“Never mind all that now, ye must believe me, something is about to happen…I saw the portal, and Graely I think is tracking whatever came out of it. He left me in the library, but Jazz—do ye feel it, just beneath the surface?”
“I do,” she said looking at Trevor. “Do you feel it, Trev? Something is going on just below us.”
Chapter Eleven
“YOU HAVE HANDLED things poorly,” Sventer said, folding his arms across his chest. He wasn’t sure what he thought of this Daoine Fae or the fact that Pestale seemed determined to align himself somehow with him.
Pestale could be u
p to something. This could be a trick—perhaps the Daoine was in fact, a spy? After all, thus far, the Daoine Prince had not done anything to aid their efforts really at all.
“She is stubborn, and just when I thought I had her distracted, and out of nowhere, Pestale’s brother, Graely shows up, and gets between us. You better ask Pestale what the hell his brother is doing forever following her about.” Prince Worley ran a hand through his shoulder length blond and windblown hair. “There was nothing I could do without tipping my hand, and although I threatened the Dark Prince with my Death Weapon, it wasn’t as though I really thought I could kill him…nor did I want to. I would then have Pestale to deal with, and I am fairly certain that while he might execute his brother himself, he would take umbrage if one of us managed to do such a thing.”
Sventer considered him and this for a moment before saying, “Unfortunate that Prince Graely was on the spot just then. Why do you think that was?”
“I have already told you. It is the ‘Faeling’, Frankie. Graely seemed more than a little interested in her well being.” Worley smirked.
Sventer thought how it marred the prince’s features and remarked, “Ah romance, a warrior’s weakness.”
This seemed to infuriate the prince who retorted angrily, “Romance? I wonder what Deimne would think of such a romance? A Dark Prince and a Daoine…even if she is half human.”
Sventer shrugged, “Not interested in that. We Blue Demons are here for one reason, and we have been quite successful thus far. Your job is to keep any and all Fae diverted elsewhere.”
“Then you are ready?”
“Of course. Everything is set to go forward and my warriors are standing by.”
“When you return to Conglam, you had best advise Pestale that the ‘Faeling’ is still interfering and seems to be a handful more than she was when she was a child.”
“She is but a female,” Sventer pulled a face. “Females are naught and can be easily handled.”
“We Fae are matriarchal and our females are revered. We don’t quite see it that way, and you would do well not to underestimate Frankie of Sluagh,” the Daoine Prince said on a frown.
“Get thee back and steer your Queen away from the truth. That is your job, so do it, and let us do ours. The rest is up to Pestale,” Sventer said on a hard note.
“Careful Blue Demon. I do not take orders, not from you, not from Pestale. I have my reasons for aligning myself on your side, and I consider my reasons good and pure.”
“As do we all,” Sventer said as he watched the Daoine Prince shift away, and repeated, “As do we all.”
* * *
Trevor said, “I’ll tell you what Jazmine Decker, I don’t like this. Something feels wrong. The scent that keeps coming at me is wrong…it isn’t Unseelie and it isn’t something I am familiar with at all.”
“I agree baby, but what can it be?” Jazz answered. “I don’t recognize the scent either. You know, Aaibhe once told me that Conglam is inhabited by Otherworldly beings of intelligence. Do you think he has recruited some of them?”
“Yes. I have no doubt of it,” he answered, “Right then. I’m going to do a quick sweep. You and Frankie stay here and wait for me. Can you do that, my love?” He didn’t wait for an answer but turned to Frankie, “Can I trust you two not to get each other into trouble while I’m gone?”
Jazz got on her tippy toes, turned his face to hers and kissed his lips, “No,” she answered and laughed at the face he made. “Go on,” she said smacking his butt. “Do what you gotta do, and we’ll stay in place as long as nothing makes us move.”
He groaned, but shifted off.
Frankie looked at Jazz and said, “Time, Jazz, we don’t have any.”
“Have you had another vision?”
“Not really. Tis m’gut. I think we are standing on something, right here, right under us. I can feel them… something sizzling just beneath m’feet. And Jazz, I see blue…blue everywhere. Am I going mad?”
“Blue? Huh,” Jazz bit her bottom lip and looked around and then looked at her feet and gasped, “Yes, beneath us…I see blue. Good Golly Sweet Molly.”