"What is The Corrine?" Dixie asked as she absently played with Samuel's baby blanket that I planned to take with me.
Staring at the soft material made my stomach lurch. We needed to get back to business and get the Hell out of here. Every second away from my son was one too many.
"She's a bitch," Mother Nature hissed. "She thinks she's in charge of Xanthia, but she is gravely mistaken. I could pole dance her sorry ass into the ground."
"Okay, that's great and has absolutely nothing to do with anything we're talking about," I muttered. I was not about to get into a discussion on pole dancing. "Why can't Demons go to Xanthia?"
"I would assume that's somewhat self explanatory, Assmunch," Pam said.
"Whatever," I said. "I'm only half Demon and if they took Sammy then I can enter too."
"Sammy is only a quarter Demon," The Kev said. "I have been in contact with a source in Xanthia. They are there and he is fine for now."
"Martha and Jane?" I asked.
"Fine, at the moment."
"What else do you know?" I demanded. Forget about Gemma—I was about to knee his nuts into his esophagus.
"Nothing," he said. "But the point is valid. I don't know what will happen if you cross over."
"Here's the deal," I ground out through clenched teeth as a black glitter mist I couldn't control began to cover my arms and chest. Everyone backed away except for Ethan, who took my hand and stood beside me. "I am half Vampyre and half Demon. I'm a True Immortal and I'm very fucking hard to kill. As long as Mr. Rogers has the Sword of Death locked down tight, no one or no land can kill me. And if any one of you can tell me you would sit on your ass and wait while the Fairies had your child, I'll be happy to hear it now. Otherwise, I'd suggest that if anyone has any information that would be helpful spit it out. We are leaving at nightfall. Period." My hair was flying around my head and sparks of fury flew from my fingertips. It took all I had not to blow up the ballroom and most of the people in it.
"That's my girl," Satan bellowed proudly. "Absolutely off her rocker."
"I come by it naturally," I snapped. "Info?"
"The Corrine is in charge. She is a Dark Fairy and a colossal ho-bag," Mother Nature said as she glanced over at Ethan and gave him the eyeball.
I stiffened and pulled my hand from my mate. "Did you pop The Corrine?" I demanded. My gorgeous mate was substantially older and far more experienced, but I was not in the mood for this. "And why in the Hell is she called The Corrine?"
"Any Fairy over two thousand years old takes The in front of their name. Clearly something I won't have to worry about since there is no way I'll live that long," Gemma said quietly.
"Yes, you will. That's only one thousand nine hundred and seventy years away. If I have to live that long you're not going anywhere," I said as I turned to my mate. "Did you bang this Corrine?"
"Um…" He looked incredibly uncomfortable and pulled me to the side of the room.
"Oh my God," I hissed as I let him drag me away from all the interested ears. "Until me, you had shitty taste in women. When was this?"
"Three hundred years ago when The Kev was training me. It was one time and it meant nothing," he said in a low tone meant only for me. However, we were in a room full of freaks who had supersonic hearing.
"It may have meant nothing to you, but from what I hear The Corrine still hasn't gotten over it," Satan added unhelpfully.
"Does she know she has Ethan's child?" I asked. Was there more to this than the Fairies wanting Gemma?
"I don't know," The Kev said. "From what I hear she is more focused on destroying Gemma so she can continue her reign of terror over Xanthia."
"So there are Dark Fairies," I said tightly as I walked away from Ethan. It was irrational that I was jealous of something he did hundreds of years ago, but reasonable behavior wasn't in my repertoire at the moment. "Are there Light Fairies?"
"Yes," The Kev said. "I am Light and at one time thousands of years ago, The Corrine was Light too. Now all of the Light Fairies have been imprisoned and the Dark have taken over."
"And that's why the skank wants Gemma dead," I concluded.
"Yep, Assburger," Pam said. "I always said you were smart no matter what everyone said about you." Her grin made me smile even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. My heart was breaking and my mind was jumbled, but Pam was Pam and I loved her.
"Anything else?" I asked as I took the baby blanket from Gemma and sniffed it.
"Fairies likey reality TV," Baby Demon Abe shouted.
"They do?"
"Ohhhhhh yesssssss," Beyonce said. "Me hear they have altar with candles to Jersey Shore and Bad Icky Housewives."
"For real?" I asked.
"Yes." The Kev sighed. "Fairies are somewhat obsessed with reality television. Strange but true."
"That's bizarre and probably not very useful." I rolled my eyes. "We need to get armed and leave."
"No weapons," The Kev said as he morphed before our eyes from David Hasselhoff to his breathtaking Fairy form. "They won't work there and chances are your magic will work differently. Ethan, how did it affect your magic when you were there?"