Authors: Yasmine Galenorn
Night Veil (41 page)
Besides, I would—if I read things right—be seeing my beloved Grieve tonight. And that . . . that one fact alone was enough to sustain me. I followed Rhiannon downstairs and peered out the living room window. Geoffrey was sending a limousine and I wanted to meet it outside rather than wait for them to come knocking.
A glance over at the Golden Wood told me that Myst had most likely discovered Grieve was missing. The forest was lit up like a house afire—the sickly glow that permeated the area was shining brightly, flaring with fits and sparks. I looked for Wrath, but he was nowhere in sight and I could only hope that he’d be there tonight when I arrived at Geoffrey’s. I wanted someone on my side who I felt I could believe in, and among all the major players, my father would be most likely to take my part. Lainule was ruthless in her own way, and the vampires were using me to their own ends, but Wrath . . . he was my father. And he’d been watching over me since I returned to New Forest.
A black sedan pulled up in our driveway and out stepped one of the vampires that I recognized by now from Geoffrey’s mansion. I exhaled slowly, steeling myself for the coming meeting. Picking up the bags with Geoffrey’s laundry, the chocolates, and the framed print, I stepped out into the icy night. I was headed straight into the arms of destiny. I only hoped she’d cover me with kisses, instead of flogging me with her whip.
As we pulled out of the driveway, I looked back at the Veil House, wondering how much longer we could hold the front line against Myst. Our wards were strong, but her desire was stronger.
Chapter 21
As I entered the mansion, I felt conspicuous. For one thing, there was no crowd this time. I was standing all alone in the foyer, with Butler-Vamp. A few people came and went—some of them vampires, some bloodwhores and servants—but for the most part, the house seemed empty.
“Follow me,” my guide said. I picked up the bags and obeyed.
We reached a door I’d never been through before, and as I entered the room, my wolf trembled and whimpered. I whispered comforting words to calm it and, heart pounding, turned to face Geoffrey.
He was sitting there, alone, and he looked hungry. I dropped the bags by my feet and glanced over my shoulder as the door behind me shut, and I heard the sound of a lock turning.
“Geoffrey . . . what did you want to see me about?” I wasn’t sure how to broach the picture—or anything, to be honest. It was unnerving to be in a room alone with the Regent, especially after what I’d seen and heard at the Owl People’s circle the night before.
He slowly stood, then languorously wandered over to my side. Without a word, he circled me, then came to a stop right in front of me. “Cicely, do you know where Leo is?”
I sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, he’s home very sick. He fainted this morning from a fever. I . . . I did his errands for him since I knew I would be seeing you tonight.” I pushed the bags forward with the toe of my shoe.
He glanced down at them. “Domestic, aren’t we? Playing fetch so Leo does not get into trouble? Or for another reason?”
Shivering, I hesitantly reached down and picked up the bag with the picture. I slowly held it out to him. “What’s this?” My voice barely above a whisper, I was shaking so hard I could barely form the words. “Were you and Myst . . .”
“Ah, so you’ve seen it. I did not mean for you to. There are reasons that we hire day-runners. Leo should have called his contact this morning and asked for a stand-in. I shall have to have a chat with him about that.”
“Please, no—he was delirious.”
“Sometimes the magic-born remind me of humans. Weak . . . but necessary. So, you have seen my secret and you now wonder. Were Myst and I in love? No. Were we star-crossed? No. Were we lovers? Yes.” He took the picture and cast the bag aside. “She was so beautiful. She looks a lot like
you
, you know.” His jet-black eyes fixated on me and his nostrils flared.
you
, you know.” His jet-black eyes fixated on me and his nostrils flared.
I took a step back. “What . . . why . . . you tried to turn her but it wasn’t the way it said in the history books, was it? You were partners . . . she wanted it.”
“We could have become a force that no land could withstand. We planned to rule the world together. If things had gone right, we could have conquered innumerable lands. But the turning changed her. She became . . . what she is. She was no longer willing to share power. She became more dangerous than I ever dreamed she would.” He glanced up, a dark look on his face. “She betrayed me, and I tried to destroy her.”
“And that is why the war . . . the other vampires think it’s about her anger at being turned, but she’s really out for
your
head. To grind you into the dust.”
your
head. To grind you into the dust.”
