Vampire Queen 8 - Bound by the Vampire Queen - Joey W Hill by Bound by the Vampire Queen (v2.0) (mobi)

Author:Bound by the Vampire Queen (v2.0) (mobi)
Language: eng
Format: mobi

Chapter 14

THEY didn’t go to simply one destination.

Throughout the nighttime hours, the Fae procession phased in and out of the mist, appearing in various places. Corn fields in the rural Midwest, sugar cane in South America and rice fields in Cambodia. Thick forests, where local peoples still relied on hunting for food, not soulless sport. Some of the places through which they traveled were so untouched by the industrial world that Lyssa felt she’d seen the same tableau hundreds of years ago. Either because the magic portals allowed for time adjustments or because the time zones themselves aligned with the nighttime of the Fae world, all their destinations were quiet and dark, between the midnight to three a.m. —hours. At each field or forest, the Fae walking on the outskirts of the procession, usually women or young girls, scattered what looked like seed from large baskets. The seeds floated outward and then down, coated in a soft glow. Once they settled on the earth they disappeared, seeding the earth with good tidings for plenty and abundance.

Though the sorcerers had set them in different paths, there were a few times they did see evidence of the Haunt’s presence, at a distance. Sirens on mooring buoys in a river, calling to young men sitting on the docks drinking beer. Male fairies dancing among enchanted red and white mushroom circles, coaxing young women to join them. They passed through blasts of air from the Gaoth Shee, heard the baying of the hell hounds. She saw humans who had strayed from the populated areas, casting fearful looks into the darkness, sensing the Unseelie eyes watching them, calculating the mischief they would do to the loner. They didn’t see the opulent reassurance of the Fae procession, passing just outside the range of their vision. Tabor’s mouth would tighten, but he did not interfere, the two factions continuing their parallel courses.

For the most part, the Seelie entourage set a sedate pace. However, when they reached a wide-open pastureland for sheep, dotted with low fences underneath the glowing moon, there was a cry from a section of the procession. King Tabor grinned as Aidan and Leigh pointed out the white hart, lithely prancing on the field several slopes down, cutting coquettish circles. “Shall we have ourselves a little harmless sport?” he queried. “My lady, will you join us?”

She could feel Jacob’s eagerness, muscles quivering behind her back, amusingly reminding her of Bran being held back from a treat. She shook her head at the palfrey being led forward and instead, in a lithe move, helped by Jacob’s strength and her own, she shifted herself quickly around his body and adjusted her skirt so she straddled Firewind behind him, setting her hands securely around his waist.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“Well done,” Aidan praised her, giving her a handsome smile. “She’s mine this year, mates.”

“Not if I get there first,” Tabor laughed, flashing white teeth. Though Dahlia stopped just short of rolling her eyes at Lyssa in female commiseration, it was a near thing.

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