At that moment there was a quiet knock on the front door. I jumped and spun around in the swivel chair. I hadn’t heard a vehicle, or footsteps.
Normal y, that would mean a vampire had come cal ing; but when I cast out my extra sense, the brain it encountered was not the blank of a vampire’s, but something else entirely.
There was another discreet knock. I edged to the window and looked out. Then I unlocked the door and flung it open.
“Great-grandfather,” I said, and leaped up and into his embrace. “I thought I’d never see you again! How are you? Come in!”
Nial smel ed wonderful—fairies do. To some extra-sensitive vampire noses, I have a faint trace of the same odor, though I can’t detect it myself.
My ex-boyfriend Bil had told me once that to him the fae smel ed like his memory of the taste of apples.
Enveloped in my great-grandfather’s overwhelming presence, I experienced the rush of affection and amazement I always did when I was with him. Tal and regal, clad in an immaculate black suit, white shirt, and black tie, Nial was both beautiful and ancient.
He was also a dab unreliable when it came to facts. Tradition says fairies can’t lie, and the fairies themselves wil tel you so—but they sure skirt the truth when it suits them. Sometimes I thought that Nial had lived for so long that his memory simply skipped a beat or two. It was a struggle to remember this when I was with him, but I forced myself to keep it in my mind.
“I’m wel , as you see.” He gestured at his magnificence, though to do him credit I believe he simply intended to draw my attention to his unwounded state. “And you are beautiful, as always.”
Fairies are also somewhat flowery in their speech—unless they’ve been living among humans for a long time, like Claude.
“I thought you were sealed off.”
“I widened the portal in your woods,” he said, as if the action had been a casual whim of his. After the big deal he’d made about sealing the fae in for the protection of humanity, severing al his business ties with the human world, and so on, he’d enlarged an opening and come through …
because he wanted to check on my wel -being? Even the fondest great-granddaughter could smel a rat.
“I knew that portal was there,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
He cocked his head. His white-blond hair moved like a satin curtain. “Was it you who put the body in?”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of anywhere else to put it.” Corpse disposal was not one of my talents.
“It was consumed entirely, if that was your purpose. Please abstain in the future. We don’t want there to be crowding around the portal,” he said in gentle admonishment, rather as though I’d been feeding pets from the dinner table.
“Sorry,” I said. “So—why are you here?” I heard the bluntness of my words and felt myself turning red. “I mean, to what do I owe the honor of your visit? Can I get you a drink or something to eat?”
“No thank you, dearest. Where have you been this evening? You smel of the fae and humans and many other things.”
I took a deep breath and tried to explain Ladies Only night at Hooligans. With every sentence, I felt more of a fool. You should have seen Nial ’s face when I told him that one night a week, human women paid to watch men take their clothes off. He sure didn’t get it.
“Do men do this also?” he asked. “Go in groups to special buildings, pay to watch women undress?”
I said, “Yes, men
“And Claude makes money this way,” Nial said wonderingly. “Why don’t the men just ask the women to take their clothes off, if they want to see their bodies?”
I took another deep breath but let it out without attempting further explanation. Some topics were just too complicated to tackle, especial y with a fairy who’d never lived in our world. Nial was a tourist, not a resident. “Can we bypass this whole discussion until another time, or maybe until never? Surely there’s something more important you want to talk about?” I said.
“Of course. May I sit?”
“Be my guest.” We sat on the couch, angled forward so we were looking into each other’s faces. There’s nothing like having a fairy examine you to make you acutely aware of your every flaw.
“You’ve recovered wel ,” he said, to my surprise.
“I have,” I said, trying not to glance down, as if my scarred thigh would show through my clothing. “It took a while.” Nial meant I looked good for someone who’d been tortured. Two notorious fairies who’d had their teeth sharpened like the elves’ had left me with some permanent physical damage. Nial and Bil had arrived in time to save my body parts and my sanity, if not al of my actual flesh. “Thanks for coming in time,” I said, forcing a smile on my face. “I’l never forget how glad I was to see you-al .”
Nial waved away my gratitude. “You are my blood,” he said. That was reason enough for him. I thought about my great-uncle Dermot, Nial ’s half-human son, who believed Nial had cast a crazy spel on him. Kind of contradictory, huh? I almost pointed that out to Great-Grandfather, but I did want to keep the peace since I hadn’t seen him in so long.
“When I came through the portal tonight, I smel ed blood in the ground around your house,” he said abruptly. “Human blood, fae blood. Now I can tel there is fae blood upstairs in your attic, recently spil ed. And fairies are living here now. Who?” Nial ’s smooth hands took mine, and I felt a flush of wel -being.
“Claude and Dermot have been living here, kind of off and on,” I said. “When Eric stays over, they spend the night in Claude’s house in Monroe.”
Nial looked very, very thoughtful. “What reason did Claude give you for wanting to be in your house? Why did
