Innocent Darkness by Suzanne Lazear

Author:Suzanne Lazear [Lazear, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Steampunk
ISBN: 9780738732480
Google: gp8OywAACAAJ
Amazon: 0738732486
Barnesnoble: 0738732486
Goodreads: 9277339
Publisher: Flux
Published: 2012-08-07T14:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Confrontations

“You liar.” Anger at both at Kevighn and herself welled inside Noli. How could she have been so stupid? “I can explain.” Those words dripped so easily off his lips. Clearly, he’d said it before. To how many girls?

She’d been in the grove, planting, and came in for something to drink when she’d noticed someone in the kitchen with Kevighn. Even though she’d only caught the end of the conversation, she’d heard enough.

Her hands went to her hips. The hand that struck him stung. “Explain fast.”

“Remember when I told you someone could help, but might be unwilling. That was her.” Kevighn looked displeased. He should be ashamed.

“The one you promised to take me to but haven’t yet? Like you promised to help me find the way home but haven’t done that either?” She didn’t hide her hurt as it flowed into her voice with the force of a waterfall.

“Noli,” his expression softened. “I told you, things are complicated. What did you hear? You probably just took it out of context.”

“More lies.” Guilt overcame Noli when his face crumpled. She huffed, trying to quell her anger. “Fine, go ahead and explain.”

“I appreciate that. Have a seat,” he gestured to the table. “Perhaps I should have told you the truth from the beginning … ”

“You should have,” she snapped as she sat down in the wooden chair that she thought of as hers and arraigned her skirt, smoothing a bit of dust off the russet fabric of her skirt.

“If I had, would you have come with me?” He went to the cabinets and rummaged through them.

“No.” She never should have gone with him to begin with. No, she should have marched up to the faery tree and demanded it take her back to Findlay.

Wait. That sounded so silly. She stifled a laugh.

“What are you giggling about?” He took down two glasses and a bottle.

“If I’d walked right up to the faery tree that brought me here and demanded to be brought home, would it have listened?” She continued to laugh at the notion.

“You aren’t a tree-speaker, so it probably wouldn’t have listened unless you know how to use a wild gate.” He smiled, carrying the earthenware goblets and glass bottle over to the table. “I like it when you laugh. You’re so beautiful when you laugh or smile.”

She stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes. “I will have none of your honeyed nonsense, Kevighn Silver—is that even your real name?”

Shrugging, he opened the bottle and filled both goblets with a dark liquid that seemed to shimmer in the light. “One of them. Usually they call me Kevighn SilverTongue.”

“For your lies?”

“Or my kisses, depending on whom you ask.” He said this lightly, easily.

She stared at him in partial disbelief. “You really are a rake, aren’t you?”

For a moment he looked sad—but only in his eyes. “Only when I need to be. My job is complex and I often must do a variety of things you’d deem distasteful. Things are different here.” He pushed a goblet towards her.

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