Paranormalcy (Paranormalcy 1)

It sounds more impressive than it was. A whole bunch of workers on the project ended up dead or missing, and faeries guard their names closely even from one another, so IPCA only got a fraction of them. Here's what IPCA should have learned, still hasn't quite learned, and probably never will learn: you cannot control fairies. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic--you name it) that we do. They always have their own agendas and are just plain smarter than us. Plus, in finding and using their names, we were messing with paranormal magic deeper and more powerful than any of us understood.

I say us. I mean arrogant IPCA.

I pondered all this as I sat on Reth's couch, trapped in the Faerie Realms and wondering how long I could hold out before I had to sleep, eat, or drink. Or pee for that matter, because I wasn't seeing a toilet. Stupid immortals. Was faerie magic really worth all the mess and risk we incurred by working with them?

There had to be another option. I couldn't--wouldn't--call Reth back. I knew he would never let me out, and there was no way to escape other than the Faerie Paths.

Another faerie! It was perfect. The faerie names I had been assigned were to be used only in dire straits. These were dire enough for me. I opened my mouth and stopped.

I still couldn't remember. The names were so strange, and I had been so scared I'd blocked it out. Lying back on the couch, I stared at the ceiling; it shimmered with crystals. I watched it and racked my brains for the ruby-?haired faerie's name.

The crystals reflected an unidentifiable source of light. It seemed like there was some sort of meaning, a pattern. And now I was detecting faint colors, too. They were telling me something. If only I stared long enough, hard enough, didn't think about anything else. . . and if I closed my eyes and didn't think, it would be even better and it would all work out. . . .

“No!” I sat up, blinking to keep my eyes open. No more ceiling.

What was her name? I knew that I knew it. And then I remembered--she was the faerie Lend had hitched a ride with. Fehl! Fehl was her nickname. And her full name was. . .

“Denfehlath!” I shouted, triumphant. After a few seconds the outline of a door formed on the wall and she walked through, still looking bored.

“Oh. ” She frowned.

I jumped up, giddy with relief, but stopped myself before I said anything stupid. This time I would be careful. Specific. “Please take me back to the IPCA Center where I live. ”

She held out her hand and I took it.

“Stop!” Reth commanded from behind us. I didn't let go of Fehl's hand as I turned to look at him. “She's mine. ”

Fehl gave him a sharp smile. “It's a named command. I have no choice. ”

Reth's golden eyes brimmed with rage. That's another thing about faeries. Nasty tempers. I had seen him lose control once before--it was what finally shocked me into giving him up.

“Let's go, now. ” I pulled on her hand. The ambient light in the room had shifted; now everything seemed to glow with a red, menacing hue.

We darted through the door and into the Faerie Paths. More frightened of what was behind me than around me, I kept my eyes open for once. Fehl squeezed my hand so hard it hurt; the look on her face was pure fury, tinged with a hint of smugness. I wondered if there was something going on. Those two had a weird dynamic. Whatever. I didn't care as long as I got home.

But then I had a brilliant idea. “Can you open a door to Lend's room?”

She gave me a glare so cutting I was surprised I didn't bleed. A few more steps and the white lines opened in front of us. She shoved me out and disappeared into the black.

The room was the same boring color scheme as the rest of the Center. A door to a small bathroom was open; other than that the room was a simple square with a gray bed against the wall. Lend, wearing me of all things, was sitting on it. He glanced over, surprise flitting across his/my features. Then he looked away, and I realized Raquel was talking.

I backed up against the wall. She must have been standing in the hallway, because I couldn't see her and was pretty sure from the lack of reaction that she hadn't seen me. Not busted. Yet. And now I knew where Lend was. Sometimes faeries came in handy, after all.

“. . . would all be much easier if you'd just give us some simple information. I'll let you think about it. ” Raquel finished and I heard her pumps tapping away down the hall.

Lend-?as-?me looked over and raised one eyebrow quizzically.

“Hey, no fair!” I whispered. I'd never been able to raise just one eyebrow at a time. And not for lack of trying, either. He looked confused, so I gestured to my own eyebrows and shook my head. He grinned in response and I melted away, replaced by the dark-?haired dark-?eyed hottie.

“What are you doing here?”

I shrugged, sliding down the wall and sitting against it. “Just thought I'd drop by for a visit. ”

“Really. ”

“Yeah. I was bored. ”

“Me, too. ” There was a long, awkward silence. “Are you planning on staying for a while?”