Grave Dance (36 page)

“Alex, you want to lose the dress, or at least the boots?” I didn’t bother opening my eyes. “Not real y.” I was going to sleep—probably whether I liked it or not. Besides, I didn’t know what kind of wake-up cal the king planned for the morning. I didn’t want to be caught half dressed or barefoot.

The bed didn’t even shift as Falin joined me. I was lying on top of the turned-down covers, so he didn’t try to crawl under them. He slid his arm under my neck, and I scooted closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. PC stood, circled twice, and then apparently decided he wanted human comfort more than a pil ow. He climbed over me and tried to wedge himself between our hips, though six pounds of muscle didn’t give him a lot of moving power. He ended up stretched out across both of us.

“I real y messed up with the queen, didn’t I?” I asked, close enough to sleep that I was thinking out loud.

Falin’s arm tightened around me. “You did okay in the beginning. The dancers were a test. The first was an insult.

If you’d accepted the changeling it would have acknowledged that you were not fae enough to be treated with the respect a Sleagh Maith deserves. The second was closer to your status, and was to appeal to your uniqueness. Offering the third accepted you as royal, and uniqueness. Offering the third accepted you as royal, and had you danced with Ryese, she’d have been planning your wedding ceremony by the end of the night. I think you threw her when you refused al three and then chose your independent green man.” His thumb drew smal circles where it touched my arm. “It was my actions that likely bought you an enemy.”

“So why serve her?”

“I have no choice. I am bound to her, to her wil and her word. When I became her bloodied hands, I became hers completely and truly. A monarch’s bloodied hands can be her deadliest subject, so the bond is the curse’s fail-safe. It makes me both a weapon against my queen’s enemies and ensures that I pose no threat to her.” He pul ed me closer to him. “I won’t be bound forever. The curse wil pass to the next bloodied hands when my service to her is complete.”

I thought about this as sleep pressed hard against me, but I wasn’t quite ready for it to come yet. “Why did you become her bloodied hands? Why would anyone?” Power, maybe, though it came with the loss of choice and wil , so it didn’t seem worth it.
Love?
I cringed, fearing that would be what he told me.

His gloved hand moved up to my face, and he brushed back my curls. “I was born to be what I am.” When I stretched to look up at him, he went on. “I was switched as an infant, and I grew up believing I was human. When I was sixteen I was brought to the court for the first time, to learn what I was, what I was meant to be. The queen’s assassin.

Her knight. Her bloodied hands. Sleagh Maith, while one of the most human-looking fae, have the lowest tolerance for iron and technology. With the changes in the world since the Awakening, she wanted her knight to be able to function as her great champion in both Faerie and the mortal world.

That’s why she had me switched.” He paused. “I see the fae woman who birthed me once in a while. She let the baby she switched for me grow until he is about four. He’s a she switched for me grow until he is about four. He’s a handsome boy. I wonder who he would have been, if it hadn’t been for me.”

I wrapped my arm tighter around him and hugged him because I didn’t know what to say. Though his delivery of the information was casual, there was a rawness to it that spoke of old pain. I recognized it. I’d heard it in my own voice before. So I held him, and he held me back, neither of us saying anything. I was drifting when he final y broke the silence.

“Alexis?”

“Mmm?”

He was quiet for so long that I thought he might have fal en asleep. I cracked my eyes open and found him looking at me. Then, as if he’d changed his mind about what he wanted to say, he pressed a kiss against the top of my head. “Go to sleep.”

I did.

Chapter 34

I
was having the nightmare again. The Blood Moon hung red and swol en over my head. Coleman stood by my sister’s bed, a dagger in his decomposing hand. He looked at me, half his face sloughing off as he leered. He lifted the blade.

I screamed and tried to run but tripped over the hem of my gown. A gown trimmed with delicate ice roses. I’d never worn a gown in the dream before.

“Alex! Alex, wake up.”

Falin was suddenly in the dream, standing beside me.

He shook my shoulders. “Wake up.”

I blinked at him. The Blood Moon vanished. So did the bed and Coleman. But I was stil standing in the exact same spot, Falin holding my shoulders. PC pawed the air in front of me.

