Caledonia Fae 03 - Enemy of the Fae by India Drummond

Author:India Drummond [Drummond, India]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, epic fantasy
ISBN: 9781908436108
Google: 0h4JkgEACAAJ
Amazon: B008AA3B7Q
Goodreads: 13793030
Publisher: Trindlemoss Publishing
Published: 2012-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“Eilidh,” Munro called and sat up in bed with a start. He woke from a sleep so deep, he felt as though he was returning from another world. He sensed his love drawing near.

Had his encounter with the Source Stone been a dream? Even as he asked the question, he knew the answer. The change in him had been real.

After a moment of blurry confusion, he recognised the guest room in the Caledonian Hall. He lay alone on the swing-bed, naked and draped over the blankets. His body retained the defined musculature of a young, strong human, but his skin shimmered. He went to a mirror hanging on the far wall. His hair had once been a sandy blond, but now it shone gold. What struck him most, though, was his eyes. They swirled a deep, ocean blue like the eyes of the fae.

The well of his magic called out to him. He visualised it clearly, as a pit of pure, clean clay, waiting to be moulded into whatever shape he wanted. A heady sense of power rushed through him, telling him he had the power to create anything. The entire universe, all the universes, would bend to his touch.

Voices trailed from down the hall as Eilidh approached, accompanied by others. He sensed their essence, their magic.

The queen walked into his room, and he turned slowly and smiled. She stared in disbelief. Her thoughts rang clearly, almost as though she mind-spoke to him. Whatever changes had taken place strengthened their bond enormously.

“Quinton?” she asked. The surprise in her voice echoed the expressions on the faces behind her.

He didn’t have to answer. The question was a reflexive comment, Eilidh’s way of stalling to give herself a moment to take in what she saw. She recognised him, if not by his face, then by their bond. Even though he stood naked in front of a group of faeries, all staring at him, he felt completely unashamed.

“You touched the Source Stone?” she asked, her emotions betraying that she already knew the answer.

He tilted his head.

“You’ve changed.”

“I am what I always have been,” he replied.

A worried expression crossed her face. She turned to the faeries behind her. “Speak of this to no one.”

The others exchanged apprehensive glances.

Munro stepped forward. “I am draoidh,” he said with a growl. “If you utter one word before your queen gives you leave, I will send you to Ifrinn myself.” How did I learn that word? he wondered absently. His vision blurred as a blue glow emanated from his eyes.

Eilidh blinked at his words, and the three faeries paled. “Yes, my lord,” one of them said and bowed. The other two followed suit. Taken aback, Eilidh didn’t correct their form of address or the fact they showed more respect to him than to her.

“Go,” Munro said, waving a hand toward the door. The trio scurried away quickly.

“What happened to you?” Eilidh’s tone was hushed and reverent, but he felt her fear. Was she afraid of him or of the uncertain future?

“Come here,” he said softly, reaching for her hand.

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