“I don’t think that Aislin is our biggest concern,” Evan interrupts. “I think we need to get the damn Faeries,” he hitches his finger over his shoulder at the window where a pair of blue, beady eyes are peeking in, “and the Sprites the hell out of our world.”
“Yeah, but what do they really do?” I ask. “I mean, I thought I saw one while I was standing in the street at Nalina’s, but it didn’t do anything except watch me like a creeper.”
Alex chuckles under his breath as he starts brushing his fingers through my hair. “A Faerie creeper?”
I shrug. “That’s what it was acting like.”
“Creeper or not, Faeries can be dangerous,” Evan says, sliding his cell phone out from his pocket. He swipes his finger across it and starts scrolling through something, dragging his finger down the edge of the screen.
“Do you really think now’s the time to be surfing the Internet?” Alex asks.
Evan holds up a finger with his free hand as he continues to scroll. “Just a second. I’m proving my point.” He mulls over the screen as he lowers his hand. “There it is.” He looks up and then pitches the phone across the room to Alex.
Alex catches it effortlessly; careful not to bump the screen and lose whatever Evan’s trying to show us. I lean over and read, with Alex, the article on the screen.
Early this morning, there was an accident at the City Center when a massive, moving structure crushed through Town Hall, destroying the entire building. At least three people are dead and twenty-three have been injured.
The various reports of what the structure was ranged from a large purple airplane to a giant purple woman. The latter has been linked to severe head trauma in many of the victims. The official cause is still being determined.
I glance up at Alex as he shuts down the screen. “Why would she do that?”
Alex shakes his head and tosses Evan’s phone back to him. “I’m not sure, but we need to find out.”
“We need to get Aislin out of the realm first,” Laylen says. “Then we can chase down crazy, purple, Faerie woman. Aislin can help us, too.” He looks at Alex for help. “You know her, magic is always needed whenever we’re about to do something dangerous.”
“Yeah…” Alex is torn.
“What about the Lost Souls?” I ask. “I saw one of them on the street, too, but they don’t seem to be doing anything.”
Evan stuffs his phone into his pocket. “Besides taking over innocent bodies?”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “This is such a huge mess.”
“A huge mess that needs to be fixed.” Evan rises to his feet. “Which is why I’m going to go figure out how to put the Faeries back where they belong.”
Alex moves his arm off me and gets up, too. “Evan, I get where you’re coming from, but I need your help getting Aislin out of the realm first.” He glances at Laylen. “It’s important.”
Evan shakes his head and heads for the door. “Do it yourself.”
“Come on,” Alex fumes. “As much as I hate asking for help, I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to get her out of there without some help from your power.”
Evan shakes his head as Laylen rises to his feet, pretty much towering over the two of them. Alex balls his hands into fists as he heads after Evan, red faced, and getting pissed. They start shouting, yelling, and getting in each other’s faces, which is so pointless and gets us nowhere.
I can smell a fight coming and I get to my feet, looking for a way to end it. I rack my brain for something—anything—but I panic when Evan’s arms begin to ignite with flames and I sputter out the first thing I can think of. “Luna is my grandmother and Nicholas is my cousin!”
All three of them come to an abrupt halt and their heads turn towards me.
“What?” Alex asks, his face twisting in disgust. “Nicholas is your what?”
“Cousin,” I say quietly. My shoulders slump as the dirtiness surfaces inside me. “Not only is Nicholas my cousin, but I’m from Royal Fey.”
Saying it aloud makes it all real. I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to be a Faerie. I don’t want to be royalty. When I really look at it, I don’t want to be a Foreseer with an extraordinary talent, or a Keeper.
I just want to be normal.
Chapter 13
Alex
I’m getting pretty pissed off at Evan. I’m so used to doing things my way, but he’s making it a pain. I’m about to resort to violence when Gemma drops a bomb on us.
“Nicholas is your cousin?” I repeat for the thousandth time, thinking about how many times he came onto her. “Cousin?”
She nods, biting at her thumbnail. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“How is that even possible?” Laylen asks, letting go of the collar of Evan’s shirt.
“Why are we just finding out?” I add, taking a step towards her. I can tell she’s uneasy and slightly freaked out, which is pretty understandable, considering some of the things that have happened between her and Nicholas. “And does Nicholas know?”