I looked around. We were surrounded by shadows with no discernible source. And nothing else. I took a step forward and loose sand shifted under my feet.
Where in
Faerie is a desert of sand and shadows?
I frowned. And why could I tel there were shadows in the darkness? I didn’t know, but I did know that the shadows were somehow separate from the darkness.

“Where are we?”

Before Falin could answer, a scream shattered the darkness. My head shot up as a man in striped pajamas hurtled through the air, headed straight for us. His arms flailed around him, but that did little to slow his free fal . I ducked, which wasn’t the most rational decision, but how ducked, which wasn’t the most rational decision, but how often did people fal toward me? Not exactly a situation I prepared for. When the man was stil a dozen or more yards over our heads, he vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.

I straightened, gasping for breath I didn’t remember losing. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know,” Falin said, staring at the sky, “but he’s done that a couple of times. He never hits the ground.”

Right.
I grabbed PC, cuddling him in my arms. The trembling dog didn’t object to the attention. “Where are we?” I asked again.

“If I had to guess? The realm of nightmares.”

Oh, now that sounded like a fun place. “How did we get here?”

Falin shook his head. “When I woke to your screaming, we were already here.”

Perfect.
Had someone brought us here? But who? The Shadow King? And, more important, why?

“How do we get out?” I asked, searching the darkness and shadows for a door, or even a wal .

The darkness looked exactly the same on every side.

“I think we’re picking a direction at random,” Falin said, and then pointed left. It looked as good—or, real y, as creepy—a direction as any.

The powder-fine sand shifted under our feet as we walked. We had to stop at one point as a troupe of clowns with bright hair and fake noses chased a woman across our path, leaving behind the sound of squeaking shoes in their wake. Then we passed a man in a dentist’s chair which appeared to spring right out of the sand. A teenage girl stood butt naked in front of her locker as groups of teenagers stood around her, laughing. A smal boy huddled under his blanket, clutching a stuffed tortoise as something with gleaming claws and slimy scales crawled out from under his bed.

“They aren’t real y here, are they?” I asked as I watched

“They aren’t real y here, are they?” I asked as I watched wal s attached to nothing close in on a cowering man. Both he and the wal s vanished as the wal s fel over him.

“Yes and no. They are real human psyches dreaming. But physical y? No,” Falin said, keeping a hand at the smal of my back. I wasn’t sure if the contact was for my benefit or his.
What would his nightmare be?
I probably didn’t want to know.

“No chance we’re just dreaming at this point, huh?” I asked as an airplane dove toward the sand, disappearing on impact.

“The same dream? You, me,
and
the dog?”

Okay, he had a point.

The shadows around us had been pressing closer. I thought it was probably my imagination—after al , I stil wasn’t convinced there even
were
shadows—but between one step and the next, the shadows surged forward. A solid wal of darkness sprang up around us on al sides. There is an old saying about an abyss and the abyss staring back.

This darkness stared back.

I swal owed, clutching PC tighter. Falin unsheathed his daggers. The blades gleamed, as if reflecting light I couldn’t find. I fought my enormous skirt, trying to reach my own dagger, but with PC clutched in one arm, reaching the top of my boot was no easy matter. My heart hadn’t exactly been at a calm and steady pace before, but now it crashed so loudly I could hear nothing else. I wished I wasn’t able to see either.

There were shapes in the darkness. The mind tends to try to shield itself from what it can’t handle, so it accepted only pieces. Dozens of claws here, three-inch-long fangs there, some patches of molted fur, a large pus-fil ed abscess, scales. The nightmares pressed closer.
This is where I
pinch myself and wake up, right?
Except I couldn’t seem to make my body move. My mouth hung open, but I’d long since run out of air from screaming.

The darkness loomed closer. Then the nightmares The darkness loomed closer. Then the nightmares poured over me. I lost sight of Falin as dozens of rough hands grabbed at my skin and tangled in my hair, my gown.

I huddled around PC. He whined, a loud, high-pitched cry of panic.

I lost the ground to darkness. Lost any sense of up or down. There was just darkness and
creatures.
I felt like I was flying, or sliding, or maybe the nightmare realm moved around me. I didn’t know. Al I knew was that the nightmares had found me. And the nightmares were taking me.

