“Your father and mother violated the rules of combat first, so they no longer applied to me,” I said.
Bendith hesitated, lowering his arrow a fraction.
“Do not heed the words of a child of the Deceiver,” Titania said. She was crafty, much craftier than I had thought. She knew exactly how to twist her son in knots so that she would get her way. “Kill her and take revenge for our family.”
“Oh, I’ve had enough of this,” I said, stepping around Puck and blasting Bendith in the face with my power.
It was just a little knockdown magic, not enough to harm him permanently, but Titania started yelling like I’d torn his arms off.
I grabbed Nathaniel by the hand, made sure Beezle was secure, and squeezed the jewel that Puck had given me.
“There’s no place like home,” I whispered.
And a second later, we were there, appearing in the dining room.
We shocked the hell out of Jude and Samiel, who were playing checkers at the dining room table. Samiel’s eyes widened when we appeared. Jude knocked over his chair in his haste to stand up and face us, obviously thinking we might be some kind of threat.
I dropped Nathaniel’s hand and rubbed my forehead. “Well, that did not go as I’d intended at all.”
Jude looked at me critically. “You’re covered in blood. Is any of it yours?”
“Some, but I’m okay,” I said. “I want a shower. And food.”
“And then you’ll tell us what happened,” Jude said.
“Beezle can fill you in,” I said, dropping my sword on the side table as I walked down the hall to the bathroom.
“Information comes with a price,” I heard Beezle say. “How many doughnuts will you give me if I tell you what happened?”
Jude growled in response and I laughed out loud as I shut the door. When I saw myself in the mirror I sobered.
I was covered in blood, and my cute new haircut stuck up all over the place. The gash in the shoulder of my T-shirt was huge, an indication of just how bad that cut had been before Nathaniel had healed it. The four claw marks the Hob had given me had hardened into white scars that ran from my eye to my chin on my left cheek. My eyes were hard. I looked like someone who possessed no mercy. And I was a little afraid that was what I was becoming.
There would be consequences for my actions in the faerie court. I knew it. Titania wouldn’t leave me alone now that I had diminished Oberon. No matter what the outcome of that fight, they had no intention of letting me live. I knew that now. Faeries loved loopholes, and you could bet that Titania was finding one in our pact at that very moment.
She would never stop hunting me.
How had this escalated so quickly? I’d started out just wanting to get through a simple diplomatic mission to Amarantha’s court, and now I was in a blood feud with the high queen of Faerie. When I looked back on the choices I’d made I didn’t see any other way for me to have survived. At every turn Amarantha, then Titania and Oberon, had pushed me, provoked me and tried to squash me beneath their heels.
“What should I have done?” I asked the girl in the mirror. “What could I have done differently?”
I didn’t have an answer, so I pulled off my bloody clothes and climbed in the shower. They had tried to kill me, over and over. Over and over I had defended myself, and I had tried to negotiate for a cessation of hostilities.
None of them had been interested in peace.
I’d had to kill Amarantha. I’d diminished Oberon.
Sooner or later I’d have to take care of Titania, too. And then her son would come after me, or someone else.
It would never end, not unless every last faerie was wiped from the earth.
I wondered if that was what Lucifer had in mind all along. To use me as his sword and shield, knowing that I would protect my child.
For when I thought about my baby I knew that I could and would slaughter every last denizen of Faerie if that was what it took to keep him safe.
It was frightening to think of myself that way, as a weapon without mercy. But it was also true. I knew that under the right circumstances that was what I could become.
But I didn’t want it to come to that. I didn’t want to spend my life always looking over my shoulder. And I especially was not interested in doing anything that might serve Lucifer’s purpose.
I sighed. There was nothing I could do at the moment except wait and see what happened. And call J.B., who was not going to be happy with me at all.
I dressed in clean jeans and a sweater and put on a pair of heavy wool socks. The house felt really cold. It was possible that I’d forgotten to pay the heating bill. More than a few important things had slipped my mind lately.
I stopped short as I entered the dining room. “Crap. What day is it?”
“You were gone for about fifteen hours,” Jude said.
“So it’s tomorrow, then?” I said.
“Whatever that means,” Beezle said.
“It was late afternoon when we left, so it’s the next day,” I said, running back to my room and grabbing my soul collection list.
I scanned the list quickly, then closed my eyes.
I’d missed a pickup.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d missed a soul pickup.
That had never, ever happened to me before. I’d managed to lose Jayne Wiskowski yesterday and today I hadn’t even made it to the pickup location.
J.B. was really not going to be happy with me at all. Maybe I could call him at some later date and explain. Like three months from now. Unfortunately, I didn’t think he would let me dodge him for that long.
My shoulders slumped, I went back to the living room. The front door was open. Jude and Nathaniel were nowhere to be seen.
I looked questioningly at Beezle and Samiel. Beezle had taken over Jude’s half of the checkerboard and was beating Samiel handily.
Beezle negotiated for pizza and wings in exchange for information, Samiel signed as Jude reentered the apartment carrying a delivery bag.
“You didn’t have to let him get his way,” I said to Jude. “I would have told you what happened today for free.”
“You need to eat,” Jude said. “You’re looking thin.”
“You’re the third person to say that,” I said.
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that,” Beezle said, pushing away from the checkerboard and looking at me. “I think it’s the baby.”
“The baby is making me thin?” I asked. “That would no doubt be a first among pregnancies.”
“You’ve been really tired, right?” Beezle asked.
I nodded. “But I don’t think that’s so unusual for a woman having a baby while fighting off mortal threats at every turn.”
“You have lost some weight, though. I think the baby is eating up more energy than a normal baby.”
I blinked. “So I should be worried that my child is going to… what? Eat me from the inside out? Like a parasite?”
“The baby is part nephilim,” Beezle said. “We don’t know what it will do to you.”
“He’s not a monster,” I said angrily. “He’s Gabriel’s child, and Gabriel was not a monster.”
“But he had monster in him,” Beezle said.
So do I, Samiel signed, his face stony. Ramuell was my father, too.
“You’re a known quantity,” Beezle said impatiently. “The baby isn’t.”
