There was an obscene amount of blood. Bailey couldn’t focus on anything else. It was pooled in the floor, someone had smeared it on the countertop near the kitchen sink, and there were streaks across the front of the large stainless steel fridge. Her grandfather had not been moved, still laying facedown in the floor like a discarded doll. He was smaller than she remembered. Shrunken, aged, different. Jonas Fee had been larger than life. Proud, loud, and equal parts beloved and hated. He was a driven taskmaster, a military genius, and the kindest man Bailey had ever known.
This shrunken corpse decorating her floor was not Jonas Fee, for all that it might wear his face. The ethereal bit that had inhabited this fleshy mound had long gone.“How long?” Her question was aimed at Silas. She wasn’t asking about the length of time he’d been lying on the unforgiving floor, pouring out his life essence. She wanted to know how long the only man who had ever loved her in any true sense of the word had been gone.“It started a year ago.” Silas whispered. “It was just tremors at first, then the age settled on him. We couldn’t figure it out. We had experts from the four clans working on him round the clock for months. Finally, he just refused treatment.” Silas’s voice caught. “Then the stroke. He’d been unresponsive. Nothing roused him.”Bailey’s fingers found the ropey scar on her shoulder, stroking it. She had been so angry. So hurt. A frightened, spiteful child that ran away at the first signs of true responsibility. She had developed a distaste for the consistent violence in her life. She bemoaned her destiny. She couldn’t blame her mother, and couldn’t rage at the lackluster suicidal father.Jonas had been ready to retire. Spend his golden era as advisor to the new Inherent. Watch her grow and learn, and live. A born leader, he’d called her. His true legacy. They were both stubborn, pigheaded, and occasionally cruel.The fight was the same as every one leading up to her departure. Except that time in the heat of her anger, she had flung out those hateful words. ‘If I had been your son, I’d have killed myself long before I got some whore knocked up! Your dad probably leapt in front of the Redcap just so he didn’t have to be near you!’He’d just returned from a particularly nasty round up. He had been offloading his weapons. She regretted the words the moment she’d spoken them.Before she could flounce off for effect, something hot and fiery had sliced through the skin near her shoulder, the edge connecting with bone. Jonas had thrown one of the cold iron knives at her, his eyes flashing. He hadn’t said a word after that, just stepped over and jerked the blade back out of her body.Cold iron was deadly to full blooded Fae, but merely an inconvenience to the Inherents. A cold iron wound healed slower. It also left scars, no matter the level of healing magick thrown at it. It was a warning that there were some lines even Bailey couldn’t cross.She had ran away, let her hurt fester into hatred. Now she stared at the lifeless husk of her grandfather, and her anger gathered about her like a brewing storm.“You rotten son of a bitch!” She screamed, crossing to the body in a single stride, her foot pulled back viciously, aiming a kick at him. Silas pulled her back before she connected, but not before her bare foot squished in the congealing blood. “Let go of me!”Silas pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her as she fought uselessly against him. “B, it’s an active crime scene. You can’t do this.”He picked her up and forcibly removed her from the room. He carried her down the short hall to Jonas’ study, shutting and locking the door behind him. The smell of leather and paper assaulted her. The scent of home.She could feel her magick gathering. The anger rose in her body, her muscles vibrating with the force of emotion. Her anguish was all-consuming, tempered by the fear she might unleash her full magick.She stood in the middle of her grandfather’s study, hair whipping around her body from some invisible internal maelstrom. “He wasn’t supposed to actually die. He was supposed to live forever so I could hate him. He was supposed to still be here. He was just playing at being sick, Silas, to get me to come back. That’s why I didn’t-" She bit back a sob. "That’s what I convinced myself of. Then he goes and gets himself fucking murdered.”She laughed, a mirthless sound that rippled around the room. There was a knife slicing through her soul, a deep-seated fury taking root. “By the Gods, Silas, I make an oath right now, and you’re here to witness. I will take this transition tonight, and then I will find the sick bastard that did this. If I don’t, I will burn this mother to the fucking ground.”