Sirensong

still subject to his will. I’d been off-limits to the Erlking on this journey because of Titania’s guarantee of safe passage. I suspected that guarantee had been revoked and the Seelie Queen had just sicced the Wild Hunt on me.

I didn’t exactly have rope stuffed in my backpack, and my frantic searching didn’t find anything even vaguely ropelike. I flinched when I heard the sound of fist hitting flesh again.

“Hurry up!” Keane barked.

Kimber yanked a T-shirt I was pulling out of the backpack from my hands, and I turned to see her easily tear a shred off of it. Well, that solved that problem.

Still shaking and almost sick to my stomach, I watched as Kimber and Keane ripped apart my shirt, then bound Ethan hand and foot. Ethan’s face was badly bruised, and bloody from a split lip. I couldn’t help suspecting Keane had beat on him more than necessary to subdue him, but I bit my lip to keep myself from saying so. Starting another fight was not going to improve the situation.

When Ethan was thoroughly trussed, Kimber turned to me while Keane hovered over her brother with a watchful eye.

“What happened?” she asked, but from the look on her face I thought she’d already guessed.

“I was dreaming about the Erlking,” I said, “and when I woke up, Ethan was trying to drag me away into the woods.”

Keane cursed, and Kimber looked like she was on the verge of tears. I don’t even want to know what I looked like. The pain in my heart was almost too much to bear, even though I knew Ethan hadn’t been responsible for what he’d done. Gingerly, I rubbed the spot on my arm where I’d taken the punch. It throbbed steadily, and I was going to have a humongous bruise in the morning.

Ethan moaned softly, and we all went on red alert. Keane knelt beside him, ready to grab him if he went berserk despite being tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Kimber hugged herself and looked worried while I knelt at Ethan’s other side.

“Ethan?” I said. “Ethan, can you hear me?”

He dragged in a shaky-sounding breath, and his eyes fluttered open. He hissed and quickly closed his eyes again, his skin going a sickly shade of green.

“You puke on me and we’ll be going another round,” Keane growled, all heart as usual.

Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his eyes still firmly closed, his voice tight with pain.

“Are you all right?” I asked, then wanted to slap myself for the question. No, he wasn’t all right. In more ways than one.

He shrugged as best he could with his hands tied. “Been better.” He cracked his eyes open again. His wince said it hurt.

“Are you you again?” Keane asked.

Ethan sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah. For the moment, at least. Whatever you do, don’t untie me.”

“Wasn’t planning to,” Keane said.

Ethan looked up at me, his expression stricken. “I’m so sorry, Dana. He ordered me to bring you to him, and I couldn’t disobey him. I tried to be noisy about it so Keane and Kimber would stop me, but that was the best I could do.”

“I know,” I assured him, laying my hand on his shoulder. I wished I could think of something to say that would make him feel better, but he’d been bitter about the hold the Erlking had on him before this.

“You’re still connected to the Erlking,” Keane said. “That means he can find you through the bond, right?”

I heard Kimber’s gasp of dismay, but I already knew just how much deep shit we were in. It wasn’t just Ethan that the Erlking could track anywhere in Faerie.

“You’re going to have to leave me behind,” Ethan said.

“No!” Kimber said. “Absolutely not!” She looked back and forth between Keane and me, waiting for our chorus of agreement, but we didn’t join in. For entirely different reasons, I suspect. I couldn’t help thinking that Keane would get some amount of satisfaction from abandoning Ethan, but maybe I wasn’t giving him enough credit.

“We have bigger problems than just Ethan if Titania’s set the Wild Hunt on me,” I said. “I bear the Erlking’s mark, too.”

Kimber gasped in surprise. Keane, of course, already knew about the mark, so it made sense that he didn’t look shocked. I expected more of a reaction from Ethan, but there was no sign he was surprised by my announcement.

“You knew!” I said to him with a hint of accusation in my voice.

“He told me,” Ethan responded, and I didn’t need to ask who “he” was.

“Seems like you have some explaining to do,” Keane prompted me. “What were you saying about the Erlking’s mark?”

I said a silent thank-you to Keane for not telling anyone he’d already known about the mark. I doubt either Kimber or Ethan would have taken it well if they’d found out.

Wishing I’d found the courage to fess up earlier, I gave Kimber the same abbreviated version of the story I’d given Keane.

Chapter Sixteen

Keane was still all for leaving Ethan behind, though I think he was saying that just to be irritating. Much as he disliked Ethan, he wasn’t truly spiteful at heart. We would have to keep Ethan tied up and under close watch, otherwise he might try to drag me off into the night again, but there was no way we were going to abandon him. Even if he did side with Keane for the first time in known history.

“The Erlking’s orders were vague enough that I could at least try to work around them this time,” Ethan argued. “But he’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to make me do what he wants.”

“You won’t be able to do much of anything all tied up like you are,” Kimber said, and Ethan gave her a condescending look.

“If he forces me to use magic, it won’t matter that I’m tied up.”

“So we’ll gag you, too,” she said, never one to give up easily. “You’re good, but even you can’t work magic without words or gestures.” She sounded really certain of herself, but she ruined the effect by tacking on “Right?” at the end.

I had already made up my mind that we weren’t leaving Ethan behind, so I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to the argument. I’d already been forced to leave my dad and Finn, and I was damned if I was going to do something like that again. Besides, as long as I had what amounted to a homing beacon set into my flesh, leaving Ethan behind wouldn’t do any good. The Erlking was a supernatural hunter, and he was no doubt even now hot on our trail. He had horses and was familiar with the terrain, and we were on foot and the next best thing to lost. Not to mention we had no food or water. He could be on us in a matter of hours.

“We need to destroy the mark,” I blurted, interrupting yet another argument I hadn’t been listening to.

My friends all turned to me with varying expressions of confusion and wariness.

“What do you mean, destroy the mark?” Kimber asked, staring at me intently.

“As long as I have this mark on my shoulder, the Erlking can find me. Let’s not kid ourselves: we’re not going to be able to outrun him or hide from him. So the only way we can stop him from catching me is to destroy the mark.”

“Destroy how?” Keane asked grimly.

My palms were sweaty, but I shivered as I tried not to think too much about what I was proposing. The Erlking’s mark was like a tattoo, and I was hoping that like a tattoo, it was only skin-deep. Trying not to look as scared as I felt, I turned to look at the remains of our fire, which had burned down to embers over the course of the night.