“As she is you. We’re in the same boat, my dear. You were her daughter and betrayed her. I was her lover and gave her the keys to the kingdom. And now, she needs no one . . .” He stopped. “Which is where my plans for you come in. Cicely, before I bring your tortured love in for you—and yes, we have him back—I offer you a chance that you will never have with anyone else.”
Something about his look, his voice, frightened me more than anything he’d done or said before. “What is it?” I stumbled back as he stepped toward me.
“Cicely, take Myst’s place. Fulfill her original plans. Let me turn you, and become my partner. You will be part Indigo Court, but more. You are half magic-born, and that will help you to control the ravaging nature. If you embrace the power, together we can destroy Myst, and together we can take this land by storm. I know you are not cut out for ruthless rule, but you don’t have to be that way—you can rule with a just hand. And you can still have your Fae Prince for a lover. I would not object.”
I stared at him. The light in his eyes told me the warlord was still lurking beneath the surface, that you could take the warmonger out of the Dark Ages but you couldn’t take the Dark Ages out of the warmonger.
“I can’t believe you just asked me to do that.”
“You were Myst’s daughter. To see you go up against her, a queen in your own right, would be a blow hard for her to ignore. It would unsettle her and she’d make mistakes.”
“You want to use me for psychological warfare, you want to turn me into what she is, only you hope to control
me
because I’m only
half
-Fae. What would Lainule say if she knew?” I stumbled back toward the door, half-afraid he was going to grab me and drink me down.
me
because I’m only
half
-Fae. What would Lainule say if she knew?” I stumbled back toward the door, half-afraid he was going to grab me and drink me down.
But at that moment, Lainule and Anadey appeared from behind a screen in the back of the room. Lainule looked pained. Anadey looked sullen.
“I told you not to approach her until we were here and could explain matters to her.” Lainule shook her head. “You’d better hurry. Regina was just down the hall and may come in here. You don’t want her finding out what you’re up to before we’ve had time to prepare.”
I stared at Lainule, as it dawned on me that she’d known all along what Geoffrey was up to. But had she also been behind Anadey’s little stunt?
“Lainule, you know what Geoffrey asks? You can’t approve! I’m Cambyra Fae—I am not Unseelie! How can you even dream I’d agree to this? And where’s Grieve? Were you the one who tried to force Anadey to strip away my feelings for him?”
“Your lover is with us, young daughter. Do not push your luck. You may not be Unseelie in your own heart, but many of the Uwilahsidhe are on the darker side of the Court. I am the Queen of Rivers and Rushes, and I am the heart of Summer’s realm, but not all of my people are bright and beautiful of spirit. The world is made of shades of gray, young Cambyra.”
“Did you know what Geoffrey wanted of me? Did you help Anadey?”
Lainule looked pained. She shook her head. “No, I did not help her. It would have killed you, and she will be taken to task for her actions.”
Anadey shifted, looking at me through shaded lids.
Lainule ignored her. “As for Geoffrey, yes, long ago he convinced me of the wisdom of his plan. You can still have your lover, Grieve, and do as Geoffrey asks.”
Her gaze was cool, and I remembered how ruthless she could be. She would sacrifice anyone in her court to destroy Myst—and that included Grieve. And it included me. If she thought this alliance with the vampires would work best, then she’d back it all the way.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, my voice flat. If they decided they wanted Geoffrey to turn me, I wasn’t likely to get out of here alive.
But she surprised me. “Yes, you do. But think long and hard before you decide whose side you wish to stand on.”
Geoffrey let out a hiss, but Lainule shushed him. “I told you—I will agree to this only as long as it is voluntary. But if the child refuses, I turn my back on her. Cicely, you have the chance to sacrifice yourself to rid the world of Myst. If you choose your life over this . . . we have little to say.”
“This is why you insisted Wrath impregnate my mother. You foresaw this coming. All along, you planned this with Geoffrey.” I stared at her, certain I was right. And she gazed back at me, unmoved, unmoving.
“Some wars are fought in minutes, others are in the planning for generations. We knew Myst would resurface. We knew that you would return to be with Grieve. What better way to defeat Myst than to create a force who could equal her power and yet retain control over her desires? You are the perfect choice. You were her daughter—and you have her soul-mark in your own soul. Yet you do not seek the power she craves. Your potential is vast and untapped.”