Chapter 35

A
growl, low and rumbling, cut through the skittering and gibbering of the nightmares. I’d long since given up on reaching my dagger, or fighting the dozens of hands grabbing me, and now I simply clung to PC, trying to keep him from being ripped from my grasp. As the threatening growl sounded again, PC gave another whine of pure terror. His heartbeat fluttered against my palm, his trembling threatening to shake him apart. I wished I could comfort him, but I felt exactly the same way.

The growl sounded a third time, and then I heard a loud, meaty
thunk.

The nightmares’ chittering rose in pitch before fal ing completely silent. Then, as quickly as the nightmares had descended, they recoiled, releasing me and drawing back.

Sand crunched under my boots again, and I col apsed to my knees.

My breath escaped me in fast, shal ow huffs—too fast. I was close to hyperventilating. I forced myself to take a deeper breath and hold it as I glanced around. I was alone in the darkness. Al alone. No shadows. No nightmares.

And no Falin.

I swal owed and took another deep breath. PC’s front paws were locked around my arm, his claws digging into my biceps. I already had several bright pink scratches from them, but as far as I could tel from my quick assessment, that was the only injury I’d sustained in the ordeal, despite the nightmares’ horrific appearances. My dress wasn’t even torn.

The darkness surged again. I tried to jump to my feet, but The darkness surged again. I tried to jump to my feet, but my legs buckled and I landed on my ass in the sand. But the darkness didn’t touch me. It churned several yards away from me and then drew back like a curtain, revealing Falin.

I climbed to my feet, forcing my shaking legs to cross the uneven sand. I stumbled more than once, and he met me halfway.

“Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing me by the elbow and helping me keep my balance.

“I should be asking you that.” Whereas the nightmares had left me uninjured, he was covered in deep scratches, his fancy suit ruined and stained.

He looked me over, and then nodded. “I’l be fine.”

He dropped my arm as he glanced around. Apparently satisfied that we weren’t in immediate danger, he ripped a section of more or less clean material from his ruined shirt and meticulously wiped the blood from first one and then the other dagger.

I watched for only a moment, then turned to stare out at the oppressive darkness. “Why do you think they pul ed back?” I asked, searching for shadows with no source.

Falin shook his head, and the low, rumbling growl I’d heard earlier fil ed the darkness in front of me. I froze.

Falin’s head shot up, the daggers gripped in his hands and ready to kil .

A hulking shadow separated itself from the darkness, its gait slow and cautious. At first al I could make out was its bright, red-rimmed pupils, but then I recognized the doglike form and realized I’d seen a similar creature before. It was a barghest, like the one I’d seen in the Bloom with Rianna.

In fact, it might have even been the
same
barghest.

“Desmond?” I asked, my voice sounding every bit as frightened and unsure as I felt.
So much for putting on a
tough act.

The barghest inclined its head, which might have been acknowledgment or might just have meant it was preparing to attack. Its eyes flickered toward Falin, focusing on the to attack. Its eyes flickered toward Falin, focusing on the stil -exposed daggers, before moving back to me. Then the doglike fae reared back onto its hind legs. He balanced like that, straightening, and as he straightened, he changed, so by the time he stood completely erect he was a man, not a beast.

“You should not be in the nightmare realm, old friend of my Shadow Girl,” he said, striding forward.

Falin stepped in front of me, blocking the barghest’s path, and the beast-turned-man stopped. It regarded us with eyes that hadn’t changed in the least, stil dark with pupils ringed in red. His hair had the inky blackness of his beast form’s coat, and it blended with the dark cloak he wore like living shadows pul ed around his body.

I placed a hand on Falin’s arm. He would be able to feel the tremble in my fingers, but I didn’t want him to attack the barghest unless he truly posed a threat. Shadow Girl was a name the fae had given Rianna, and I hadn’t missed the possessive he’d used when he referred to her. Besides, I’d heard him growl before the nightmares had retreated. He may wel have been the reason they’d fled. Whether that meant he was helping us or not was yet to be determined.

