Suzanne Lazear - Charmed Vengeance

Only Ciarán, as Tiana’s opposite, could ever make a comment such as that out loud. She wasn’t nearly as good a queen—or as mentally stable—as her older sister.

Ciarán was a little older than Kevighn, but young for a dark king. A dangerous job for a dangerous man. Dark hair hung in his amber eyes. Dressed as a gentleman it was difficult to tell exactly how ruthless he was, which was probably the point. For once the dark king wasn’t flanked by henchman, but that didn’t mean they didn’t lurk nearby.

“I … I hear you have something for me to do?” Kevighn’s chest didn’t untighten. People changed. Certainly, he had.

“I might.” The corners of his lips twitched.

“Perhaps it involves some artifacts?” Kevighn remembered that he didn’t have much time. “I have something that might be of interest to you.” He handed the case to him. “King Brogan hired some mortals to steal these. How he knew where they were, I don’t know. Also, he’s using the alias Kyran. I have a feeling you might be interested in that information,”

Ciarán sat on a nearby bench and opened the case. “Oh my. So that’s who’s been after my quarry. I wondered who had similar business interests but hadn’t been able to discover who.”

“So I was right in thinking this shouldn’t be in Brogan’s hands—and that you might find them useful?” Kevighn continued to stand, hope taking seed.

“Indeed.” Ciarán looked up at him. “These are for me?”

“If you are willing to pay for them. I only ask because the mortals I took them from were depending on the money from Brogan.” Unlike Brogan, Ciarán would use them for the good of the Otherworld.

First, he’d get the money; he didn’t want to disappoint Magnolia.

Ciarán’s eyebrows rose. “You care about mortals? Has exile made you compassionate?”

He cared about Magnolia. “The woman I took them from is one of us.”

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that a woman is at the center of this?” Ciarán chuckled. “If I get you your money, will you finally come home where you belong?”

Kevighn bowed his head, focusing on the grass. “I never should have left.”

“Your cabin is still there, so is the grove. I know how much they mean to you. You know you’re always welcome to stay with me.” His voice grew tentative.

“Your work?” Kevighn suspected it had been. His cabin and the grove should have disappeared when the queen exiled him. Very few possessed the power to keep them there.

Ciarán nodded. “The grove is Creideamh’s. Also, the cabin wasn’t Tiana’s to take.”

“I am grateful for it, Your Majesty.” Kevighn bowed in thanks. Ciarán’s gift would have strings, but not the way an equitable gift from Queen Tiana would. “May I ask, why?”

“How could I not forgive you? Bedsides,” he grinned slyly. “As I’ve said before, I’m in need of someone with your skills.” He closed the attaché case.

“Which talents would those be?” By the Bright Lady, he’d missed Ciarán.

“You’ll see.” His look grew devilish. “I’m glad you’re back. Things are brewing in the Otherworld and I need you by my side.”

“You’ll allow me back?” Relief washed over him. Friendship aside, he wasn’t sure what Ciarán would decide. Accepting a banished high court huntsman wasn’t a light decision.

“With one condition.” Ciarán held up a finger.

Kevighn’s stomach tightened. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t leave again. Next time, come to me and I’ll help you.” For a moment, Ciarán’s eyes flashed with pain.

He exhaled, chest catching. “I promise.”

“Good.” Ciarán stood and embraced him. “Do you have time for a drink so I may tell you what has happened and what I need you so do?”

“I actually need to deliver the money first—after that, your wish is my command.” Kevighn bowed, grateful Ciarán forgave him. Could he convince Magnolia to come with him? She was as wasted on that ship as much as she was with that whelp of an earth court prince.

Ciarán clapped him on the shoulder. “Anything for you, Kevighn. Anything for you.”

Elation increased with every step as Steven made his way down the wooden dock of the San Francisco Air Terminal with James, Hittie, and Hattie. They’d arrived in one piece. The Vixen’s Revenge was in port. The end of this blasted quest lay in sight. Finally.

“What now?” Hattie asked James. The airship captain seemed to have a soft spot for his younger brother. For some reason the ladies always seemed to like him.

“We get Rahel and take her home,” Steven replied. And get their automaton. Then people would stop trying to help them, kill them, and kill them by helping them. Hopefully.

They stopped in front of a ship bigger than Hayden’s Follies but smaller than the larger passenger ships. It had gleaming brass and several balloons keeping it aloft, a crow’s nest peaking between them. A very large dark man stood on a ladder, making repairs to the hull.

“Run into trouble, Asa?” Hittie called.

The dark man waved. “Hittie, Hattie, you made it. The captain will be happy to see you. We were all worried.”

“We’re fine, as always,” Hattie replied. “Takes more than MoBatts to keep us down.”

Asa laughed. “That it does. Captain!” he bellowed. “Look who blew into town.”

A boy appeared on the top of the ship. He was in need of a haircut, a lock of blue hanging in his eyes. His face broke out into a wide grin. “You’re here!” It took Steven a moment to realize the boy was actually a woman. The woman slid down a ladder and landed gracefully on the dock. She and the other women embraced.

“Vix, how can we help?” Hittie asked.

Captain Vix smiled. “Do you have your own repairs? I hope they didn’t get you too badly.”

“Surprisingly enough, our passengers helped.” Hittie gave them a less-than-tart look. “We still have work to do, but we can always lend a hand.”

“Passengers?” Vix focused on him and James in a way that made him feel as if he were in trouble.

“Bounty hunters,” Hattie replied. “Hired to find one of the little girls you took from those nasty rascals. Are they still onboard?”

By the Bright Lady he hoped so.

“Actually they are; I was waiting for Jeff to get back before I took them over. But if you’re willing to help, I’d appreciate it. I don’t like having them onboard longer than necessary,” Vix replied.

Jeff wasn’t onboard? Relief shuddered through him.

“Always happy to help,” Hattie replied. “Which one are you here for?” she asked them.

“Rahel Heinz, she’s small, blonde, and five. Her father, Dr. Heinz, contracted us to bring her home,” Steven replied.

“Rahel?” Vix’s brow furrowed. “I know who she is.” She looked at James and squinted in the sun. “Have we met?”

“Captain, it’s a pleasure to see you again, I’m James Darrow, we met a few months ago.” James gave a little bow. “I’d been looking for Jeff. May I introduce my brother Steven?”

“Steven Darrow?” Vix’s eyes narrowed. Without warning her fist shot out and hit Steven squarely on the jaw.

His hand went to his jaw as he stared up that the very tall woman. For a girl, she could punch pretty well.

“I guess Jeff told her all about you,” James said softly, expression halfway between compassion and amusement.

Her hands went to her hips. “I’ll give you the girl if you depart immediately. You should be lucky Jeff isn’t here right now.”

Steven didn’t wish to see Jeff anyway. His jaw throbbed. “I’d be grateful if you’d give us Rahel. We have far to go and need to be on our way.”