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. Typically a stray Unseelie got to you before any thought of suicide crossed the mind.“How is she?” Gemma’s voice was small. Exhausted. He lifted his head. She was paler than usual, drawn and tense.“Still asleep.”“She needs to wake.”“I’m not going to wake her until it becomes vital. Everyone has gone home to rest. It’s not necessary to break the healing sleep unless some other unfortunate event forces us to.” Silas shook his head and sighed. “That was…weird…right? I know I’m not the only one.”Gemma shrugged, the movement both graceful and wooden at the same time. “I don’t know. This is my first transition as well. I’ve never witnessed anything like it. I didn’t realize there would be casualties. I would’ve worn running shoes.”She crossed the room and flopped on the couch, leaning over until her head rested against Silas. His heart fluttered like it did every single time Gemma had shown him affection, and he held back a groan. There was always an unusual tension with Gemma, especially as they had grown older. As long as she was in his life, everything would always be right with the world.“I miss it here, Silas.” Her voice was small and pained. “It’s so different in the Winter Court. I never thought I’d inherit the throne. There was always a chance that my uncle would conceive his own heir. And now, after his ‘accident’, I find it so tedious to deal with the day-to-day demands of court life. And the Unseelie are becoming harder to control.”Silas looked down at her. “How so?” There’d been fewer cases than normal for the Clan to deal with. It seemed more peaceful on this side of the portal.“It’s hard to explain. It’s not overt. And they’re always wild, driven by their baser instincts and blood lust. But the lesser Fae are more united. Like their attacks are coordinated instead of frenzied. Almost like they’re becoming cohesive. Their magick has never been the strongest, but they’re closer to the Wild magicks, so it’s disturbing when there seems to be a collective reasoning among their ranks." She stifled a yawn, and turned her head into his shoulder.Silas allowed himself a single moment to enjoy the warmth of her, his eyes closing.“Well, isn't this just cozy?” The drawl jerked him back to awareness. Prince Beckett leaned against the wide doorframe that led into the Clan house living area. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”The elf knew he was, by the wicked smirk aimed at them. Silas felt the tension stiffening his shoulders as Gemma sat upright.“Beckett…” Gemma started then shook her head. “Do you need help finding your accommodations?”His grin grew broader, a glint of something in his eyes that set Silas on edge, and he ground his teeth to maintain his silence. “Is that an offer, m’Lady?” Beckett flourished into a half bow.Gemma laughed with delight, and Silas felt his heart wither. “I wouldn’t dream on imposing on your rest, my Lord. I was merely going to give you turn by turn instruction to where you might find your room.” Her eyes hooded and she gave him a lazy smile. “If I were to accompany you, undoubtedly you would find your evening lackluster indeed. I snore.”Silas snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. Beckett nodded once and grinned again. “How’s the little Halfling?” He gestured to the closed door off the family room.“She doesn’t snore, if that’s what you’re asking.” Gemma replied.“In all seriousness, Gemma.” Tobin shoved past Beckett. “We need to know.”“Why?” Silas felt himself bristle. “You’re just here to witness.”“There’s more here than we are aware of, and I have a sinking suspicion we’re all going to be caught up in whatever it is sooner or later. I prefer sooner, it becomes easier to control the outcome.”“Maybe what you need to do is return to your Courts.” Silas’s voice was low, but lethal. “We do not need any others infringing on clan business.”“No even when this ‘business’ happens to be the portal taking the life of three of your own?” Jayce inserted. He hovered beyond Beckett, his expression thunderous. “Or how about that it almost killed your Inherent? Or maybe it was the blood vow.”Silas’s eyes rounded in surprise. “Blood vow?!”“Did you not notice that she was bleeding when you carried her? It’s on the front of your shirt.”Silas looked down. There did seem to be a stain he hadn’t registered before. “But those are just injuries, probably from scratches.”“Magick doesn’t scratch, Halfling, it burns. All three of us have witnessed transitions before. This was unique, and your little Inherent used the wild fae magick to make a blood oath. Her life is now forfeit if she fails to do whatever job she has set before herself. She is a silly child. So are you. None of you are fit to take the place of Jonas.”“Jonas had a century to learn the job!”“It doesn’t take a century to know you don’t pledge an oath of vengeance while in the throes of a ritual!” Jayce thundered, shoving past both Tobin and Beckett. “She is either going to die fulfilling some quest for revenge or die because she cannot fulfill it!”Silas paled. “She might be able to fulfill the oath.”“How? Especially when none but her know what it is.”“I do…” Silas sighed. “If it’s the same Gods-bound oath she made before the ritual. She said she was going to find her grandfather’s murderer or raze the Fee clan to the ground.”Gemma gasped. The fae princes stilled. Silas nodded grimly. “Either she fulfills the oath, or we all die.” He whispered.“Then you need to wake her up. She has work to do.” Jayce hissed and stalked out of the room.Silas glared at his retreating form. The elf was so damned arrogant. Bailey just lost her grandfather, and was forced to become the Inherent she had never wanted to be. Obviously she would fulfill her pact.“What’s his major malfunction?” Silas asked the room in general.“Ah…” Beckett gave Silas a lopsided smile. “Your Inherent is his Spark.”“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
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