“B--don’t! Don’t say that…” Silas was pale, shaking, his personal anguish heightened by her own. “You’ll be forced to keep your word, you know that.”“I am deadly serious. I will raze these lands until there is nothing but ash if I don’t lay hands on my grandfather’s murderer.”A transition of power was usually a celebration. The end of one era, and the start of a new one. The Clan house was quiet, too dark. There was no laughter and light here. The ritual would need to begin as soon as possible. With the Portal Inherent dead, the wild fae magick holding the portal together would become unstable, and possibly implode. Time was decidedly not in Bailey’s favor.Silas oversaw the removal of Jonas’ body, and after thorough examination and investigation of the scene of the crime, set a team on making sure the mess was cleaned up. Bailey was grateful for her steadfast cousin. He would have made an excellent Portal Inherent, if he weren’t a second cousin, once removed.Everyone else would be in the courtyard by now, waiting for her arrival. She stood at the door of the clan house and took a deep breath. Only Silas and Gemma would be accompanying her. Ritual dictates that the Portal Inherent have their two most trusted people by their side, as the transition can be painful and overwhelming. It helps if they are strong in their own innate abilities, and both Silas and Gemma were the strongest people she personally knew.A night breeze picked up the hem of the long white gown, tugging at it playfully. For a moment, a smile pulled at her lips, before it fell away. She had been frightened of this moment, but now that it’s come on the heels of her grandfather’s death, she felt calm, serene.The path to the portal flickered with soft light. A simple illumination spell captured in hundreds of tiny lanterns, no bigger than her thumb-tip. She was barely conscious of her walk, her companions silent and pensive behind her.Her steps were strong and sure as she entered the courtyard to the portal. There would be no doubting her confidence now. She ignored the large audience, eyes trained on the altar stationed in front of the portal. A relic of some bygone pagan era, fashioned from a solid piece of rose quartz.She ascended the dais, and stood before the altar, turning to face her enraptured audience. No one spoke, all eyes on her. Silas and Gemma stood at the edge of the dais, their backs to the crowd, pain and worry on both their faces. She graced them with a small nod, before turning her attention back to the crowd.“I come of my own free will.” Her words were loud in the reverent silence. “I enter into this ritual being aware of all who have sacrificed--” the word caught in her throat, threatening to choke her. She swallowed hard, and continued. “Sacrificed their time, their bodies, and some with their lives, so that I may be here.”She stepped backward until she touched the altar. She could feel the very air becoming heavy. Harder to breathe. She lifted a hand in the air, the other gripping the edge of the altar. “I give myself freely, to the Earth, to the Fae. With the blood that flows through my body, I call forth the portal.”The cool night air whipped around her as her own magick sprang forth. Her back was to the actual portal, but there was a collective gasp in front of her. She stiffened against the wind that buffeted her.“I accept my birthright!” She screamed into the burgeoning storm. Thunder rolled ominously in the distance, as lightning danced in the sky above her. “I accept my charge! I give of myself freely expecting nothing in return. I am Inherent, Heir of the Portal, and I lay claim to my inheritance.”Lightning struck nearby, all the hair on her body standing on end as the harsh scent of ozone threatened to overwhelm her. Led by an instinct older than even the shifting, rocking earth under her feet, Bailey scrambled atop the altar.Someone screamed in the crowd as lightning struck over and over around the courtyard. Her entire body thrummed, she could feel the portal behind her reaching out for her body.