shoot Ryodan a nasty look. Sean was worried sick about Kat and he had every reason to be. If someone went missing in Dublin these days, the odds were high they were dead.
Sean said soberly, “Aye, keep your eye out. Let me know if you hear a whisper of a word about her. You’ll find me in the piano pub with the lads most evenings. If I’m not there, any one of them will get word to me.”
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” I promised.
He nodded and stepped out.
The moment the door closed, I spun on Ryodan and hissed, “I’ll keep your secrets, but you need to let him know somehow that she’s all right.”
“Because it’s not fair,” he mocked.
“Because there’s no need to inflict suffering if you can prevent it,” I retorted.
Those cool silver eyes dismissed me. “He’ll brood, he’ll pine. She’ll return. He’ll get over it. No damage done.”
I scowled at him. The man was as immutable as Barrons. They didn’t view a month of worry as remotely significant because a month was the blink of an eye to them, and besides, everyone died.
Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said brusquely. “I have things to do.”
—
Our path to the small cell in the dungeon was interrupted again, this time by Christian MacKeltar.
The moment we stepped off the elevator and turned left, I felt an icy wind at my back and he was there.
I turned and gasped, startled. Christian looked nearly full Unseelie prince, taller than he usually was, much broader through the shoulders, with great black wings angled up and back and still sweeping the floor. Anger colored him in shades of the Unseelie prison. Ice dusted his wings, his face.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarled at Ryodan. “I can’t do this. I won’t.”
“Then your uncle will suffer.”
“You do it!”
“I did the hard part. He’s alive.”
“He’s never going to forgive you.”
“Yes he will. Because one day he’ll feel something besides the pain and horror and he’ll be glad that he’s alive. No matter the price. That’s the way it works for men of a certain ilk. But you know that, don’t you, Highlander?”
Ryodan turned away and we resumed walking toward the cell in silence, buffeted by an icy breeze.
—
In the narrow stone cell, I dropped into a chair, edgy and irritable.
My Unseelie flesh high had evaporated without warning, late this afternoon at BB&B, while I was struggling to disengage one of my least damaged bookcases from a pile of splintered furniture and stand it upright again.
The unwieldy tower of shelves had fractured several toes when it crashed to the floor, inadequately supported by abruptly too-weak muscles. Fortunately, even without Unseelie flesh, I heal quickly and no longer sported even a slight limp.
Unfortunately, withdrawal was setting in, making me short-tempered and more impatient than ever.
I wanted this over with. I’d already decided to tell them I still couldn’t find the Book, even with my sidhe-seer senses open again. How would they feel if I tried to make them go rooting around inside themselves for whatever was in there? Attempted to get them to let me use their inner demon in its wildest, most uncontrolled form?
They wouldn’t tolerate it for a second. Why should I? There had to be another way to save our world. Speaking of, before I went disturbing anything I shouldn’t, I glanced at Barrons. I have to show you something back at the bookstore. Tonight.
Can it wait?
It shouldn’t. It could help us with the black holes. But I want you to take it. I’m not the one to use it.
He inclined his head in assent.
If something goes wrong…I told him where to find it, figuring him finding my journals, too, would no longer matter to me if the worst happened tonight.
Nothing will go wrong.
Easy for him to say. My Book had been far too quiet lately.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be sinking inside, questing for my inner lake, beneath which gleamed a monster. Recalling the first time I’d discovered the place, the dark chamber, the freedom and power I’d sensed in it. Before I’d known how corrupted it was.
I’d once loved having that inner lake. Now I despised it.
A flood of water exploded inside me, gushing up, icy and black. I choked and sputtered and my eyes shot open.
“What is it,” Ryodan demanded.
I swallowed surprisingly dryly, for all the water inside me. “Indigestion,” I said. “I don’t think this is going to