First I wanted to confirm that he was who I thought. “You’re Desmond, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “That is one name I’ve used. Now we must leave this place. The denizens of Faerie are forbidden in this realm.”

Why would they want to come here in the first place?
I didn’t ask that question. Instead I asked, “Do you know the way out?”

Again Desmond nodded. I glanced at Falin. His eyes were narrowed, his expression wary, but he shrugged.

What choice did we have? It wasn’t like we were doing so wel at finding a way out on our own. Falin sheathed one dagger, but he kept the second one in his hand, though he pointed it at the ground, not at Desmond.

“Which way?” I asked, turning my attention back to

“Which way?” I asked, turning my attention back to Desmond.

“Oh, this is good,” a new voice said, making me jump.

“The Winter Queen’s bloodied hands, a barghest, and a planeweaver al walk into a nightmare. What wil the punch line be?”

I whirled around. There had been nothing but sand behind me before, but now, not three feet away, stood a large black chair covered in intricate carvings that reminded me a little too much of the nightmares. And in the chair was a fae, his feet kicked over one ornate arm, and his back leaning against the other, his hands behind his head. He wore a grin that looked comfortable on his face, a very Cheshire cat–like expression, as if he had a secret that amused him at our expense. Dark hair fel around his high cheekbones in the kind of chaotic rumple that had to be intentional. I realized as I looked at that goth-emo hair that he was the first Sleagh Maith I’d seen with hair shorter than shoulder length.

PC growled, and I rubbed his head absently, trying to shush him as I stared at the newcomer. He hadn’t been there a moment before, but I could see through glamour, and both he and the chair were real. Judging by the thronelike seat, I guessed we must have found the local royalty. But hadn’t Desmond said this place was forbidden to the fae?

“Are you the king of the nightmare realm?” I asked.

“There is no king of the nightmare realm,” both Falin and Desmond said, nearly simultaneously.

The new fae’s smile widened. “Ah, but if there were one, I would be he. Kyran, at your service.” He didn’t rise but from his reclined position made smal loops with his wrist like someone putting on airs while bowing.

“He’s an outcast,” Desmond said, his voice al but a growl. “A scavenger scraping up the refuse the courts have discarded.”

“I like to think of myself as an opportunist,” the

“I like to think of myself as an opportunist,” the selfproclaimed king said, swinging his feet off the arm of the chair so he could stand. “Why should this magnificent place go to waste simply because the high king fears mortals?”

“What’s going on? What are they talking about?” I whispered to Falin. He’d armed himself again, but for now he only watched the other two fae.

Falin glanced at me, and for a moment I thought he wouldn’t answer. Then he said, “From what I’ve heard, when the high king and the court royalty decided the fae would announce their existence to mortals, it was also decreed that courts would no longer be al owed to build power using mortal fear. It was determined that if mortals knew fear was as powerful a magic source as belief, they’d turn against us. The Shadow King was forced to sever the nightmare realm from his court, changing it from one of the most powerful courts before the Awakening to the least powerful after the Awakening. I don’t know who he is”—Falin nodded at the cocky fae—“but he’s clearly trying to establish a court in the nightmare realm.”

“Trying?” Kyran said. “
Trying?
This court wil build itself.

Faerie may have severed its connection to this realm, but mortals have always feared the dark. They have always imagined monsters in dark shadows, and here those monsters take life from that fear.”

“But they are trapped here,” Desmond said. “Only the sleeping enter this place, and when they wake, the nightmares are left behind.”

“For now.” Kyran grinned again, a grin that said he knew something that no one else did. “For now I am merely a king of dreams, but one day?” He lifted his hands in an exaggerated shrug.

“Why did you bring us here?” I asked, holding PC tight.

“Me bring you here? My dear, you’re the planeweaver.

You dreamed yourself and your friends right into your own nightmare. You should shield better.” He slung his feet nightmare. You should shield better.” He slung his feet around so he sat ful y facing us in the chair and leaned forward. “I must say, that was an original entrance. I give you nine points for style, but only three for the nightmare itself. I mean, real y, what was that? You must have a better imagination than just rehashing that same dream night after night.”

