pere is strong. He can take a beating and not even bat an eye. But my father, well, he’s getting older. It’s hard to deal with the constant dominance battles a Pack leader has to deal with when you’re his age.”

“Like how old is he? I mean, if you’re four hundred and Simon is six hundred. What’s the life span?”

“My father is thousands of years old. He doesn’t give any exact dates, he’s wily that way.”

He told her about Lycia. About the places he loved and planned to show her. He thought about the house he had there and the way he wanted to make her comfortable in it. Perhaps add a nursery when she was ready.

“Oh, crap. I forgot I said I’d bring something sweet. Make a right up here. I’ll run into the grocery store ahead. It’s got a great bakery.”

He did as she asked. “You don’t have to come in,” she said as he pulled into a space. “I’m just going to run inside. It’ll take me five minutes.”

He frowned but got out, moving around to open her door.

“Really, Helena, I don’t know why you bother to say those things. We both know I’m coming in.”

She took his hand with a smile. “I know. But I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

He frowned at her, but it didn’t have any actual menace. She knew it and grinned back.

The store was pretty empty as it was just after seven and all the folks who’d stopped in on their way home had cleared out. She led him through the aisles toward the back where the bakery was.

“We don’t have anything like this in Lycia. The first time I came here, in recent time anyway, and I stepped into a grocery store, I think I stood in front of the toothpaste for about half an hour. Dazzled and a little stunned by the sheer variety.”

“So what do you have then? Outdoor market stalls and stuff?”

He nodded as she gazed at the pies and realized she couldn’t hear a nod. “Yes. But also stores. Usually though they’re more like your bodegas. Small with a limited stock.”

“I guess you probably get things fresher though. I mean if I had a boulangerie nearby I’d eat fresh bread every day. Also I’d weigh a million pounds because I am powerless against bread. Most carbs really. When I’m on vacation I make bread. And then I eat it all. I tell myself I’m going to give it away but I’m a total liar when it comes to bread.”

“Shouldn’t you be looking for vegan pie?”

She laughed. “Though she does love to talk up vegan baking and about half of what she makes is vegan, she’s not totally there. She is very health conscious. But she loves baked goods and she will totally have some of this really yummy Dutch apple pie. And I’m bringing real whipped cream to go with. Maybe some ice cream too. I’ll have to run extra tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Come on then. Let’s get the rest. I don’t want to be late the first time I eat dinner at your parents’ house. That’s bad form.”

She grabbed the whipped cream and some vanilla ice cream as well and they headed out.

Or they would have if they hadn’t been stopped at the checkout.

The checker clearly recognized Helena, and Helena recognized her and smiled. Only the checker picked up a little plastic sign that said “Aisle Closed” and placed it on the counter in front of the food Helena had just put down.

Helena’s smile faded. “Really? You must be kidding.”

“We don’t do business with your kind.”

“I’ve been shopping in this grocery store my entire life. This store has stocked the pantry of my house and then even after, when I moved out on my own as well.”

“Now we know what you are.”

“A paying customer without which you wouldn’t have a job?”

“We’d like to speak with your manager. Please.” Faine added the please, but it wasn’t sincere and the creature behind the register knew it.

“You need to get out of this store. Your kind isn’t welcome.”

A few customers had gathered, waiting to pay. All listening. Discomfort and anger radiated from Helena and he yearned to make it better. But he knew she had to deal with this in her way. He’d be there whatever the outcome.

“I need to speak with a manager. That’s twice we’ve asked. Do be a dear and make that happen.” Helena’s smile was tight and sort of scary. The checker stared, but she was no match for Helena, who stared back with so much intent it sent a thrill through him.

Her magick didn’t rise and he knew she made a concerted effort to keep it that way. She could have used it to make things happen her way, but then she’d be proving them right. And his female was far too stubborn to prove anyone right but herself.

“You can wait over there.” The checker pointed.

“No, that’s all right. I’ll wait right here.”

“I need to check these other people.”

“You need to deal with my groceries first.”

The checker glared at Helena, who appeared to not have mustered up a single fuck.

“You’re inconveniencing humans. It’s bad enough you have the nerve to come in here. Now go wait over there.”

At this point Helena bristled and squared her shoulders and the checker finally began to understand she wasn’t pushing around any old pretty, well-dressed woman who happened to be an Other.

Her eyes widened and Helena’s narrowed.

The person standing behind them spoke. “Jesus Christ. Just check her damned pie out and keep your opinions to yourself.”

The person behind them agreed.

But the woman with the small child in the next line piped up. “We know what they are now. You heard it yourself from Senator Hayes and Carlo Powers. They’re abominations and no decent person should have to deal with them.”

“Ma’am, I can help you.” Another checker approached and spoke to Helena before turning his attention to the checker. “Nancy, take a break. Take your drawer with you.”

The checker did her business and hustled off with muttered threats and curses.

“Helena, right?”

The new checker began to run the items through.

“Yes. I’ve been shopping here my whole life.”

