lowered my gun and glared at V'lane. "Is this a joke? Do you think this is funny?
Why didn't you just sift me here to begin with, if you were coming this way?"
Rowena's nose could have pointed more skyward only if she'd been lying on her
back. "As the spear is no longer your possession, nor is this Fae Prince. He has seen the
light you fail to see. He aids all sidhe-seers now, not just one."
Oh, really? We'd see about that. Both the spear and the prince. "I was talking to
V'lane, old woman, not you."
"He doesn't answer to you."
"Really?" I laughed. "You think he answers to you?" Only a fool would think a Fae
Prince answered to anyone. Especially when one needed one.
"Are you fighting over me, MacKayla? I find this ... attractive." V'lane tossed his
golden head. "I have seen this in humans before. It is called jealousy."
"If that's what you think, you have a problem interpreting subtle human emotions.
It's not called jealousy. It's called `you're pissing me off.'"
"Possessiveness."
"My ass."
"Is far more shapely than last I saw it."
"She's been working out." Dani snickered.
"You have no business looking at it," I said.
"But Barrons does?" The temperature in the room dropped sharply.
My breath frosted the air. "We are not talking about Barrons." We were never going
to talk about Barrons.
"I'd like to talk about Barrons," said Dani.
"You chose," V'lane said coldly.
"I chose nothing. I was out of my mind. Is that what this is about, V'lane? Barrons?
You sound jealous. Possessive."
"He does," Dani agreed.
"Haud your whist!" Rowena snapped. "The lot of you! For the love of Mary, can you
not see the world is falling apart around you, yet you stand here, bickering like
children? You"--she stabbed a finger at me--"a sidhe-seer, and you"--she actually
poked V'lane in the arm, and he looked startled that she'd done it--"a Fae Prince!" She
glowered at Dani. "And don't even get me started on you. You think I don't know what
you've been doing to bruise yourself so badly? I'm Grand Mistress, not grand fool.
Enough, all of you!"
"Haud your whist yourself, old woman," I told her flatly. "I'll bicker while the world
falls apart if I feel like it. I've done more good and less damage than you. Who had the
Sinsar Dubh to begin with--and lost it?"
"Don't be pushing your nose into doings you can't begin to understand, girl!"
"Then help me understand them. I'm all ears. Where--no, how--were you keeping
the Book?" That was what I wanted to know most. The secret to touching it, to
containing the Sinsar Dubh, was the key to harnessing its power. "What happened?
How did you lose it?"
"You answer to me, sidhe-seer," she spat, "not the other way around."
"In whose warped fantasy?"
"While at my abbey. Now might be the time to take a careful look around you." It
was a threat.
I didn't need to. I'd heard the other sidhe-seers crowding close while we were
arguing. The hall was large, and from the hushed murmurs, I guessed several hundred
were behind me. "What have you done since the walls came down, Rowena?" I
demanded. "Have you found the Book yet? Have you accomplished anything that might
restore order to our world? Or are you still lording your power over a band of women
who would do better with a little power of their own? You squeeze the heart out of who
and what they are with your rules and regulations. You tie them down when you should
be helping them learn to fly."
"And getting them killed?"
"In any war there are losses. It's their choice. It's their birthright. We fight. And
sometimes we pay terrible prices. Believe me, I know. But as long as we breathe, we get
back up and fight again."
"You brought us the Orb spiked with Shades!"
"You don't believe that," I scoffed. "If you did, you'd have killed me when I was Pri-
ya, unable to defend myself. I'll bet the very fact that I got turned Pri-ya is
Why didn't you just sift me here to begin with, if you were coming this way?"
Rowena's nose could have pointed more skyward only if she'd been lying on her
back. "As the spear is no longer your possession, nor is this Fae Prince. He has seen the
light you fail to see. He aids all sidhe-seers now, not just one."
Oh, really? We'd see about that. Both the spear and the prince. "I was talking to
V'lane, old woman, not you."
"He doesn't answer to you."
"Really?" I laughed. "You think he answers to you?" Only a fool would think a Fae
Prince answered to anyone. Especially when one needed one.
"Are you fighting over me, MacKayla? I find this ... attractive." V'lane tossed his
golden head. "I have seen this in humans before. It is called jealousy."
"If that's what you think, you have a problem interpreting subtle human emotions.
It's not called jealousy. It's called `you're pissing me off.'"
"Possessiveness."
"My ass."
"Is far more shapely than last I saw it."
"She's been working out." Dani snickered.
"You have no business looking at it," I said.
"But Barrons does?" The temperature in the room dropped sharply.
My breath frosted the air. "We are not talking about Barrons." We were never going
to talk about Barrons.
"I'd like to talk about Barrons," said Dani.
"You chose," V'lane said coldly.
"I chose nothing. I was out of my mind. Is that what this is about, V'lane? Barrons?
You sound jealous. Possessive."
"He does," Dani agreed.
"Haud your whist!" Rowena snapped. "The lot of you! For the love of Mary, can you
not see the world is falling apart around you, yet you stand here, bickering like
children? You"--she stabbed a finger at me--"a sidhe-seer, and you"--she actually
poked V'lane in the arm, and he looked startled that she'd done it--"a Fae Prince!" She
glowered at Dani. "And don't even get me started on you. You think I don't know what
you've been doing to bruise yourself so badly? I'm Grand Mistress, not grand fool.
Enough, all of you!"
"Haud your whist yourself, old woman," I told her flatly. "I'll bicker while the world
falls apart if I feel like it. I've done more good and less damage than you. Who had the
Sinsar Dubh to begin with--and lost it?"
"Don't be pushing your nose into doings you can't begin to understand, girl!"
"Then help me understand them. I'm all ears. Where--no, how--were you keeping
the Book?" That was what I wanted to know most. The secret to touching it, to
containing the Sinsar Dubh, was the key to harnessing its power. "What happened?
How did you lose it?"
"You answer to me, sidhe-seer," she spat, "not the other way around."
"In whose warped fantasy?"
"While at my abbey. Now might be the time to take a careful look around you." It
was a threat.
I didn't need to. I'd heard the other sidhe-seers crowding close while we were
arguing. The hall was large, and from the hushed murmurs, I guessed several hundred
were behind me. "What have you done since the walls came down, Rowena?" I
demanded. "Have you found the Book yet? Have you accomplished anything that might
restore order to our world? Or are you still lording your power over a band of women
who would do better with a little power of their own? You squeeze the heart out of who
and what they are with your rules and regulations. You tie them down when you should
be helping them learn to fly."
"And getting them killed?"
"In any war there are losses. It's their choice. It's their birthright. We fight. And
sometimes we pay terrible prices. Believe me, I know. But as long as we breathe, we get
back up and fight again."
"You brought us the Orb spiked with Shades!"
"You don't believe that," I scoffed. "If you did, you'd have killed me when I was Pri-
ya, unable to defend myself. I'll bet the very fact that I got turned Pri-ya is
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