"I know you were not always sidhe."
"But I remember when he was the Darkness to me, and I feared him as much as any. Now he is my truest friend and my captain, because that other Doyle was centuries before you were born."
I studied his face, and even around his sunglasses I saw the gentleness - a piece of softness that he'd only let me see in the last few weeks. I realized that just as he would have had Doyle's back in battle, he did the same now. He had distracted me from my anger, and put himself in the way of it, as if I were a blade to be avoided.
I held out a hand to him, and he took it. I stopped pulling against Doyle's arm, and just held them both. "You are right. You are both right. I knew Doyle's history before he came to my side. Let me try this again." I looked up at Doyle, still with Frost's hand in mine. "You aren't suggesting that we test our theory on random fey?"
"No, but in honesty I do not have another way to test."
I thought about it, and then shook my head. "Neither do I."
"Then what are we to do?" Frost asked.
"We warn the demi-fey, and then we go to the beach."
"I thought this would end our day out," Doyle said.
"When you can't do anything else, you go about your day. Besides, everyone is meeting us at the beach. We can talk about this problem there as well as at the house. Why not let some of us enjoy the sand and water while the rest of us debate immortality and murder?"
"Very practical," Doyle said.
I nodded. "We'll stop off at the Fael Tea Shop on the way to the beach."
"The Fael is not on the way to the beach," Doyle said.
"No, but if we leave word there about the demi-fey, the news will spread."
"We could leave word with Gilda, the Fairy Godmother," Frost said.