“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, Silas was just going to curl his fist and rage at the arrogant prick. However, as he curled his fist, his body had other ideas. Decades of training kicked in, and lightning reflexes blurred his movement. He slammed his fist into the perfect nose of the overly egotistical elf. There was a satisfying crunch of bone.Beckett wheeled backward a moment, clutching his nose almost comically. He cursed, not that Silas actually understood the words, he only knew a few phrases in the old language of the Sidhe, but the tone made it clear the words were profanity.Beckett took a moment to recover, before launching himself on Silas. The two crashed into the couch, and Gemma leapt away. She screamed at them, but bruised egos forced them on, trading blow for blow. Neither used their magick, both needing the release of the physical fight.As soon as it had begun, it ended. Both Beckett and Silas were suspended midair, toes barely scraping across the floor, hands locked tightly to their sides, unable to move. They were shifted slightly, necks craned unnaturally to the now open door at the other side of the family room.Bailey stood in the doorway, chest heaving, eyes too bright. “I will not condone violence in my home anymore!” They lifted even further, gagging, eyes bulging as their air flow was slowly cut off. “Do I make myself clear?!” She flicked a finger and both males were tossed haphazardly in opposite directions.“There will be no further fighting, friends.” She hissed, stalking into the room. “Not amongst us. We need each other.” She turned to face Beckett, her gaze sweeping over him, then dismissing him completely. “For now.”“Need each other?” Tobin repeated, holding his hands out in a placating gesture when Bailey turned her attention to him. She stepped forward into the room, her movements slow, considered, full of a lethal grace. Tobin backed up as she stalked toward him.“Yes, need each other.” She whispered, her voice a deadly silk that dropped across the room. “The portal has shown me things, Lordling.”Silas stood, clutching at his throat, his eyes tracking Bailey warily. “How can the portal show you anything? It’s just a collection of magicks that happen to touch both worlds.”Bailey kept advancing. Tobin felt the wall at his back. He was cornered, no where else to move. He did not want to resort to using his magick against the Halfling, but he would. Bailey stopped a handbreadth from him. She stared directly into his eyes for several long moments.He felt trapped, his eyes darting around the room, pleading for anyone to assist him. “They can’t. There is not a person in this plane or the next that will ever be able to help you if I so choose.” She answered his unspoken plea. “However, Mabon, you have no need to fear me.”Tobin flinched even further into the wall, his hands dropping to his side. His heart pounded against his ribs, her eyes keeping him rooted to the spot. His breathing was a sharp sound in the silent room, harsh and rattling as he worked to get a deep breath into his lungs. His throat tightened with a mixture of fear and a sudden longing to know exactly how she tasted.He swallowed thickly, “How do you know that?”She stepped close enough he could feel the heat of her body through his linen shirt. The world had narrowed to only the two of them, as his harsh breathing caught in his chest. Was she always this intense?“I told you,” She whispered conspiratorially. “The portal told me things.” She whirled away from Tobin and the breath flowed back into his lungs. “Still does, actually. Whispers.”Silas felt the shock on his face. “That’s insanity. Portals can’t talk!”“Of course they can.” Beckett sneered, blood coating his cheeks and chin from his nose. He remained sitting in the floor where he had been tossed away. “Wild fae magick is not the same magick we are imbued with. It is sentient.”“If you knew this, why not tell us sooner?” Silas rolled his eyes.“It chooses who it speaks to. Not everyone is aware.” Beckett replied. “Now, Lady Inherent, explain what exactly the portal told you.”Bailey smiled at him, showing too much teeth. “It’s quite simple, it told me all about you three Princes. You’ve passed through a time a two, y’know.”She began her lethal walk again, this time toward Beckett. “It told me of your fears, your hopes. You leave a piece of yourself in the portal each time you enter. And the portal remembers, Cernunnos.”She smirked at him as she settled herself on the floor near him. “But you know all about that, don’t you Prince of Summer? One of the oldest and purest bloodline of Sidhe. The Idle Prince, so world-weary that not even your duties amuse you anymore.” Beckett sucked in a breath, eyes narrowed. “Also the only Prince who Sparked for someone that was already spoken for. I wonder, do you get a second shot at love? Will there ever be another Spark for you?”His shoulders slumped, and he shook his head. “What other secrets do you know, child?”