understand. All I ask is that you not tell anyone what you’ve learned.”
“Girl, please!” He draped an arm around her. “I’m not going anywhere. I know the Sidhe . Or rather, I know of them. I know some witches that do Sidhe or Fae magic, so no big shock there.”
“Really?” Rylan said.
“I tell no lie.”
“Do you think you could help her? Maybe some protection spells or something?” Rylan asked.
“Let me tap into my network and see what I can find out. Quietly, of course. I’ll do what I can,” he said.
Celeste hugged him extra tight. “Thanks. You so rock.”
“Of course, this is way too interesting.” He swirled his finger in Rylan’s direction. “So, what exactly, are you? Your eyes glint all weird. You’re not human, are you?”
“You can see that?” Rylan said.
“Hmm mmm. I’m not blind, you know,” Tink said. “Her eyes do it too.” Tink pointed at Celeste.
“Jesus Christ, why didn’t you tell me?” she said.
He shrugged his bony shoulders. “It just started doing that and I didn’t want to freak you out anymore than you already were. I think it’s enough that you’re basically descended from a Celtic goddess.”
“What are you talking about?” She turned to Rylan. “Why didn’t you tell me about the eye thing?”
Rylan made a downward motion with his hand to remind her to keep her voice down. “There’s a lot to tell you. I can’t cover everything on one night. A glint or a flash usually means a supernatural of some sort. Humans,”—he glanced at Tink—“well, most humans anyways, cannot or do not see it.”
Tink pointed at himself. “I am a stellar human.”
Rylan surprised Celeste by busting into quiet laughter, using his hand to cover his face.
Celeste rolled her eyes. “Focus, boys. What about the goddess thing?”
Rylan stopped laughing. “Yeah, sorry. Tuatha de Dannan and the Sidhe are supposedly descended from the goddess Dana,” he said. “Seriously, Tink. How do you know all this stuff?”
“Wicca is based on Celtic pagan religions. Duh! I know all of the associated folklore. But you didn’t answer my question. What are you?”
After a long pause, he finally answered. “Part Sidhe .”
“Cool,” Tink said. “I’ve never met a Sidhe before, or a freakin’ Tuatha de Dannan for that matter, either.” He grabbed Celeste’s hands, opened her fingers, and held her hands up, palms facing the ceiling. “Lemme see the fire.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes, pictured the small violet flames, and when she opened them, they rolled around in her palm.
“Oh, that is so freakin’ awesome.” Tink ran his finger across her palms, through the flickering flame. “I can’t feel anything.” He dropped her hand. “Do you have any shirts with long sleeves that you can pull over your hands? You know, like all the emos do with their hoodies?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said.
“So you can see the fire?” Rylan interrupted. “What else can he see?”
Celeste walked heel to toe around her room, making a small circle around Rylan. As she moved, the flames shot down her legs and into the soft carpet of her room, making a glowing circle. When she was done, she let the light wrap around her arms and neck and glow in her scalp.
“Oh, pretty.” Tink’s eyes roved from her feet to the top of her head. “Thank goodness violet looks good on you.”
“What, exactly do you see, Tink?” Rylan said.
“I see the purple light all over her.”
“That’s it?” he asked.
“Yes.” Tink frowned. “What am I missing?”
Rylan traced the path of the circle around him with his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“A circle of light on the ground, in the path where I walked around him,” Celeste answered him.
“And a sphere too. See?” Rylan stared above his head.
When she squinted, she saw an occasional glint of soft purple light. He was right. A sphere extended from the circle on the floor, creating an almost invisible bubble around
“Girl, please!” He draped an arm around her. “I’m not going anywhere. I know the Sidhe . Or rather, I know of them. I know some witches that do Sidhe or Fae magic, so no big shock there.”
“Really?” Rylan said.
“I tell no lie.”
“Do you think you could help her? Maybe some protection spells or something?” Rylan asked.
“Let me tap into my network and see what I can find out. Quietly, of course. I’ll do what I can,” he said.
Celeste hugged him extra tight. “Thanks. You so rock.”
“Of course, this is way too interesting.” He swirled his finger in Rylan’s direction. “So, what exactly, are you? Your eyes glint all weird. You’re not human, are you?”
“You can see that?” Rylan said.
“Hmm mmm. I’m not blind, you know,” Tink said. “Her eyes do it too.” Tink pointed at Celeste.
“Jesus Christ, why didn’t you tell me?” she said.
He shrugged his bony shoulders. “It just started doing that and I didn’t want to freak you out anymore than you already were. I think it’s enough that you’re basically descended from a Celtic goddess.”
“What are you talking about?” She turned to Rylan. “Why didn’t you tell me about the eye thing?”
Rylan made a downward motion with his hand to remind her to keep her voice down. “There’s a lot to tell you. I can’t cover everything on one night. A glint or a flash usually means a supernatural of some sort. Humans,”—he glanced at Tink—“well, most humans anyways, cannot or do not see it.”
Tink pointed at himself. “I am a stellar human.”
Rylan surprised Celeste by busting into quiet laughter, using his hand to cover his face.
Celeste rolled her eyes. “Focus, boys. What about the goddess thing?”
Rylan stopped laughing. “Yeah, sorry. Tuatha de Dannan and the Sidhe are supposedly descended from the goddess Dana,” he said. “Seriously, Tink. How do you know all this stuff?”
“Wicca is based on Celtic pagan religions. Duh! I know all of the associated folklore. But you didn’t answer my question. What are you?”
After a long pause, he finally answered. “Part Sidhe .”
“Cool,” Tink said. “I’ve never met a Sidhe before, or a freakin’ Tuatha de Dannan for that matter, either.” He grabbed Celeste’s hands, opened her fingers, and held her hands up, palms facing the ceiling. “Lemme see the fire.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes, pictured the small violet flames, and when she opened them, they rolled around in her palm.
“Oh, that is so freakin’ awesome.” Tink ran his finger across her palms, through the flickering flame. “I can’t feel anything.” He dropped her hand. “Do you have any shirts with long sleeves that you can pull over your hands? You know, like all the emos do with their hoodies?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said.
“So you can see the fire?” Rylan interrupted. “What else can he see?”
Celeste walked heel to toe around her room, making a small circle around Rylan. As she moved, the flames shot down her legs and into the soft carpet of her room, making a glowing circle. When she was done, she let the light wrap around her arms and neck and glow in her scalp.
“Oh, pretty.” Tink’s eyes roved from her feet to the top of her head. “Thank goodness violet looks good on you.”
“What, exactly do you see, Tink?” Rylan said.
“I see the purple light all over her.”
“That’s it?” he asked.
“Yes.” Tink frowned. “What am I missing?”
Rylan traced the path of the circle around him with his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“A circle of light on the ground, in the path where I walked around him,” Celeste answered him.
“And a sphere too. See?” Rylan stared above his head.
When she squinted, she saw an occasional glint of soft purple light. He was right. A sphere extended from the circle on the floor, creating an almost invisible bubble around
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