if we want to make it, but we should sleep at the brugh tonight. Erna will have my hide.”
“There has to be a way to get to her now,” Quinn insisted. “Are there eddy winds here?”
I’d heard about eddy winds. It was a sort of whirlwind that plagued some Fae planes. I use the word plague because they could be dangerous if you didn’t know how to ride one. Quinn was able to find them and use them as transportation, but I’d heard the trip was a rather wild one. My uncle still talked about riding those winds.
Dean shook his head. “Not here. On Tír na nÓg they have a few, and I’ve heard the Unseelie plane has many and they can be as large as a hurricane. But this is a neutral plane. It’s stable, which is why I’m surprised we had a convergence incident here.”
“Is that what you call what happened earlier when I nearly got pulled into a void?” It had been a day.
“Yes,” Dean said. “One of the reasons we’ve stayed here is that nothing tends to happen here unless you piss off the Fae creatures. Erna is worried that an incident happened so close to our home. We really need to go. I don’t want to be out here in the dark. The dead really do walk at night.”
“See, I would consider that a happening. We have two different definitions of the word stable.” I didn’t normally have to deal with zombies.
“I can’t go to some brugh and sleep. My daughter is in danger,” Quinn insisted.
“And she’ll still be in danger tomorrow.” I wasn’t sure what Quinn wanted me to do. “So we should rest and discuss how we’re going to handle the situation. I’m not any happier than you are but she’s with Marcus and you have to know that he’ll do anything to save her. He would die before he would let her come to harm.”
“I don’t know that,” Dean said.
“Well, it’s true,” Dev allowed with a long sigh. “I’m sorry, Kelsey. I know I’m being difficult, but I can’t lose her. And, Dean, Marcus truly would give his life to protect Summer. He’ll do anything he can to ensure her safety. My worry is his mental powers don’t work on Earth plane vampires. If he can’t influence the vampires here, he won’t have much power.”
“Oh, vamps here are totally vulnerable to psychics.” Dean handed the satchel back to me and turned toward the lake. “It’s precisely why Lodge InterPlane is going to make a killing on those shields. We should move if we want to avoid the undead. We need to at least get around the lake if we want to be safe.”
I heard a low, keening cry, a sound of mourning.
Quinn stepped in front of me, the habit of a man used to taking care of the women around him. “What is that?”
I didn’t need protecting. “I don’t know but I’m going to find out. It sounds like whoever it is, she’s back at the lake.”
Quinn went still as the woman continued to cry, though there was an angry timbre to the sound now. “Oh, goddess. Please no.”
Quinn started to run and I chased after him.
Chapter Eighteen
Summer
I woke to sunshine on my face and the sound of water all around me. I was lying on a bed, silk sheets caressing my skin. I was calm and centered. I was happy.
I was dreaming, obviously.
Although I wasn’t sure why I would be dreaming I was in a sexy nightgown. I typically slept in a boring shift, but I found myself wearing an emerald gown made of more silk. I sat up and glanced around the room I found myself in. The bed was a massive four-poster with filmy curtains that had been tied back. The room was sumptuous with a masculine flair. To the right there was a set of double doors standing open and leading out to what appeared to be a balcony.
I eased out of bed and there was a robe waiting for me. It matched the gown and I slid my arms in, tying it at my waist. It was odd to be dreaming and to know I was dreaming.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror over the large dresser across the room. My hair was loose, flowing around my shoulders, and I looked far more beautiful than I considered myself to be. My skin practically glowed.
Perhaps I wasn’t dreaming after all.
“Marcus? Are you here?” This had to be