“Bear witness, Clan Fee, and hear me!” Her words echoed by the wind around her. “There is no corner to hide for the one with blood on his hands!”Silas screamed her name, but it was lost to the wind. She was beyond hearing, beyond seeing. The words poured forth through her, not from her. Not that Silas could know. The portal behind her shimmered and glowed. There was an anger there; ancient and deadly. Visible tendrils of wild fae magick snared Bailey, jerking her into the air and holding her aloft.The portals were sentient! How had Jonas never told her?! They spoke, whispered of all her desires, all the desires of who had ever crossed through. The magick cradled her tenderly, looping more tendrils around her.She could hear her own twisted screams, but she felt no pain. She was not part of that body any more. She was more. She was other. She was the portal incarnate. And she was pissed.Someone had taken something dear from her. More than a grandfather from his grandchild. Transitions were meant to be a peaceful passing of the mantle. Everything died eventually, even preternaturally long-lived species. It was the way of the world. Murder was not.Another hoarse scream, not hers. Magick burst away from the portal, striking among the crowd. One…two…three times in succession. Three bodies left behind, souls snatched away.‘Mine!’ The magick around the portal hissed at her, ‘The price of three souls for one. Each with blood on their hands. There is more, little one. More we cannot reach. Seek them, for they seek to unmake us. Follow them into Faerie…’ The portal twisted through her mortal body. ‘Do not be fooled, there is betrayal here. Find it!’Bailey screamed as she was slammed back into her own body, toppling through the air like a toddler’s discarded plaything. She tumbled into the ground to the right of the dais, the breath rushing from her lungs. Someone touched her, pulled her close, and then they were running. She choked on the acrid stench of smoke. “The bodies, collect the bodies!”“Already on it. Jeez B, do you have to be so dramatic with everything?” Silas’ laugh was shaky, and welcome to her ears, even as she slipped away from consciousness.Silas scrubbed his hands over his face, his shoulders slumped. He had never attended a transition before, being too young when Jonas took the mantle nearly a century previous. However, this did not seem to be an ordinary occasion. Even the most senior clan members were deeply disturbed. Why had the magick attacked? That was the million dollar question. Was it due to the oath Bailey had made earlier, or in reaction to her statement on the dais during the ritual?Bailey had yet to wake, and it’d been over an hour. He was tempted to shake her until her teeth rattled, but obviously her body needed to recover. He had snatched her away from the panicked crowd as fast as he could, and hopefully he was the only one that had witnessed the myriad of bruising that blossomed over her body, or the welting and burns. As far as he was aware, the magick had never attacked its own Inherent before.Maybe it was the jump in the line of succession, suicide was not a common thing among the Halfling clans.
“B…a Spark?!” Silas laughed outright. “Yeah right.” He waved his hand at Beckett. “Go on with that mess, no one has time for your comedy routine.”“I would watch my words, Halfling.” Beckett narrowed his eyes. “We are swift to offense, and I wouldn’t want to have Gemma need to cry at your funeral.”Silas leapt from the couch. “Don’t be too sure I’d be on the losing end of that, Prince. All of you full bloods underestimate us. We‘re the best of both you and humanity.” He flipped his hand in a vulgar gesture. “And you’d best remember that. You’re on my turf.”“Ah yes, your ’turf’.” Beckett curled his lip. “It wouldn’t matter whose turf you happen to be on, child. I’ve had centuries of nothing but pure boredom.” He stalked forward, stopping just close enough to tower over Silas. “I know more than just ten ways to kill someone, and they would not be able to detect that it was anything other than natural causes. I would suggest you do not underestimate me.”It wasn’t supposed to happen, Sil
Bailey stood amidst the silence, arms folded across her chest. No one moved, breathed, blinked. She shrugged her shoulders, tossed her hand in the air.“I’m going to get dressed. I would suggest you all do the same. Silas, I need you with me. I need to know about the corpses.” She turned on her heel, striding from the room without a glance backward.Her insides rolled with an anxiety she refused to show. She needed to be alone when her mask cracked and crumbled around her feet. She would allow herself a good cry, and then do what she needed to do.There had been no other recourse, and eventually the fae princes would acknowledge that. She had to have their power at her back, they were the most respected and feared Sidhe in Faerie. Gemma was already loyal to her. She had to force their loyalty as well, otherwise it would make her task more difficult.She understood the oath she had been forced to take during the ritual. A blood oath at that. Her fingers traced the scar on her shoulder a
