He knew now what that meant and his gut was screaming that something below was very wrong.
Death hissed its hoary tune.
Destruction pounded in his ears.
And then he knew why…
Even as detached from human sufferings and daily lives as he had forced himself to be, he saw the villages around the castle and felt a wave of sorrow and convulsion of sympathy shake his inner core.
The villages whose charming little shops and narrow avenues had teamed with locals going about their business only an hour ago, lay still and desolate. There was naught but scattered bones.
Clothed skeletons, some on steps, in the streets, on the curbing, and inside those charming shops. Shops now devastated with broken windows and doors. Some hanging from their hinges with only the skeletal remains of humans left behind everywhere. Horrific.
He knew why. Pestale had set the lowly non-shifters on the town. He had sent them in to feed during the night, before the humans would know what hit them.
He had chosen the non-shifters caste for they were the only ones able to multiply simply from feeding.
A sudden need to return to Tir where he had left his daughter to train with Nuad came over him. He wanted to hold and kiss her head and make certain none of this horror touched her. And a sudden warm feeling came over him. He was no longer the last of his kind, for he had Frankie.
His attention returned to Morrigu’s Castle and he felt the pulse of the Unseelie below. He c
ould hear them grunting with pleasure as it sent a shiver of repulsion through his Daoine blood. Daoine were always one with nature and Unseelie were the unnaturals.
The Unseelie had been created not by the Wheel of Life and not in the natural way, but by the Dark King’s science and magic combined. It had gone all wrong.
Frankie’s eyes flashed into his mind and he was determined to be a part of making her life special. In order to do that he had to find a way of sending the demons back to their hellhole.
He increased the volume of his hearing as he flew closer to the castle and began taking mental pictures of the interior with his built-in radar. Just as he was preparing to leave, he heard the sound of the human machines in the air; what they called helicopters.
Soon the tragedy below would be on the news.
Panic would be rampant as it now was in Dublin. Scotland and Ireland would band together, but they didn’t stand a chance without the Seelie Fae. The Seelie had to maintain their invisibility. No one could know they existed or life would never be comfortable for Fae again.
The Team was running out of time.
And then he saw Pestale looking up towards in the sky as though he could see him.
No, Pestale could not see him.
He immediately shifted back to Queen Aaibhe’s quarters.
Chapter Seventeen
DUBLIN HAD BEEN cleansed of Unseelie, but Jazz wasn’t done. She turned to Trevor and said, “I have to do something first before we go back.”
“What?” he frowned at her for the Queen had recalled them.
“I have to give them a head’s up. I have to tell them to use iron for bullets and rockets. They need to know.”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
“With finesse. Want to see?”
He grinned wide. “My Jazmine Decker always has something up her sleeve. Yes, I want to see.”
Protected by their invisibility, Jazz shifted into the military’s headquarters and looked around until she saw him. The man in charge was a four star general.
She went near him and whispered in his ear, “The monsters can be killed with iron. Make bullets and rockets of iron. You saw some men using iron rods, didn’t you…iron…”