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And then, without waiting for an answer, she swept into the study and shut the door behind her.
I ate dinner in my room, and then, locking the door, Grieve and I slept through the night. Lannan did not bother me, nor speak to me again, and by the time morning came, I’d pushed aside what Regina told me. I had enough to deal with now, I didn’t have time to focus on a lust-obsessed vampire. I’d cross that bridge when—and if—it became an issue.
The morning moved swiftly. After breakfast, our little group gathered in the drawing room that Lannan had assigned for our use. Ysandra joined us. She looked tired. We all did.
I did not tell them what had happened the night before, other than that Lannan had vacated my contract and that Regina wanted to make new treaties with the realms of Summer and Winter.
Wrath let out a long sigh. “I suppose you will have to do so. The time when the Fae could remain in peace, retired from the world, is ending. We must take an active part now—or you must. Lainule and I will be slipping away into the shadows, where we can rest without all of this turmoil.”
“How are we going to know what to do and what not to do? We don’t even know anything about the Grand and Lesser Courts—in fact, yesterday was the first time I’d heard mention of them.”
Lainule pressed her hand on my shoulder. “Be at peace. We will leave you with advisors. And Chatter and Grieve have full knowledge of the hierarchy. It will be difficult, but you will find your way. And our people will accept you.”
“That’s another question. You are Queen of the realm of Summer. Rhiannon will take over there. But if there are no Unseelie left here, just who will Grieve and I rule over?” I was truly confused.
Wrath laughed. “If that is the worst of your concerns, never fear. There are Unseelie around, they’ve just kept to the shadows. Now they will come out, unite, and learn a new way of life from you. The Wilding Fae have taken a liking to you and will hearken to your reign. And as I said, some of the Summer Court feel more comfortable with the night and the snow. They will join the Winter.”
There was so much I didn’t understand, but I held my tongue. We had a while yet to figure things out. And hopefully our initiations would help us to understand our new roles.
Wrath stood. “The barrows are clear—our warriors have cleaned out the last of the Shadow Hunters they could find, but we know there are more in the woods. Lannan and Regina sent fifty armed vampires out there last night and they destroyed another forty-five Shadow Hunters. They combed the woods, so any left are in deep hiding. Myst and the rest of her people have gone into hiding.”
He stretched, then motioned for us to follow him. “Come now. Both you and Rhiannon must become familiar with your new home. Midwinter is almost upon us, and so are your intiations. And the double wedding.”
A million questions still in my heart, I stood and followed them out to the foyer, where we readied ourselves for another trip into the woods.
Chapter 22
One week had passed since we’d routed Myst out of the barrows, and now the Cambyra Fae lived there once more.
At the end of Vyne Street, the Veil House stood empty, but rebuilding was already taking place. The Consortium had floated a quick loan for Rhiannon and me, and we were having the house rebuilt even though we weren’t going to be living here. Peyton and Luna would take over ownership, and Kaylin would join them. The Moon Spinners would continue, with their high priestess—namely me—also being a Fae Queen. We’d decided on twice-monthly meetings, thus skirting the old tradition of the Summer and Winter queens only meeting twice a year. I had a feeling we’d be changing a number of other rules as we went along.
Our initiation was set for three nights hence, on midwinter’s eve. The day after that, on the solstice, we would be married in a double ceremony to Chatter and Grieve.
Although my heart was singing, fear still kept the woodland and town in its grasp. Myst was still out there, and we could feel her, brooding and watching. Geoffrey, too—and Leo—were in hiding and we fully expected them to make trouble.
As for Lannan…he hadn’t spoken to me since I’d left his office. I wasn’t particularly unhappy over the fact, but it didn’t bode well for future entanglements. Regina warned me to keep out of his way for a while, and this time I followed her advice. He’d been too close to the edge, and I didn’t want him toppling over, taking me with him. Stalkers of any sort were scary. Vampire stalkers—much worse.
Grieve and I were sorting through the kitchenware, deciding what was salvageable and what wasn’t. I found another one of Aunt Heather’s dishes that had escaped the fire and looting. As I ran my hands around the soot-stained china, a slow tear eased out of my eye.
“What’s the matter, love?” Over the past few days, I’d watched Grieve go from haunted to whole. He’d never again be the Prince of Summer, but now he was poised to be the King of Winter and he’d grown, no longer bound by Myst’s shadow. He even seemed taller, and his beautiful platinum hair was gleaming in the ray of light that shone through the window. The sun was a welcome sight, and the snow—while it wasn’t melting—was taking more breaks between storms.
“I was just thinking about my aunt. About how much she loved this house, and Rhiannon, and how much she loved me. I miss her.” And I did—Aunt Heather had been my touchstone to childhood.
Grieve took the plate and stacked it with the others for washing later. He let out a long sigh, leaning back against the sink. The kitchen had taken a lot of damage and would have to be totally renovated. The rest of the house, while gutted in areas, had held up better and would take less work to restore. He held out his arm and I slipped into his embrace, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“She was a good woman. She resisted Myst as much as she could.” He paused as if wanting to say something. After a moment, he continued. “The morning we met her on the trail? She could have easily killed us. She held back. She let us win and then she asked us for release. But she could have killed us.”
I hung my head. Somehow I’d known that. Heather had been strong enough. She’d chosen to let us win. “Grieve…how long have you known that we were to take over the Winter Court?”
He shrugged, not letting go of me. “I knew that you would someday be my Queen. I knew it from the beginning. But I couldn’t say anything. I always thought we’d rule the Summer, though.” He smiled, resigned—but it was still a smile—and turned me to face him. “We’ve a long history together. Longer than even we know.”
“Ulean told me the same thing.”
“I promise you, I don’t know anything more than what I’ve told you so far, but I imagine someday we’ll find out together.” He picked up a creamer and handed it to me and I tucked it to my chest. “We’ll have a family, Cicely. We’ll have children, and we’ll rule a kingdom together.”
“First we have to find Myst and kill her for good. But I’m beginning to believe. I’m beginning to truly think…that the future exists for us.” And slowly I raised the creamer—another of Aunt Heather’s treasures—and kissed it softly before setting it on the counter.
“Oh, we have a future. Our battles aren’t over, but we have the upper hand. And soon we’ll be married and even Lannan Altos can’t touch you then.”