I looked away. The only person I’d told my nightmare to was Death, and that was because he’d been there and I needed to talk to someone. I didn’t like it that this random wannabe king had been watching my nightly terror.

“We should go,” I said, glancing at Desmond.

The barghest nodded, the red in his eyes flashing despite the lack of real light.

“Going so soon?” the nightmare kingling asked. “But we stil have time.” He reached around the back of the throne and retrieved a slender pole with a large hourglass suspended in a ring at the top. Currently al of the sand was in the bottom of the hourglass. The kingling jumped to his feet, studying the glass. “Wait for it,” he said, holding up a single finger. “And . . . now.” He flipped the glass over and the fine white sand inside began trailing down from one hemisphere of the hourglass to the other.

“See, plenty of time,” Kyran said, and then glanced at the glass again. The sand wasn’t pouring out of the top globe, but it wasn’t crawling either. “Wel , maybe not
plenty.
”

“Time until what?” Falin asked, his own gaze fixed on the hourglass.

Kyran only smiled that Cheshire cat grin again.

I leaned in closer to Falin. “Are we sure this guy is supposed to be king and not court jester?”

“I heard that! And here I was going to help you.” He left the pole with the hourglass stationed in the sand and then tossed himself onto his throne again.

“Help us with what?” Falin’s voice sounded more than just suspicious.

“Why, with finding the door she’s looking for.” Kyran

“Why, with finding the door she’s looking for.” Kyran pointed at me.

Door?
Was I looking for a particular door? Actual y, maybe I was. I placed a hand over Hol y’s amulet, feeling for the charm. Unlike almost every other time I’d tested the charm in Faerie, this time it gave me a strong pul in only one direction. My heart fluttered.
Found her.
Or at least found the right direction.

“This way,” I yel ed, starting off at a run.

“Oh, this should be good,” Kyran’s voice said as I dashed in the direction Hol y’s amulet had pointed.

I didn’t bother glancing back. At least, not until Falin’s hand closed around my arm. Then I looked back. I was stil running ful tilt, or at least my legs told me I was, but he was standing stil and I wasn’t pul ing ahead of him.
What the
hell?

“Nightmare realm, remember?” Kyran said from his throne, which was stil right behind me. “Nightmares don’t exist in real space and yet they exist everywhere. It makes for a very interesting landscape, don’t you think?”

No, I didn’t. Right now it made for an irritating landscape, especial y when I’d thought I had my first lead since reaching Faerie.

“May I?” Kyran asked, holding out his palm. When I just glanced at him, he jerked his chin toward the ruby amulet clipped to my charm bracelet.

“Why?”

“Didn’t I tel you I was going to help you find your door?

Now, you’re wasting time. Look at how much sand you’ve already lost.”

We al glanced at the slowly fil ing bottom globe of the hourglass.

“What time is it counting down to?” I asked.

As when Falin had asked, Kyran only smiled. Then he threw his arms high over his head and stretched. “Ask me again. Maybe I’l tel you next time.”

Right. I turned to Desmond. “You said you could get us Right. I turned to Desmond. “You said you could get us out of here?”

He nodded.

“Wait!” Kyran leapt off his throne. “The barghest can lead you out of this realm, but he cannot lead you to what you seek. Let me find your door, and it wil be the one you want.”

“And why would you do that?” Falin asked, sizing up the nightmare kingling. Now that he was actual y standing up straight and not slouching or leaning over the hourglass, he proved to be as tal as Falin, but thin, as if someone had stretched him to that height.

Kyran smiled. “So suspicious, but then, look at whom you serve. You’ve reason to be.” He walked around Falin in large, exaggerated steps without bending his knees.

“Perhaps my goal is to be remembered kindly by Faerie’s youngest planeweaver. Would that explanation have enough political maneuvering to ring true for you?”

It wouldn’t surprise me, though he hadn’t actual y said that was his purpose.

“If you find me my door, I wil owe you nothing? I’m not asking for your help,” I told him, and he gave me a smal bow.

“Of course not. You wil take on no debt to me.”

I stared at him, looking for the loopholes in his statement, but if he would real y help us just to earn my goodwil , I didn’t see a downside to that.

“How does it work?” I asked, stil cautious as I searched for the catch.