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"Or sex and feeding on blood."
"Right. And it causes a massive breakdown of the ability of the Vampiric Fae to handle daylight. The vampires are trying to even the playing field, I think. If the Indigo Court can only come out at night, then they're on par with the vampires and won't have the advantage of being able to wreak havoc while the vamps have to sleep."
"Holy crap. Then Grieve's reacting the way he is--"
"Because it's daylight. I think . . . I think the virus or whatever it is worked. And when he went back to the Court, he began spreading it. And those who catch it, will spread it further. The vampires are hoping to create a pandemic."
I gently rubbed my hand across my wolf, wanting to find Grieve, to tell him to get out of the light, to get inside and stay in the dark.
"I'd like to kill Lannan," I said softly. "I want to be the one to stake him. He knew that Grieve would respond to my fear and anger. I know he knew it. I don't know how they assembled their information, but they know all about me and I'll bet you anything they know I'm part Cambyra Fae."
"Cicely--this may not be a bad thing." Leo took my hands and I glared at him. He let go, but wouldn't shut up. "We're fighting the Indigo Court. No, not Grieve, but everybody else there. Put your emotions aside, at least as far as he goes, and look at this logically. We can use this to help us get Peyton back. By tomorrow, the Court's going to be in shambles and we can use that turmoil and chaos as a cloak."
Bleakly, I stared up at Kaylin, who nodded but said nothing. Leo was right. As much as I hated Lannan, I had to admit the plan was ingenious. And by the very nature of what was happening, the prophecy was coming true--the vampires were causing Grieve, via me, to become an unwitting traitor and carry the virus back to the rest of the Indigo Court.
Which made me wonder, which had come first--the plan? Or the prophecy? Or had some vampire-cum-scientist somewhere engineered this infection, and then the higher-ups--maybe Crawl or the Queen herself--had the foresight to take an ancient prophecy and make it happen?
No matter what, Grieve and I truly now were the traitorous lovers of the Najeeling Prophecy. Because I knew, in my heart, from my link with Grieve, that he was suffering horribly right now. And others of the Court would soon be suffering, too. And there was nothing I could--or should--do about it. To run in there to save Grieve would be tantamount to helping the Indigo Court, and I couldn't do that. Not even for love.
I lifted my head slowly, staring at Kaylin and Leo. "Get ready," I said in a hoarse whisper. "We're going to have a talk with Lainule. We need her help, and I owe her my allegiance, it seems."
After calling Rhiannon and telling her to wait for us at Anadey's, we headed for Dovetail Lake. I revved up Favonis, wondering why I'd ever bothered to come home. The world was bleak, and I couldn't seem to find one bright spot to hold on to . . . not even though the sun was shining in the impossibly cold and bright and harshly snow-blanketed world.
By the time we got to the lake, I was more than depressed: I was furious. And fury would carry me a lot further than moping. I hopped out of the car the minute I turned off the ignition and went stomping toward the rushes, kicking up the snow. Kaylin and Leo followed, at a distance.
"Lainule! I know you're here!" I stopped, and forced my thoughts into the slipstream. I know you can hear me, you know who I am and you'd better come out or I'll broadcast it far and wide that you're still around here.
Don't toy with her, don't threaten her, girl. You know that's not safe.
I don't care, Ulean. We're being played like pawns between three rival forces and I'll be damned if I give away all of my power. We're going to at least get one thing out of this and that's Peyton, back alive and safe.
The susurration of the winter breeze turned into an icy blast as the reeds parted. Lainule, flanked by two men who reminded me of Grieve and Chatter in the old days, stepped out from between the parted bushes.
"You dare to summon me with such language and threats?" Her voice was low but the power behind it sent me reeling back. I stumbled into Kaylin's arms and he steadied me.
Lainule might be beautiful in the night, but during the day she was blinding. Radiant, even under summer's torn and shredded cloak, her eyes were the blue of morning sky and her hair the color of spun platinum woven with auburn strands. She looked at Kaylin, then at Leo, then back at me.
"What do you want, Cicely? It had better be good for such an entrance into my world." The Queen of Rivers and Rushes brushed back the stand of cattails and rushes and nodded for us to enter.
I hesitated for a second, then marched through. Kaylin and Leo followed more slowly. As we passed through the parted bushes, the winter fell away and we were standing by the lake during summer--the trees were in full leaf, the sun gleaming warm and golden overhead. The ice and snow were gone and the water rippled gently as a light breeze drifted past.
"We're . . . Where are we?" The sudden shift had taken the wind out of my sails and I smiled as the sunlight warmed me through. It felt so good compared to the harshness of winter that I just wanted to find a soft spot on the grass to lie down and sleep and dream.
"You asked to speak to me. I will not stand around the parking lot of Dovetail Lake for all the world to see. So I brought you into my domain. What there is of it, for now." She let out a long sigh and her eyes looked red from weeping.
I frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I am tired, child. Weary and heart sore. But such is the way when you belong to the world of the immortals. Come, sit and rest. You have the time here. Tell me what's so urgent that you would come seeking me out."
Her guards escorted her back to a makeshift throne--an old cedar stump that had been hastily carved into a royal bench, complete with footstool and armrests. As she ascended to take her place I had a sudden glimpse of what she'd been forced to leave behind. Beyond her possessions and her forest, she'd been stripped of her roots. Lainule was the Queen of Rivers and Rushes, the sovereign of the land in New Forest, and now she was hiding out in a temporary encampment, trying to stay one step ahead of Myst.
I let out a long breath. "Did you conspire with the vampire Lannan Altos to infect me, so that I might contaminate the Indigo Court by passing a virus to Grieve?"
She gazed at me, her eyes steady and clear. "Not just a virus, Cicely. Plague. And yes, I know Altos and his bloodthirsty companions. This is not the time to retain old grudges. We have a common enemy. It behooves us to work together in order to eradicate Myst and her vermin. When you seek to exterminate a threat, you don't use sugar water instead of poison."
I nearly swallowed my tongue. "Poison? But Grieve--you used your own Prince to carry the toxin back to Myst's camp."
"Sacrifices must be made. And since he isn't born of the Indigo Court, there's a chance he will survive. I will do what I have to do, take the risks I have to take. And you . . . while I said before you are mine, I have no problem sharing you with the vampires in order to accomplish our goals."
