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“I’m really sorry, Dory, but you won’t believe everything that’s—” She caught me peering at her face and grabbed her nose, looking mortified. “Oh, God! Am I morphing? Tell me I’m not morphing!”
“Uh. No. Are you supposed to be?”
“Only in Faerie, so far.” Claire looked relieved. “Don’t stare at me like that! It freaks me out.”
“Sorry. I just… aren’t you supposed to have pointy ears or something?”
“Vulcans! Vulca
ns have pointy ears. Do I look like an alien to you?”
“No, but you never looked much like a Fey, either.”
“I would like to apologize for my mistake, lady,” Heidar said, jumping in during the nanosecond pause in the conversation. He’d obviously been around Claire for a while. “I was under the impression that you were a vampire.”
“I get that a lot,” I said kindly. “I’m Dory.”
The Fey brightened. “Is this where I introduce myself?” he whispered in a loud aside to Claire, who looked horrified.
“Oh, God.”
“I have been practicing,” Heidar informed me proudly, then launched into a recital of what had to be fifty names, most with explanations.
“Never ask them their names,” Claire advised as Heidar rattled on. “Just. Don’t.”
“Okay. It seems you’ve been busy.” I poked her in the middle. “Anything in there I should know about?”
She blanched. It made her freckles stand out like spots on white paper. “How did you hear about that?”
“Are you kidding me? So far, I had that runt Kyle—”
“I hate him. I hate all vamps. That complete toad, Michael—”
“—tell me you were pregnant by a vamp—”
“—kidnapped me and—Kyle said what?”
“—and then a member of the Domi shows up and informs me—”
“The Domi sent someone here?”
“—that you’re actually pregnant by the late king of the Fey.”
“Late?!” Heidar squeaked.
I stopped and looked at him. His hair was miraculously still mostly dry, despite the downpour. Claire’s, on the other hand, was as wet as mine, frizzing and straggling around her face like a dead animal pelt. It was hard to believe they were both half-Fey.
“Let me guess, you’re Alarr?”
“It means Elven general,” Heidar enlightened me automatically. “But, please, lady, I beg of you, tell us what you know of my father.”
“I’m sorry, not a lot. Only that he’s missing and presumed dead.”
“That is impossible,” Heidar said with conviction.
I didn’t feel like arguing the point, especially when I suspected he might be right. “Okay.” I looked at Claire sternly. “You want to tell me what’s been going on?”
“It’s a long story.”
