Merry Gentry #02 - A Caress of Twilight by Laurell K. Hamilton

Author:Laurell K. Hamilton [Hamilton, Laurell K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Fantasy, Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Contemporary, Fantasy Fiction, Women Sleuths, Women detectives, Women Private Investigators, Fairies, Romance fiction, Gentry; Meredith (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780345423429
Google: oTF82eOdgUIC
Amazon: 0345478169
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2002-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

I WAS BEHIND THE WHEEL OF THE ACURA BEFORE I REALIZED I couldn’t remember where we were supposed to be going. I stared at the keys in my hands and couldn’t think. “Where are we going?”

The men exchanged a look, then Rhys said from the backseat, “Let me drive, Merry.” He reached between the seats and took the keys gently from my hand. I didn’t argue. The day seemed to be full of a high buzzing sound like some invisible mosquito humming in my ear.

Rhys held the door open for me, and I walked around to the passenger-side door. Frost held the door for me and got me settled in before getting into the back. I was lucky that Rhys was with me. Frost didn’t know how to drive a car.

“Buckle up,” Rhys said.

It wasn’t like me to forget my seat belt. It took me two tries to get the belt fastened. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Shock,” Rhys said, as he put the car in gear.

“Shock? Why?”

Frost answered, leaning forward over my seat. Most of the guards never buckled up; they could be decapitated and not die, so I guess a little trip through a windshield didn’t worry them. “You said it yourself to the policeman. You have never seen anything as awful as what you have just seen.”

“Have you seen worse?”

He was quiet for a second, then said, “Yes.”

I glanced at Rhys, who had moved us onto the Pacific Highway with its beautiful views of the ocean. “How about you?”

“How about me, what?” he asked, flashing me a grin.

I frowned at him. “Have you seen worse?”

“Yes. And, no, I’m not going to tell you about it.”

“Not even if I ask nicely?”

“Especially if you ask nicely. If I was angry enough, I might try to shock you with the horrors I’ve seen. But I’m not angry with you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Frost?”

“I am sure Rhys has seen worse than I. I was not alive during the very first battles when our people fought the Firbolgs.”

I knew the Firbolgs were the first semidivine inhabitants of the British Isles and Ireland. I knew that my ancestors had defeated them and won the right to be the new rulers of the lands. It was several thousand years of history away; that I knew. What I hadn’t known was that Rhys was older than Frost, older than most of the sidhe. That Rhys was one of the first of us to come to the isles now thought to be the original home of all sidhe. “Rhys is older than you are?”

“Yes.”

I looked at Rhys.

He suddenly seemed very interested in driving.

“Rhys?”

“Yes,” he said, looking straight ahead. He maneuvered a curve a little too fast, so he’d have to play with the wheel.

“How much older are you than Frost?”

“I don’t remember.” His voice held a plaintive note.

“Yes, you do.”

He glanced at me. “No, I don’t. It’s been too long, Merry. I don’t remember what year Frost was born.” He sounded grumpy now.

“Do you remember what year you were born?” I asked Frost.

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