Over the Moon by Angela Knight & MaryJanice Davidson & Virginia Kantra & Sunny

Author:Angela Knight & MaryJanice Davidson & Virginia Kantra & Sunny [Knight, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780425213438
Publisher: Berkley Sensation
Published: 2007-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The little man grinned, revealing pointy teeth. "Ay, Puck." Cait raised her chin. "Or should I call you Goodfellow?"

"Puck or Hob or Robin Goodfellow, it's all the same to me." He hopped off the log. "Took you long enough to get here."

Cait tried very hard not to feel offended. "It's Midsummer's Eve. I thought that was the best time to find you."

"Unless I'm wanting to be found. You're nearly too late."

Her heartbeat quickened. "Too late for what?"

Puck shambled through the woods at surprising speed. "We'll have to move quickly."

Cait fell in beside him, her thoughts and her feet struggling to keep pace with his. "Are you taking me to—" Hot breath, white fangs, flaming golden eyes. The healed cuts on her arms and legs burned with remembered fire. The gold chain pulsed in her pocket. Cait swallowed. "—to Rhys?"

Puck shook his head. "I wish I could. But he's wild now, and wary of the Queen."

Cait was feeling pretty damn wary herself.

"So are we going…" Her voice failed. She tried again. "Are you taking me to the Queen?"

"Horns and hooves! No."

She was a little reassured. But only a little. "Then where are we going?"

Puck stopped and shot her a curious look from the corners of his bright black eyes. "You mean, you don't know?"

"I don't know anything," Cait confessed. "I just wanted to find you."

The sidhe smiled—not his usual mocking, mischievous smile, but something warmer, almost affectionate. "And so you have. But if you did not know what you were seeking, how did you know where to look?"

"My father said…" The minute she sets one foot off the trail, Puck will take her straight to the Queen. "He seemed to think you would find me," Cait said carefully.

"Miles from where we met before." His tone made it a question.

"Yeah, well…" Cait puffed as she followed him up a rough slope littered with branches and dotted with pink and yellow flowers. "I looked at the map. Wayah Bald… Wayah means wolf in Cherokee. I figured that was, like, a good place to start."

"You are more clever than I thought," Puck said.

Cait flushed. She hadn't felt clever. More like "desperate" and "grasping at straws." Simply getting this far had tested her ingenuity and resolution, and the main task, whatever it was, still lay ahead. Approval, even approval from the Queen's stooge dwarf, was ridiculously encouraging.

"Thank you," she said.

"Are you also brave?"

She was scared to death.

"I'm here," she said as steadily as she could. "And I'm willing. Is that good enough?"

"It will have to be. Or your lover is lost."

Cold fingers traced down Cait's spine despite the oppressive heat and the sweat she was working up climbing the mountain. But she felt a spark of anger, too. "She's his mother! Hasn't she done enough? She's already cursed him. Does she have to kill him, too?"

"The Queen does not kill her young," Puck said matter-of-factly, in the tone he might have used to say, The Queen does not eat her young. "But she will not save him.

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