At that moment, Wrath strode into the room, slamming the door open against the wall. “Stop! You will not do this—you will not force her to make this move.” Grieve and Lannan were behind him. Grieve looked ragged and worn, but alive. Lannan looked dark, hostile, and angry.
I let out a little cry and ran over toward my father, wanting to go to Grieve but sensing now was not the best time. “They want me to let Geoffrey turn me—to set me up against Myst by his side.”
“You are one of the Uwilahsidhe. The Owl People abjure the Queen of Spiders. You will not let them do this to you.
I will not allow it.
” Wrath turned an angry face on Lainule. “My beloved, what can you be thinking? This is madness. You listen to the bloodsuckers too readily.”
I will not allow it.
” Wrath turned an angry face on Lainule. “My beloved, what can you be thinking? This is madness. You listen to the bloodsuckers too readily.”
“This is why I did not tell you the plan—you are too softhearted, my husband. We will not force her, but if she turns aside, then she is no use to us. We must defeat the Winter. Cicely and Geoffrey can do so, together. Cicely is only now coming into her powers. Think of what she could do if she combined her magic, her strength as one of the Uwilahsidhe, and the power of the vampires.” Lainule reached toward Wrath, but he shook off her touch.
“That was attempted once and look at what it engendered—Myst, herself. No, this will not happen. And perhaps, if we have to go to this length, then Summer is not meant to stand against Winter. There are other ways, other avenues to defeating an enemy.” He stared at Lainule for a long time. “My love, you are courting danger. You risk becoming as dark as the Mistress of Mayhem. I fear for you.”
“She stole my kingdom. She killed my people.
Your people.
You are Uwilahsidhe. You court the path of the Unseelie all too often, and you would dare to lecture me? Be gone—King of mine. Out of my sight. I cannot bear to look upon you.” Lainule turned her back on Wrath, who looked as though she had struck him.
Your people.
You are Uwilahsidhe. You court the path of the Unseelie all too often, and you would dare to lecture me? Be gone—King of mine. Out of my sight. I cannot bear to look upon you.” Lainule turned her back on Wrath, who looked as though she had struck him.
He turned away, then to Lannan. “You were correct. I had no clue this is what they planned.”
Geoffrey slowly swung toward Lannan, who glanced in my direction, then stood definitely, facing them. “Lannan . . . you told Wrath our plans? I thought we agreed there was no need.” He raised one hand. “You haven’t, by chance, been speaking to your sister, have you?”
Lannan snorted. “I care nothing for the Crimson Queen nor her court . . . but my sister cares about her position. I’m sure she would
love
to hear your plans to usurp the Crimson Queen’s position.”
love
to hear your plans to usurp the Crimson Queen’s position.”
“You’d damned well better keep your mouth shut. If you don’t, I will remove your head. I’ve warned you before. Your stable, everything you own is in danger. You know I won’t hesitate to destroy you
and your sister
in the process. Keep quiet, both of you live. Speak, and both of you die. Again and this time, for good.” He turned to me. “I know how you feel about Lannan. Would you now align yourself with him, hating him as much as you do?”
and your sister
in the process. Keep quiet, both of you live. Speak, and both of you die. Again and this time, for good.” He turned to me. “I know how you feel about Lannan. Would you now align yourself with him, hating him as much as you do?”
I stepped back, looking at all of them. “I choose for myself—and as much as I hate what Lannan has done to me, at least he is honest about what he wants. He sees reason. I will not allow you to turn me. Not for all the summer nights in the world.”
“Then leave and be damned. Take your lover with you, and Lannan, as well. Altos, you are outcast—pariah in my lands. I strip you of your job and your place in our society. I’m going to tell Regina you’ve gone on a trip for me. Keep quiet, and
she
will live.”
she
will live.”
Lannan wandered over to stand beside Wrath, Grieve, and me. He gave Grieve a contemptuous look. “I have made my choice. Myst can only be stopped by an alliance of forces, not by the rise of a long-forgotten warlord. Geoffrey, you only seek to use Cicely for your own ends. You would never share your power with her once the dust settled. You would destroy her, as you plan to destroy Myst. The world is large; I happen to believe that the Fae and the vampires can coexist, but I don’t believe for an instant that you agree. But know this: If you touch one golden hair of my sister’s head, I will raise an army and obliterate you and your world.”
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