“To you, I may seem like a child, but I’ve seen enough in my life to age me quite quickly.” She stood and padded closer to him, looking down. “Would you like to see?”His mouth dropped in surprise as she threw herself in his lap, magick wrapping around her like a cloak. Beckett screamed, his head thrown back, body arching. The wild magick that simmered under her skin sank into his bones.Scenes flashed in his head, a mother’s grave, a father’s bloody body immersed in a pool of tinted water. Faster and faster the images came, a crying child, a loving grandfather, death after death after death. The portal, Jayce’s eyes, men with blood on their hands. Faerie.“Enough!” Tobin’s hands closed around Bailey’s shoulders, physically hauling her off Beckett. His body was slicked with his own brand of magick, protecting him against hers. “Stop this!”She didn’t fight him, instead, once she gained her feet, back to him, she allowed herself to drop into his body. She fitted herself against his frame and grabbed his hands on her shoulders. “Your magick won’t save you, Tobin.”The moment stretched between them, before he found himself on the floor with no knowledge of how he’d gotten there. “Now…I just need one more to complete the set. The wild magicks demand a price. Three souls. The portal took its payment, now I need mine.”Gemma stared at her friend, her sister. “What are you doing, B?”“Tying up loose ends.” Bailey replied distractedly. “Ah, got him.”There was an audible popping sound, and suddenly Jayce was in the floor with Beckett and Tobin. “Jarylo, nice of you to join us.”Jayce’s eyes rounded and he attempted to stand. He couldn’t find purchase on the floor and instead attempted to scramble away. “No, no. Now. Mabon, Cernunnos, and Jarylo, you are hereby bound by name to serve the portal and this Inherent.” She gestured at herself. “By name I call you.”The room grew heavier, darker, her magick swirling tight around her body, earth, fae, and wild fae. She leaned forward, touching each elf prince on his throat. “Now you bear my mark, and are tied to me.”She threw her head back, a manic laugh bubbling out of her. “From now until death claims us all, you are Mine! Bound by night, by the storm, by all Chaos itself. So mote it be!”The clan house shook on its foundation as a thunderclap of magick imploded on them all.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
Bailey was distracted by her thoughts, so the final hour trudging through the forest seemed to pass by quickly. All she could really think about was Tobin and the two fantastic kisses.She lifted her fingers to her shoulder, the ache almost completely gone. Just his kiss was enough to fill her personal Magick to the brim, and the wound on her shoulder was closed over, beginning to heal."Pay attention, little Halfling, you're entering my Court and we all have roles to play." Bailey jerked at Jayce's voice in her ear. He leaned in to her, but still maintained a distance that made her wish he were closer."I've noticed you aren't as tactile as most of the fae I've met. Is there a reason?" She looked up at him curiously."It isn't the most important detail, not when you've a murderer to catch." He replied, face going stony."I suppose." She tilted her head at him, "But what's the harm, when I'm apparently a supposed Spark?"His sharp intake of breath made her smile. And then the guilt cra
Jayce felt his body go rigid as his Court persona slipped over him like a glove. There would be no time to relax, not as long as he was here, the face of his Court. Especially with two Halflings in tow, one of which was his Spark.He longed to be at the sithen already, so he could consult his father. Sparking with a Halfling was nearly as bad as sparking with a lower fae. He wasn't sure what his father would make of that or their name binding. Danu gifted or not, his father might smite her out of sheer audacity.He nodded at the crowd imperiously, ambling through the outlying villages to the local stables. It would be faster to travel by carriage to the sithen. Getting the Halflings out of the public eye would be for the best, because fae were curious and mischievous by nature. There were too many variables to account for if he didn't get them to the sithen as quickly as possible.The stable master was a dark skinned wood elf with a shock of bright green hair. She smiled salaciously at