Ink Exchange (Wicked Lovely 2)

“You wondered? Why didn’t you tell me? Warn me? She could’ve gotten hurt, could’ve gotten in trouble.” Irial stared at him. “And she could have been what we needed to forestall…” He let his words drift away. The idea of finding Ani earlier, of not being with Leslie, made his stomach tighten in unfamiliar panic. Here was a solution that was too little, too late, and he was perversely glad of it.

Beside Irial, Rabbit was still, cautious, all the things Irial wasn’t feeling. Rabbit said, “She’s my sister, Iri. I wasn’t going to turn her over for testing, not when you had a plan that might work.”

Ani swayed and tried to step around Rabbit to leave. He scooped up his sister, holding her aloft and away from his body like she was feral, but looking at her with the same affection he’d had when Ani was just a newborn pup.

He pointedly changed the subject. “Leslie’s leaving now.”

To hide just how confused he was about the feelings he was having for Leslie, Irial focused on Ani, who was kicking her feet in the air and giggling. “Ani can’t stay here,” he said.

“I know.” Rabbit kissed Ani’s forehead. His eyes twinkled as he added, “Dad’s going to have an awful time with her.”

Irial felt the Hounds approach, a skin-prickling roll of terror that he let wash over him like soothing balm. Fey outside—not his, but summer fey—cringed as the Hounds passed. He let himself take nourishment from the horror they wrought by their presence.

“Daddy!” Ani squealed, kicking her feet again.

The Hounds stayed outside—all but Gabriel. He nodded at Rabbit. “Pup.”

Rabbit rolled his eyes at his father and turned to Irial. “You ought to go after Leslie soon. Daddy can handle Ani.” He grinned then, looking every bit like Ani’s sibling. “In fact, I’ll get Ani’s bag together first so she’ll be ready to leave w

ith the pack.”

Ignoring the look of panic that flashed over Gabriel’s face, Irial answered, “Don’t let Ani roam while you do.”

After Rabbit carried the giggling Ani away, Irial brought Gabriel up to speed.

“What do I do with her?” Gabriel, the Hound who led some of the most terrifying creatures to walk the earth, sounded utterly intimidated. “How do I…She’s female, Irial. Don’t they have different needs?”

“She can’t be worse than you were when you were younger. Ask one of your females for advice.” Irial drew as much nourishment as he could from Gabriel’s mingled panic and excitement and pride. Irial needed to be stable before he went to find Leslie, needed to be well fed so he didn’t pull too many human emotions through Leslie just yet. Let her get used to me first, talk to me. He felt worry for his mortal. If the other dark fey had felt this weakness when they did the ink exchanges, they hadn’t admitted it to him.

Gabriel was still talking; Irial forced himself to listen to the Hound.

“…and they’re just not good examples for my pup. Have you seen them lately? Chela and her litter all but slaughtered the representatives of Sorcha’s court the other moon.”

“Month, Gabriel. The other month.”

Gabriel waved a hand, utterly uncowed by his king. “They’re too rough for Ani. She’s so tiny.” He started pacing as he rambled on about the female Hounds.

They were truly fierce, but Irial had trouble objecting to anything that kept Sorcha’s court away from him.

“Can she run?” Gabriel stopped on the verge of a burst of pride that was almost chokingly sweet.

Irial closed his eyes and savored the orange-sugar rush of Gabriel’s emotions. “Ask her.”

“You need anything first?” Gabriel paused, as still as a wave before it breaks.

“No. Just take Ani home. Get Rabbit’s telephone number so you can reach him if you need advice on her.”

Gabriel snarled, but only once.

Irial glared, relieved to deal with the familiar challenge of Gabriel’s pride. “He’s raised her. You don’t know her. Get his number.”

The look on Gabriel’s face would stop almost any fey or mortal. Accepting orders—even from his king—went against his instincts. Irial softened his tone. “If you don’t need it, fine, but they should keep in touch. They’re a pack of their own.”

Gabriel bowed his head slightly. “Do you need someone else for your strength?”

Irial held out a hand to the once more visibly uncomfortable Hound. “After seeing you? Why?”

Gabriel straightened his shoulders. “Then I’ll go fetch the pup. My daughter”—he had another burst of tangled emotions then—“it is just the one, right?”