up all over the place, they haven’t actually done much. They didn’t do a goddamn thing when I was being attacked.”
“Maybe they didn’t want to get involved because Dracula is a Tale,” Seth offered. “You said the FMA and the Agency have an agreement to stay out of each other’s sandbox, right?”
Nicky was frowning, his expression darker than I’d ever seen it. I wasn’t sure if he was more upset about the pictures Al had showed me or the fact that I’d quit my job over him. Both had brought out a flash of rage in his eyes that made me a little nervous. I was still getting to know him, still trying to understand him completely in spite of everything I’d already seen of his soul. There were still places that had been out of my reach, dark corners that my sight hadn’t penetrated. And he was careful to keep those hidden.
“I don’t think that agreement means shit to the Agency,” I said. “They obviously didn’t care what lines they were crossing when they showed up at Halloran’s and took out Sophia.”
Lavender glanced between Nicky and me, her concern written all over her face. “Okay, so how can we help?”
“You can’t,” Nicky snapped before I had a chance to respond. “I don’t want to involve anyone else in this.”
“Well, I think it’s a little late for that,” Lavender shot back. “We care about Trish.”
“You think I don’t?” he spat.
Lavender met his gaze evenly. “I’ve known you for a long time, Nicky Blue. And I know a lot about you, more than you probably realize. If I thought for a second that you were just dicking around with Trish and felt nothing for her, I’d have already turned you into a toad and sent you hopping. So stow all this brooding bullshit and tell me what we can do to help you out. Otherwise, you can get used to dealing with warts.”
Nicky’s eyes narrowed at her as if he was trying to figure out whether she would carry out her threat, but then his face suddenly broke into a smile. “Glad to see you’re back to your old self, Lav.”
She winked at him. “Back atcha. So, what do you need?”
“Gideon still hasn’t gotten back to us about the audience with your father,” I reminded her. “Could you get us in to see him?”
Lavender’s smile faded to a grimace. “I can, but you’ll have to see my mother, too, I imagine.”
I heard Seth groan, but gave Lavender a terse nod. “We’ll just have to grin and bear it.”
Nicky glanced at all of us with a confused frown. “Come on—it’s Lav’s mom,” he said. “How bad can she be?”
Chapter Fifteen
“Are you sure about this?” Lavender asked sotto voce, taking my arm as we walked up the marble steps to her parents’ manor.
I nodded. “If dealing with your mom again means we’ll get a few answers, then I’ll suck it up.”
“That’s not what I mean,” she said, glancing over her shoulder where Seth and Nicky were hanging back while Seth filled Nicky in on what to expect from the Seelies. “I’m talking about Nicky.”
I frowned at her. “He’s not what a lot of people think.”
“I know that,” she replied. “He’s a great guy at heart. But he’s been through some serious shit, Trish. I don’t want you to be his rebound. I know how much you—” She paused for a moment, considering her words. “I saw his handkerchief last fall when you were asking me about how it felt being with one of Red’s exes, remember? I knew then that you were in love with him.”
I felt my cheeks going warm. I knew exactly which conversation she was talking about. “It’s not what you think,” I mumbled.
“For your sake, I hope not,” she said on a sigh. “Just be careful, sweetie. I don’t want you to get your heart broken.”
Before I could respond, the twelve-foot-high doors to the house swung open and a brightly dressed man bowed deeply to Lavender. “Greetings and welcome, Your Highness. Your father awaits you and your guests.”
“Thank you, Felix,” she said with a smile. Then she turned and motioned to Seth to get his ass up the stairs. Her fiance sighed and exchanged a glance with Nicky. They both looked like they were heading to the gallows as they trudged up the stairs.
The opulence of Seelie Manor was truly breathtaking. The marble floors were so polished we could see our reflection in the stone. The crystal chandeliers were delicate and looked more like dew-laden spiderwebs than light fixtures. And the magnificent sculptures that lined the domed foyer were so lifelike, I half expected them to rush forward to greet their beloved princess.
We waited for just a few moments before a towering man with dark hair and a sparkling blue gaze swept into the room and spread his arms wide. “Hello, petal!” he said, his booming voice echoing off the marble. “I am delighted that you could visit us after all!”
“Hi, Dad,” Lavender said, hugging him tightly.
The man then turned his smile to his future son-in-law. “Seth, m’boy—good to see you. Treating my daughter well, I see. She’s absolutely glowing!”
I hadn’t noticed it before, but Lavender had taken on a slight purple glow just under her skin and her eyes were brighter than I’d ever seen them.
“Absolutely, sir,” Seth replied, shaking the king’s hand. “You’ve no worries there.”
“Of course, of course!” He clapped Seth on the back, then turned to Nicky and me. “And who have we here?”
“Dad, you remember Trish Muffet,” Lavender said. “She is to be one of my bridesmaids this spring.”
“Oh yes, yes. Of course. My apologies.” He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve been trying to stay out of all that business. Mab can be very particular, you know.”
“So I’ve heard,” I said with a tight smile.
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you have. I’m sure you have.”
“And, Daddy, this is Nicky Blue,” Lavender told him.
The king’s response to Nicky wasn’t nearly as warm. He looked down his nose at him, sizing him up. “Mr. Blue,” he said, shaking his hand. “I understand you wished to have an audience with me.”
Nicky gave him a terse nod. “Yes, sir, I did. I still do.”
The king regarded him for a moment. “Gideon tells me he owes you a debt of gratitude for assisting him the other night.”
“He hardly needed my help, sir,” Nicky demurred.
The king laughed in a short burst. “I daresay he didn’t. Gideon is a force of nature. But you offered your assistance nonetheless. And for that I am grateful. You have done me a favor, have shown your friendship, and now I will show you mine. I will see you.”
“Thank you,” Nicky said, inclining his head. “I appreciate your generosity.”
The king swept his arm toward the arch that led from the foyer. “Well then, shall we?”
We followed the king into a dining room that held a twenty-foot-long table already laid out for a feast.
“You didn’t have to do all this for us, Dad,” Lavender said, her eyes wide.
The king gave her a somewhat put-upon look. “The girls are visiting.”
I glanced at Lavender. “The girls?”
She rolled her eyes, but before she’d even had a chance to explain, we heard a chorus of giggles and a dozen or so young women came hurrying into the dining room, twittering and chattering like a flock of birds.
“These are my sisters,” Lavender announced on a sigh, as they bounded into their seats at the table and offered up sunshiny waves before pointing at Seth and Nicky and giggling behind their hands.
“I thought Poppy was your only sister,” I said as the king swept an arm and motioned for us to join them at the table.
Nicky and Seth pulled out chairs for us and waited for Lav and me to sit before taking the seat on either side of us. Two of the girls from the other side of the table immediately hopped up and came around to nestle in close to the guys, their cheeks flushed and eyes glowing with amorous intent.
