Лорел Гамильтон - Seduced by Moonlight

I saw my Doyle and the others who were mine standing around us, facing inward, hands spread, touching one to the other so they formed a circle around us. I could see the power in that circle that they had thrown up so desperately to contain what had happened. The guards who had come with Barinthus were staring in at us, and the police were screaming, «Get her out of here!» Seconds had passed, no more.

Barinthus got to his knees and reached for the hand that did not hold the ring, to help me sit up.

That seemed to be signal enough, because they all lowered their hands in unison. The circle went down, and water surged outward, a miniature flood that soaked the dais, and the chairs nearest us, and all the policemen. Frost's pale grey slacks were soaked to charcoal; Rhys's white silk trench coat, ruined. Only two people stood in the center of that spray of water and stayed dry—Barinthus and me.

Major Walters came up brushing water out of his eyes. «What the fuck was that?»

Doyle started to say something, but Walters waved it away. «Fuck it, get her out of here before something else goes wrong.» When they all looked at each other instead of moving, Walters leaned into Doyle and said in a voice that would have done any drill sergeant proud, «Move!»

We moved.

I stumbled on the way out, and it was Galen who lifted me in his arms and crawled into the middle limo on his knees. There'd be a picture the next day of me with blood on my face, looking very frail in Galen's arms. Which meant that some bravely stupid reporter, instead of taking cover when the guns and magic came out, had trailed us to take more pictures. I guess you don't win Pulitzers by playing it safe.

I was actually in the limo, still in Galen's lap with the other guards piling in, when I realized it wasn't my aunt's personal car. It was just an ordinary stretch limo. Which meant it was actually bigger inside than the Black Coach, but not half so scary.

The door shut, someone slapped the roof twice, and we were moving. Doyle walked over everyone's feet and made Galen scoot down so he could sit on the other side of us, against the far door. No one argued with him. Rhys and Kitto were on the half seat across from us. Barinthus was on the swiveling seat that faced us. The seat left a sort of short hallway for others to reach more seats even deeper into the limo. When they said stretch, they meant it.

Sage and Nicca were there in the next open space, on the last two swivel seats so they could sit sort of sideways with their wings. Usna was curled on the far side, with his legs tucked under him, trying to squeeze water from his calico hair. He looked disgusted with the whole arrangement. Maybe he just didn't like being wet.

I realized dimly that Galen's pants were wet and it was soaking into my panties. I pushed off his lap, and I could almost stand normally, one of the pluses of being short. «You're getting me wet.»

«Everyone is wet except for you and Barinthus,» Usna said from the front.

Galen caught my arm, touching my face and the blood that had already gotten tacky to the touch. «Is any of this yours?»

«No.»

Barinthus was looking at him. «I saw blood on Frost's jacket, even after the water. If it doesn't wash off after that much water, then it is fresh.»

«I noticed it, too.» Doyle leaned around Galen, water glistening on his face in the overhead lights. «How badly are you hurt?»

Frost shook his head. «Not badly.»

I touched the dark stain on his left shoulder. «Take off your jacket.»

He pushed my hand away. «I am not badly hurt.»

«Let me see for myself,» I said.

He looked up at me with eyes gone as dark a grey as they could go, like clouds before a storm. He was angry, but I didn't think it was at me; maybe about the situation. «Frost, please.»

He pulled off his jacket too quickly, and winced with the movement. He turned those dark storm eyes to Doyle. «It is inexcusable that that human got a shot off.»

I knelt on the seat beside Frost to see the bloodstain on his shirt. «I can't see through the shirt.»

He grabbed the sleeve near the seam and pulled, ripping the sleeve away.

«If I had shot him before he fired, then the police might never believe that he would have shot at all.»

«You deliberately allowed him to fire.» Frost said it as if he didn't believe it.

He wasn't the only one who was surprised. It didn't seem like good reasoning to me. My hand must have squeezed his arm, because he hissed. I mumbled, «Sorry,» and inspected the wound. The bullet had gone in one side and out the other. It looked clean enough, and the bleeding was already slowed, nearly stopped.

«Bullets will not kill us, Frost, and Meredith was lost behind you. He couldn't have hit her.»

«So you let Frost take a bullet,» I said. For the first time in all of this, my skin ran cold. It was as if the fear had been waiting for me. Waiting until I got somewhere more secure.

Doyle thought about that for a second, then nodded. «I allowed the policeman to get one shot off, yes.»

«The bullet went through me, Doyle, and lodged in the wall. If it had been lower, it would have gone through Merry.»

Doyle frowned. «It does not seem like good reasoning, now that you say it like that.»

Barinthus leaned forward and passed a hand just in front of Doyle's body. He pulled back, rubbing his fingers together as if he'd touched something. «A spell of reluctance, very subtle, but it clings to you like the remnants of some cobweb.»

Doyle nodded. «I can sense it.» He closed his eyes for a moment, and I felt the small flare of magic as he burned off the last pieces of the spell. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and opened his eyes. «There are few who could work such upon me.»

«How is Frost's shoulder, Meredith?» Barinthus asked.

«I'm no healer, but it looks clean enough.»

«None of us is a healer,» Barinthus said, «and such a lack could mean the difference between life and death someday. I will speak to the queen about assigning you a healer.»

The limo went around a corner, and I nearly fell. «You need to sit down,» Galen said. «If you don't want to get wet, then sit on Barinthus's lap.»

«I do not think so,» Barinthus said, and his voice held a tone I'd never heard before.

«Why not?» Galen said.

Barinthus spilled his long leather coat off his lap where he had folded it shut. His pale blue pants were dark and stained just over the groin. «I am not exactly dry.»

There was one of those moments of awkward silence, but Galen knew just what to say. «Is that what I think it is?»

Barinthus closed his coat over his lap again. «It is.»

«What will you tell the queen?» Doyle asked.

I went to kneel between Barinthus's chair and the arm of Rhys's and Kitto's seat. «The queen can't hold him to the rule.»

«The queen can do as she pleases,» Barinthus said.

«Now, wait, she sent the guards to me to be lovers, right?» They all turned solemn faces to me. «Well, we had sex. It was partly metaphysical, but isn't her rule that anyone the ring reacts to, whom she sends to me, is fair game?»

You could see the tension begin to leave them, much like the water that was dripping down from their hair and into their faces. Everyone's hair was plastered to his head, even Galen's and Rhys's curls. It takes a lot of water to make curls lie straight. Everyone who hadn't worn black had water stains on his clothes. How much water had been in that last burst of power?

«So I am now one of your men?» Barinthus asked, voice soft, almost joking.

«If it will save you from being put to death, yes.»

«Only for that reason, and no other?» His face was very serious as he gazed down at me. I had to look away.