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And with that, we went back to sorting out the kitchen. The Veil House would rise again. Grieve was free from Myst’s rule. And I…I was about to become a queen.
On our last morning at the Veil House, Rhia and I sat on the back steps, eating our lunch. Only now, three guards stood at attention near us. We could barely go to the bathroom without an escort.
“So much has happened.” Rhia finished her sandwich, then dusted her hands on her skirt and put her gloves back on.
The Shadow Hunters were still around, a few had been caught, but Grieve estimated that at least sixty to a hundred had escaped, and we had no doubt they’d found their way to Myst. The barrow was ready, though, in case she made another attempt. It wasn’t there that we would have to take the greatest care.
“New Forest feels so empty.” I stared at the silent road. A few people had moved back, but a number of HOUSE FOR SALE signs had cropped up lately, and things for our little town were changing.
“People will return. Whether they are old or new inhabitants, well, that remains to be seen. Anadey is still running the diner. Peyton said she left a voice message last night, wanting to see her.”
I cringed. Anadey had betrayed us. “What is Peyton going to do?”
“I don’t know, but she seems in no hurry to visit her. Rex is healing up. The infection from the Shadow Hunter’s bite has died down, but it will take him some time to fully recover, and he’ll always have a chunk of muscle gouged out of that leg.” Rhia crossed her arms. She stared around the backyard. “I’ll miss living here.”
“Me too, but I guess we can’t stay here now. At least Peyton and Luna and Kaylin will be near us.” In the short month or so that I’d been home, these people had become my family as well as my friends. “Did Zoey make it off all right?”
“Yeah, she went back to the Akazzani.” Rhia stood, staring at the sky. The snow had finally begun to slack off, but it hadn’t fully stopped. Myst still held the town in her wintery grasp, though it wasn’t nearly as tight as it had been. “We’d better get down to the barrows. They’re waiting for us.”
She held out her hand and I took it. As we began to walk across the yard, toward the Golden Wood, followed by our guards, I felt a shadow cross my path. I whirled quickly, but there was nothing there.
As we came to the trail mouth, I glanced up at the sky. A woman’s face peered down at me from the silvery clouds. Myst…it was Myst. I could feel her in the snows and on the slipstream, waiting, biding her time, longing for revenge. She was out there, waiting for us to slip up, and it was only a matter of time until she returned. But this time we’d be stronger, and perhaps we could end her terror for good.
>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.