“I know. We went to school together. I graduated a few years before you did. I apologize for what just happened and I hope you’ll give us another chance. Not all of us are Nancy. Fourteen sixty-five.”

Helena gave him fifteen.

He leaned close and Faine wanted to growl, but didn’t. “I’m a manager here. I’m going to recommend she be disciplined for that. It’s clear we need some storewide meetings about this issue.”

She took her change and nodded. “Thank you.” And then looked around Faine’s body to the people behind him. “And thank you.”

Those who’d come to her defense nodded and the guy immediately behind Faine said, “Shit got real today with that nutty asshole speaking out. I know things are scary but I hope you remember we’re not all that way.”

“I appreciate that. And I’d love it if you’d take a second when you got home to send your legislators a note. We need all the support we can get.”

Faine grabbed the bag and the pie and they headed out.

“That totally sucked.”

He tended to agree.

“It was nice that others spoke up.” Always good to point out positives.

“Sure. Man, I want to eat all the pie now. In the car on the way over.”

He laughed as he opened her door. “I’m sure your mother would understand if you did.”

That’s when they approached.

He was getting in on his side when her door flew open and her attention shifted as she was unceremoniously hauled from the car by three men.

“Stupid whore witch. Someone needs to teach you and your friend a lesson about knowing your place.”

He was mid shift and up over the car before he could even think about it.

•   •   •

SHE’D
been pushing her anger and hurt away, stunned, as always, by how good her man looked when her door opened up.

Confusion froze her in place for moments because she was looking at Faine and he was the only one who should have been opening her door but he was on the other side of the car so it couldn’t be him.

Hands grabbed her by her upper arms, sending pie all over the place as it hit the dash.

Her moment of confusion was over quickly enough. Quickly enough to hook an ankle around the calf of one of her attackers and send him to the ground. She pivoted once her arm was free and elbowed another on the face, and the satisfaction of the crunch of a broken nose roared through her. He howled in pain as he stumbled back, blood flinging everywhere, and she used it, drew it around her and strengthened her power.

“You ruined my pie, asshole.” She gave him a roundhouse kick, knocking him into the car the next stall over and to the ground as the alarm went off.

One of them cracked her in the back of the head with a blackjack. Which is why at first when she heard the roar she wasn’t sure if it was real or something she imagined.

She nearly fell over at the wave of white-hot pain. But the blood that had been spilled kept her focus, so she reached out, spooling her power up through the concrete, the air around her crackling with it. Faine, his beast anyway, bounded over and knocked one of them down, landing on him with an
oof
of expelled breath and what she figured was also a broken rib or two given Faine’s size and the way he’d jumped on the guy.

Her vision had stopped doubling enough for her to open her palm and blow a ball of energy right before she pulled her fist back and gifted him with a one-two punch of magic and fist right to his stupid pie-ruining bigot face. His eyes rolled up and he crumpled to the ground.

“Call the cops,” she called out to the manager, who’d rushed to the door to see what the commotion was. “And you be sure your little pal Nancy doesn’t leave.”

“What?”

She turned and the nausea rose quickly. She had to breathe through her nose for a moment. She probably would have a concussion, but her mother could help with that.

“These guys knew what I was. How on earth would some random passersby know that? Someone told them. And that someone is very likely our little white-sheeted friend Nancy.”

She pulled her phone out. “Never mind, I’ll call.”

One of the guys on the ground groaned and started to move and she kicked him—hard—before she spelled him to sleep.

The cops arrived quickly—three cars’ worth—and of course pulled weapons on Faine, who was still in his beast’s skin.

She spoke calmly, but loudly enough that they could hear her over the whimpering of the guy Faine stood on. “Nope. Wrong as usual. These three pieces of filth yanked me from the car and began to attack me. One of them hit me in the back of the head with that blackjack over there near the curb.”

“I’ll tell you when we need your story.” The cop kept his weapon trained on Faine.

She sighed heavily. “I spent the last months making excuses for you all. But I’m done with that now. You will get your damned weapon off him. I told you,
they
attacked
us
. I quit your fucking jurisdiction if you’re only going to apply the law to certain people. I’m not weak and I will not allow you to play this game. So you can collect your scum but you will get your damned guns out of my face.”

The group of police there seemed divided. Some lowered weapons, while others ranged between rage and confusion, but kept guns trained on her or Faine.

The officer spoke again. “Or what? Only one of us has a gun. How about we take this little convo down to the station?”

She was so totally done. If this asshole wanted to bring it, she’d give it to him. “If you think you can do it, give it a try.” She flexed her power and blew just a small bit of heat his way. Enough that he should understand she wasn’t defenseless.

“I think a better question to ask is whether or not you really want to push me. All I wanted was to buy a pie to take to my mom’s house for dinner where I was going to announce my engagement. A normal thing. I came to the same market I’ve come to my entire life and had some bitch give me lip about not serving
my kind
. This after a senator called for my imprisonment and or death on the news. I come out here and three thugs come up out of the blue and assault me, and then you people show up on the scene and give me more shit? I am done. Test me, Officer, but only do it if you’re sure you can handle what happens.”