Inimical by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Author:Genevieve Iseult Eldredge [Eldredge, Genevieve Iseult]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-945723-27-8
Publisher: Firefly Hill Press, LLC

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ROUEN

Everything

I would risk

Everything

For you

“My Everything,” Euphoria

* * *

Dark Fae are not supposed to show emotion, especially any of the “weaker” emotions—love, mercy, empathy. Fear that your girl was stolen by a filthy, dandelion-swilling fair Fae prince. I’m losing it. At least inwardly. The last shimmer of Summer heat that took Syl—my Syl—puffs out like the exhaust of a truck backfiring.

A blast of heat, and she’s gone.

Leaving me standing in the dimly lit parking lot behind the Nanci Raygun, music throbbing through the walls, vibrating the asphalt at my feet.

My hand aches where she was ripped away.

My head throbs even more as Dark-Rouen rises up in my soul. You fool. Together, we could have stopped him. But you were too afraid to give me control.

Cold anger and fear constrict my chest. With all my mental fortitude, I stuff her down deep into her prison. You wouldn’t have given it back.

Is this how my father fell to his dark side—a little at a time?

I touch the Adamant Queen necklace. I have to be stronger than him.

Dread creeps in, wrapping me in doubt. What if I’m not?

Syl. Concentrate on Syl.

Right. I pace, dowsing for ley lines—anything I could use to get to OverHill.

No luck. I’m a dark Fae. The Winter in my blood calls to the moon’s ley lines like the moon calls the tides, but the sunlit ley lines, the ones that lead to OverHill?

Zip. Zilch. Nada.

I can’t access OverHill’s Snickleways. I don’t have Summer in my blood. Like calls to like. Blood to blood.

And I don’t have the right blood.

I pace, biting my thumbnail to the quick. For the record, going to OverHill is a bad idea for a dark Fae, even a princess. We’re all things Winter, and OverHill is a place of sweltering heat and brutal, punishing sunlight.

Dark Fae die there, scorched to ash and bits of bone.

But I don’t care.

Syl needs me. There has to be something, some way…

Short, clompy footfalls echo behind me. I whirl around, barely keeping my violet lightning in check. Lennon sees the electricity in my eyes and puts both hands up. “I come in peace!”

“Lennon.” Relief shoots through me. “When did you get here?”

Worry shines in her eyes. “I was late, but I saw the tail-end of what happened.”

Lennon knows about me and Syl being Fae. She became Wakeful when Fiann took her hostage for the sixth Ouroboros. Long story short, Syl and I still came out on top.

Cheat, cheat, never beat, Fiann.

“Where’s Syl? All I saw was a flare of sunlight.” Lennon looks around, the fear on her face mirroring my own.

“Aldebaran took her to OverHill.” My voice shakes, but I don’t care.

Syl’s all I care about.

Now Lennon’s pacing, too. “We have to do something.”

She’s so sweet, but I ease her off the Bad Idea ledge. “Not we. Me.”

“But, Euphoria—”

“Wait. Let me think.” I rack my brain for a solution. Blood calls to blood. Like calls to like. I can’t walk the Summer pathways to OverHill, but there must be some other way in.

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