Jayce stared at the doorway Bailey had flounced through with a sense of impending doom. He was angry, betrayed. She had taken a freedom from him, and now he had no choice but to follow where she led, and he was livid. Judging by the looks on the other two, they were trying to process this development as well.“Can she…actually do that?” Tobin’s voice was small.“It appears she can, and did.” Beckett answered. They had yet to leave the floor. They were each rooted by their own shock and horror. Their choice had been stolen from them, their will taken and twisted until it would serve her purpose. It was terrible.Gemma had not moved either, tears in her large eyes. “She did what she felt necessary.” Her voice caught on unshed tears. “That doesn’t make it okay.”“Of course it does not!” Beckett snapped, leveraging himself to his feet. “I have thus far remained untied to any female. Now I have no choice but to be tied to this one, until my death!”“Or hers.” Jayce supplied grimly.“With he
Bailey felt the thrum of the portal in her whole body. The anger and injustice had worn off, leaving her nauseated and sad. For the longest time, her grandfather had been her whole world. The person she had loved the most. And now he was gone. Just snuffed out, well before his time. It was heartbreaking, but it was the new reality that she existed in.Part of her was excited by the amount of power flooding through her. It kept washing over her. It was an ancient knowing presence, sentient wild fae magick. It purred, a living thing in the back of her mind, teasing claw tips into her nervous system, testing the limits of her control. The closer she physically came to the portal, the more the magick rode her. She could feel it swirling off her skin, a crackle of heat.Vines tugged at her shoes, flowers blossomed throughout her hair, died, and blossomed again. Somewhere, a wind kicked up, swirling snowflakes and leaves around them."I don't want to alarm our party leader," Beckett halted.
All Tobin could think about was the kiss as they filed toward the portal. Jayce still had him by the back of his tunic, grumbling low to himself. But that kiss. Her lips had been so soft, and her body had molded to his in a way that made him yearn for her soft curves."Get yourself together, Autumn, or I'll make sure you don't go near her again." Jayce growled in his ear.Tobin halted, turning to face the Spring prince. "What is your issue? You can't seriously be jealous over a half Spark!""Spark?" Bailey hesitated on the steps to the dais where the portal sat. "Who's a Spark.""You, Halfling." Beckett grinned salaciously. "You're Spring's Magick ordained other half. His Spark, twin flame, soulmate." He sniggered unkindly. "Imagine the horror, being fated to a Halfling! His kingdom will have an uprising if he brings you back as Queen.""So will yours." Gemma cut in, leveling him with a glare. "Don't forget you are name-bound. As good as married in the eyes of your court."Bailey paled
Even the air was magical, as Bailey took a deep breath and sighed out almost dramatically. It tasted of spring and sunshine and fresh blossoms. "So where is the Spring Kingdom?" She looked around, as if there would be a signpost."It's to the east about a half day's walk." Tobin had escaped Jayce's hold on him, and sidled up to her, holding out his arm. "I'd be happy to escort you.""No you don't!" Gemma pushed herself in between them. "I did not sign up for being a spectator to sex on a stick-bed. We need to head out if we have any hope of reaching Spring by nightfall.""Aw, I think it would be quite entertaining to watch 'sex on a stick-bed', the moss around is springy enough." Beckett gestured around them. "But yes, we do not have time to dally any further in the forest, not if we want to have a timely arrival."He took a step toward Bailey and lowered his voice dramatically. "In other words, we must make haste if we want to come quickly.""Not you too!" Silas grabbed Bailey's arm a
Tobin felt the anger in the pit of his stomach. He bristled, vibrating with the horror of having someone under his protection attacked so boldly. That a kobold, of all creatures, was able to spring past the four fae guarding the Halflings spoke to some magickal assistance that was not inherent in the creature itself.He could feel his fists clenching as he took in Bailey's disheveled appearance. She held her arm close to her body, standing there between the other Fae Princes covered in blood that was both hers and the kobold's."We need to move, now." Jayce's voice was venomous. He looked as shook and angry as Tobin felt, his body rigid. Beckett was his usual easygoing self, thought there were deep lines of anger etched around his mouth that belied his relaxed posture."I agree." Silas pulled Bailey into his side, heedless of the gore covering her. "It isn't safe to just stand here. In my experience, where there is one low fae, there are more waiting on the sidelines."The party restar