Innocent Darkness (31 page)

Kevighn stopped at the magical barrier erected to keep those who don’t belong on the lands of the House of Oak. Usually such barriers would stop him in his tracks. But here the magic had weakened. It was child’s play to force his way through, gaining entrance to one of the oldest ancestral lands in the Otherworld.

Where would Noli be? He made his way through the rowan forest which surrounded the grounds for protection. Their magic, too, was weak enough for him to power his way through. This time of day she’d probably be in a garden or a tree. A place like the House of Oak probably housed more trees and gardens than the high palace. He was no tree speaker to ask the trees about her location, and no wood faeries danced about. Being the residence of earth court folk, there’d be nothing here he could connect with either.

Kevighn became frustrated as he searched the vast gardens, groves, and mazes—she wasn’t even at the magnificent faery tree. Most of the wood faeries who dwelled there were dead, victims of the fading magic. A tiny tumulus lay at the foot of the tree, the burial mound covered in smooth white pebbles, a wilted pink star bloom on top.

He could imagine her crying over its tiny, lifeless body. Had that whelp comforted her? Kissed her? Done other things with her?

His hands fisted and he punched the faery tree—an uncouth gesture, but it was nearly dead anyway. So many things were weak and dying. Why
had
he waited so long to find a girl this time, other than apathy?

His knuckles smarted from the punch and he shook his hand, trying to shake away the pain. Another sort of pain caused him to freeze. He could sense the rapidly building magic in his very core. He’d sensed it last night at the pub, which spurned last night’s drinking contest, which lead to drunken revelry. Pity, the Otherworld lacked opium, but soft women abounded.

Like last night, the building magic suddenly ceased. Actually, this time it seemed more like a dull guillotine wielded by an inexpert executioner. Ow. What exactly transpired?

Why now? Unless it was the whelp. Why that puppy of an earth court prince could make the magic start to bind her and not him, he didn’t know. Perhaps it truly was the necklace. He couldn’t come up with anything else.

Sobs reached his ears as he drew closer to the residence—delicate, feminine, familiar sobs. Noli. Breaking into a run, he made his way towards those heart-wrenching cries. Dressed in a green gown that made her look like a dryad, she sat crumpled in an oak, head on her knees, in a sheltered little garden dangerously near a building with a large window.

“Please don’t cry, Noli.” He tried to keep his voice low and soothing as he approached the tree. His fists clenched, ready to hurt whoever hurt her—preferably Stiofán. Actually, even if it wasn’t Stiofán, punching the whelp would make him feel better.

Startled, she nearly lost her balance. Clutching a branch, she steadied herself and assumed a defense stance. Well, as defensive as an unarmed mortal girl could get while in a tree.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice a whisper, he detected slight notes of fear.

“I wanted to speak to you.” He took a calculated step forward. The sigil hung between her breasts—and she wasn’t wearing a corset.

“You want to lie to me.” Red-rimmed eyes narrowed in suspicion as she sniffed. “V told me why you found me, he told me about the other girls and how you trick them, lie to them, seduce them, then kill them.”

It sounded like such a terrible thing when she said it. “It’s complicated.”

The look she shot him spoke volumes.

“I’m sorry, Noli. Truly, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Just kill me?” Her tone was akin to a slap in the face.

“Noli, if you don’t die an entire civilization will.” He hadn’t meant for their conversation to happen this way.

“I’m selfish?” She sniffed again.

“Why are you crying?” He took another step towards her.

“It’s nothing.”

Her eyes, her body, betrayed her, as did the red mark on her chest. He hadn’t seen that at first. Anger built inside him making his fists clench and unclench. “Who hurt you?”

“It was an accident. I… I went too far.” She looked away, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Whatever you did didn’t warrant that.”

Her steel eyes flashed as she looked right at him, gaze challenging. “I didn’t warrant you hurting me either, but you did. Is it an Otherworld convention?”

“We shouldn’t hurt you.” He raked a hand through his hair in both anxiety and frustration. “Come with me?”

“What?” She tried to play it off with laughter and mock outrage, but that didn’t hide the way her eyes brightened and her shoulders straightened.

Good. He still had a chance.

“I know he’s your friend, but he hurt you, he made you cry.” How could he make her understand she should spend her remaining time with him?

“It was an accident.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he tried to block out another voice saying those same words. “Creideamh, too, thought it was an accident … ” He turned his back to her. “She loved an earth court prince, too. Once. She’s dead now because of him. They’re not outstanding citizens simply because they’re princes; rather they’re the worst of the lot. He’s not good for you.”

She squinted. “I don’t understand.”

“I know.” He laid a hand on her arm. “Please, give me one more chance.”

“So you can kill me?”

“You don’t think your prince will do the same?” Kevighn put an edge to his voice. He had to make her understand.

Her eyes flashed defiantly. “Never.”

“What are you doing here, Kevighn?” a voice interrupted.

Kevighn turned to see Stiofán holding that sword. His voice sharpened at the whelp’s appearance, “She’s too good for the likes of you,
prince.”

“Leave.” Stiofán drew himself up to his full height in an attempt to be imposing.

“I … ” Noli drooped, averting her eyes.

“It’s all right, Noli.” Stiofán walked over to the tree and put his arms out, bundling her into them. The tender gesture made Kevighn’s heart hurt. He longed for her.

“Don’t let him hurt you, Noli. In any way.” Kevighn met her eyes, willing her to understand that she could come back to him and be safe, happy. Despite what he told the other mortal girls, there was more to life than parties and fine gowns.

“She’s fine, we’re fine,” Stiofán snapped, walking towards the house, Noli in his arms.

“Sure.” Kevighn watched them go inside, jealousy raging within. “We’re all just fine.”