She shakes her head quickly. “I don’t think so. At least, according to what Nalina told me.”
“And you believe her?” Evan asks, assessing Gemma over as he runs his hands down the front of his black shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“She had enough details that I don’t think she could have been making it up,” Gemma explains with a frown.
“Why haven’t we heard anything about this before?” Laylen asks, his forehead creased as he walks up to Gemma. “You’d think someone would have let it slip out by now.”
Gemma glances at him, taking a deep breath, her chest rising and then falling as she sighs. “It was a secret. My grandmother, Nalini, was basically disowned from the Fey world. My grandfather was a Keeper. And we all know how the Keepers feel about the Fey; how they are supposed to protect people from them. I guess they just decided it was best for everyone to just pretend that part of Nalini’s life didn’t exist.”
“So what does this mean to Luna?” Evan asks, joining us in the middle of room.
Gemma gets this funny look on her face, avoiding eye contact with me. “It means nothing, I don’t think—I mean nothing.”
“You always think you mean nothing,” I say, grabbing her hip and digging my fingertips into her soft skin, just above the top of where her jeans sit. “But you always do.”
“No you think I always do,” she responds, flustered.
I pull her closer to me until I can feel the warmth of her breath touching my cheeks. “Well, the less Luna knows about this, the better.”
“I really doubt Luna doesn’t already know everything,” Evan says, rubbing his jawline. “And I find it hard to believe that Luna doesn’t care. Fey, Keepers, Foreseers—all of you don’t like mixing, especially with royalty blood. I wonder if that’s why Luna’s here… maybe she feels threatened by you… or by Nalina?”
Gemma pulls back from me and rummages in her pocket, withdrawing something. “She might be threatened by this.” She holds up the Cornu Lepore, letting it suspend from her fingertips.
“Why would she find that threatening?” I ask, touching the pendant at the end. “I thought it was powerless?”
“It is powerless unless someone with Fey blood is wearing it.” She eyes it as it sways in the low light of the room.
“And what happens if someone of Fey blood wears it?” I ask, hooking my finger under her chin and making her look up at me.
“Well Royal Fey can control the Faerie Realm with it,” she smiles as if she finds it amusing. It’s kind of freaking me out a little. She’s acting crazy and possessed. “Are you okay?” I ask in a low voice.
She nods, swallowing hard. “I’m fine.”
“So that means if you were to wear the pendant, you can control the Fey?” Laylen muses over the thought, like he’s brainstorming an idea.
“Yeah, but only the Fey in the Faerie Realm,” she clarifies. “When they’re here, they can pretty much do whatever the hell they want.”
Laylen and Gemma exchange this weird look, it makes me wonder and it kind of pisses me off.
“What are you two thinking?” I ask, inching over a little so I’m blocking her from Laylen’s view. “Are you possessed again, or something?” I lower my head and study her eyes, which are as captivating as ever, but look a little hollow.
However, then she gives me a tentative smile and she looks like herself again, but I can feel that something’s off, like I could when I first woke up from my possession and knew what she was thinking.
“I have Royal Fey blood, Alex,” she says, in a duh tone. “I can use the Cornu Lepore to control the Fey in the Fey Realm. We can free Aleesa and Aislin because I can make the Faeries let them go.” She swings the chain around on her fingers with a proud smile on her face.
“No,” I say, shaking my head and grabbing onto her hand. “No freaking way. Besides, I wasn’t even planning on you going to the Faerie Realm. You can stay here where I know you’re safe.”
Her expression falls and she slips her hand from mine. “You don’t get a say in this.”
“Like hell I don’t,” I argue, seizing her by the waist. “I watched you for the last few days, possessed by a freaking evil queen who has Fey blood in her.” I tug her roughly towards me and she gasps as I lean in, breathing hotly on her neck. “And there’s no way I’m letting you go anywhere near the Fey.”
She huffs a frustrated breath, but she’s trembling in my arms. “Alex, this is the perfect plan—the easiest one to get Aislin and Aleesa back. Please, don’t make this hard.” She wiggles her arm up between us and then places her hand on my cheek. “You can be right by me the whole time. You can…” She bites her lip nervously as she glances at Laylen and Evan, then leans in, dropping her voice low enough that only I can hear her. “You can even kiss me the entire time to make sure I’m still me.”