Shadowspell

It was frightening how well Arawn could read me. He answered the question I wasn’t willing to put into words.

“I have never encountered magic like yours before,” he told me. “I am far older than your aunt Grace, and yet never have I even heard of such a power.”

“Umm, what power would that be, exactly?”

“At a guess, I’d say that you somehow made her mortal.”

“What?” I cried. Even Ethan and the Huntsmen looked startled by that.

“Her connection to magic was completely severed when you cast your spell,” the Erlking explained. “Her active spell died, and she seemed incapable of casting another, despite her considerable power. The wound Ethan dealt her was serious, but not fatal, not to one of the Sidhe. And evidence suggests she might have died even had I not struck her a fatal blow myself.”

If that’s really what I’d done, then I was even more of a threat to the Queens of Faerie than they knew. Like they needed one more reason to kill me! To have the power to make an immortal Fae mortal …

I tried not to let my thoughts show on my face, but the Erlking hadn’t lived as long as he had without learning a thing or two about reading people. Or maybe it was just that he was thinking the same thing himself. He looked down at me with an expression that was both grave and slightly sinister.

“There are a few things you should keep in mind, should you find yourself tempted to use that spell on me. You cast it this time in a moment of extreme stress. How sure are you that you’d be able to replicate it at will? It’s not exactly something you can practice, unless you’re much more ruthless than you let on. And, of course, just because it worked on your aunt Grace is no guarantee it would work on me. I am not Sidhe.”

“If you’re not Sidhe, what are you?” I asked, although that was hardly the most important question to ask at the moment.

One corner of his mouth curled upward. “I am the Erlking. I am one of a kind.” From someone else, that might have sounded arrogant, but Arawn presented it as a simple statement of fact, no hint of pride in his voice.

“I’m sure both your world and mine are thankful,” I said, and he laughed again. He seemed to find me pretty funny, considering we were in the process of discussing how I could be his Kryptonite, the one person in the universe who might actually be able to kill him.

Again, he seemed to read my thoughts. “I don’t fear you, Faeriewalker. You would not attempt to destroy me out of malice, and I will not put myself in such a situation as to give you good cause to unleash your powers on me. Besides, if you try, and you fail, then you will join my Hunt, for that would constitute an attack.”

I did actually believe he wasn’t worried, and unfortunately, I thought his reasoning was spot on. Could I have unleashed that spell on Grace if we hadn’t been in the heat of battle? Much as I hated her, could I have killed her in cold blood? I doubted it.

“Come now,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”

I was more than ready to get out of there, to get away from the blood and the bodies. I thought for sure Ethan was going to come with us—after all, the Erlking hadn’t technically ordered him to go home—but he murmured some excuse and slipped away, taking his torch with him, before I had a chance to protest.

Arawn retrieved a flashlight from Fred’s body, handing it to me before casting a light spell that made the flashlight unnecessary. Then he put a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward while his Huntsmen converged on the bodies. He turned the first corner he came to, and I suspected that was more to distance me from the carnage than because it was the direction we needed to go.

“If you can just get me to someplace I recognize, I can use your charm,” I told him. How I wished I’d done that in the first place.

“Not necessary,” he said. “I’ll take you all the way.”

I came to a stop. “No, you won’t. No one knows I’ve left my safe house, and it’s going to stay that way.”

Arawn turned to face me, one eyebrow lifted. “So you plan not to tell anyone about Grace’s demise and your part in it?”

I felt my eyes widening. “Oh, hell no! People are already lined up around the block wanting to kill me. The last thing I need is to give them yet another reason. Not to mention my dad would go completely ballistic if he knew I snuck out.” And considering what had almost happened to me because of it, he’d be perfectly justified.

“You underestimate your own strengths,” Arawn said, and I could have sworn I heard admiration in his voice. “You are not so easy to kill.”

“I’d have been dead meat if you hadn’t showed up tonight.”

“But I did. And I’ve already told you I won’t let anyone hurt you. Your power lies not only in what you can do yourself, but in what others can do for you. I am not a bad person to have on your side when both Queens of Faerie wish you dead.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not so good at counting on others.” I don’t know what moved me to be so frank with him. A smart person would be extra super careful about every word out of her mouth when talking to someone like the Erlking, but I was chatting with him like we were best buds.

He nodded his agreement. “You must always count on yourself first. But don’t discount your friends and allies.”

I met his blue, blue eyes. “Even allies who’ve played me for a fool and planned to kill me once they got what they wanted?”