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Then the Unseelie Princes are asking why Barrons sent a message threatening to remove them from the council if the princes didn’t meet him here, and R’jan starts snarling about the threat he received from the Highlander to withdraw their protection if he didn’t come, and I smell Ryodan’s hand in things before I even catch a glimpse of him approaching through the rain beyond the beveled glass diamond panes of the front door.
When the urbane owner of Chester’s stalks in, the accusations escalate, all now directed toward him and his sleight of hand.
“Had I summoned, you wouldn’t have come,” Ryodan says to Rath, then barks, “Upstairs, at the table. All of you.”
Yeah, right. He just tried to order nine of the most uncooperative beings I know to cooperate en masse. It’s not going to happen.
Everyone starts growling and arguing again. Ryodan vanishes. Then R’jan’s new advisor is gone.
Long moments spin out while R’jan looks around wildly.
After nearly thirty seconds Ryodan reappears and tosses the body of R’jan’s new advisor at his feet. Dead. I almost laugh aloud at the look of consternation on R’jan’s face.
The Seelie Prince snarls, “You will cease doing that! You killed our fucking advisor! That is twice now you’ve insulted us with—”
“Little point devising new tactics when the old ones just keep working. Pull your head out of your ass and see it coming. The next one to die is you, then Rath. Get the fuck upstairs.”
Jada moves for the door.
Barrons says, “You will remain. Honor your pledge.”
A muscle works in her jaw but she slowly turns back around. “You have five minutes of my time.”
“Five is all I need,” Ryodan says.
Jada gives him a cool smile. “That’s what I’ve heard.”
I smirk.
Ryodan opens his mouth to reply then astounds me by closing it. I was ready for one of his frankly sexual remarks. I was rather looking forward to it. She deserved it for that one. From the look on Jada’s face, she was anticipating one, too.
He says nothing. Interesting. Is it because she’s Dani? Or because she’s not Dani at all?
“Move your asses, all of you,” Fade orders.
When they ascend, growling and snarling the whole way, I hurry up the stairs behind them, to camouflage any telltale squeaks the planks might make as they shift beneath my weight if I wait until they all reach the top.
Barrons, Fade, Ryodan, and the two Highlanders cram into seats along one side of the square and it’s almost comical to see the five enormous men packed shoulder to shoulder, leaving the Unseelie Princes and R’jan to split the other two. I wonder where Sean is; if he was similarly summoned and chose not to appear or if Ryodan omitted him deliberately.
Jada stands, legs spread, arms folded. Tonight she has a knife strapped to each thigh, in addition to an assortment of bulges at her ankles, pockets, and waistband. I carry concealed myself, so have no trouble picking out extra magazines and grenades. There’s blood on her shirt. I wonder who or what she killed tonight, and how many. I miss fighting back-to-back with her.
“Why have you called us here?” R’jan demands. “And where is the O’Bannion?”
I take a position opposite Jada, with the table between us, unconsciously mimicking her posture, studying her curiously. Still dressed in black, still coolly beautiful, something nags about her appearance. My gaze drifts from her head to her feet then back. Her cuff glints silver. Where have I seen it before?
“O’Bannion is irrelevant to the matter we’re discussing tonight.”
The Seelie Prince scowls, no doubt wondering if there have been meetings held without him present, without his knowledge. “And the human that runs the abbey?”
“I run the abbey,” Jada says.
“There is one thing upon which we can agree,” Ryodan says, “and that is we would all prefer the Crimson Hag dead.”
“That is why you brought us here? To discuss the Hag?” Rath says. “She is occupied. We do not care about her.”
“You will aid in destroying our mutual enemies or you are the enemy,” Ryodan says.
Jada says, “No one knows the Hag’s location.”
“The Unseelie Princess has located her,” Ryodan says.
“You know this how?” Jada says.
“You know where Christian is?” Dageus explodes. “Why the bloody hell are we sitting here?”
Ryodan says to Jada, “The Unseelie Princess is now in my employ. Never think to control my city. You have the sidhe-seers. That is all you have.”
“The princess is not pure blood,” Kiall says coldly. “You will never admit her to our table.”
I wonder what he means by that. Even I sensed the difference. But what?
“You will share a table with anyone I choose, mongrel or otherwise,” Ryodan says.
“I said, where the bloody hell is Christian?” Dageus says again.
“I would see Christian freed. You may present your proposition.” Jada’s voice is void of inflection. If she’s irritated that Ryodan usurped her plan, she betrays none of it. The fire I saw in his office is now ice.
“His location is difficult to reach,” Ryodan says. “The three princes will sift three of us in. Using one of them as bait and Mac to divert—”
WTF? I bristle.
“You think we will be your fucking bait?” Kiall snarls.
“—we will put the Hag down for good and free the Keltar,” Ryodan says.
“In addition to me, who are the other two sifting in?” Jada says.
“Aye, exactly who the bloody hell do you think is going?” Dageus growls.
“We will cooperate with this plan why?” Kiall says.
“With your new brother back and the Hag dead …” Ryodan lets it hang. He doesn’t need to say more. They would be enormously powerful.
“He is not their brother,” Drustan says softly. “And never will be.”
Kiall says, “In every sense that matters, Highlander.”
“Why should the Seelie give a fuck?” R’jan growls.
“A prince with no royal allies, you are the Hag’s most logical next target. If that is not enough to persuade you, Mac is in the room with us and will kill any of you that don’t cooperate with my plan. You won’t see it coming because she’s invisible. Say hello, Mac.”
Jada’s head whips from side to side, scanning the room.
I can’t freaking believe Barrons told Ryodan I’m invisible! And I can’t freaking believe Ryodan thinks he’s going to use me as his private weapon! My jaw clenches. That man makes me almost as crazy as Barrons does. No wonder. They’re related.
“You do wish to rescue Christian, don’t you, Ms. Lane?” It’s a soft warning from Barrons.
He doesn’t know I’m here. He’s assuming. And as the man once told me himself: assume makes an ass out of u and me. I clench my jaw harder. Let them talk to air. Let others think them mad.
Jada continues searching the room intently. I can practically see her ears perked up like a hunting dog. If I’m stupid enough to say something, she’ll be on me in an instant.
To Jada, Ryodan says, “If you think to attack Mac for a reason I’m certain you don’t want to discuss right now, it’ll be war between us. If you’re half as intelligent as I think you are, you know such a war would be futile, pointless, and catastrophic.” To the princes, he says, “We will work together to destroy our mutual enemies. Only then will we kill each other, making it easier for the one who remains to control the world.”
Rath and Kiall look at each other and nod. “That is the first wise thing you’ve said, human.”
Ryodan cuts Kiall a hard look. “Call me human again and you die.”
Kiall is silent a moment then inclines his head. “Mongrel will do. For now.”
Ryodan smiles faintly but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Mongrel is preferable to human.”
“Another wise comment. But we will not be ‘bait’ for the Hag.”
“Nor will I,” R’jan growls.
“Whoever agrees to be bait will get another vote at the table.”
“Who the fuck put you in charge of the table anyway?” Kiall demands.
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