But I liked existing here and now, and I'd fight for it. I didn't have a bird's-eye view and didn't want it. I liked padding around on dog paws, kicking up fall leaves and digging in spring dew, sniffing up scents on the ground, and living a life. I was only too happy to leave the flying for those with wings.

I reached for my spear. It was in my holster. And I realized it always had been whenever "V'lane" was around. It was part of the complex illusion he'd maintained. As an Unseelie, he'd never been able to touch it yet could have been killed by it, so whenever we were together, he'd fed me the glamour that it was no longer in my holster. Just as the Unseelie Princes had fed me an illusion that I'd been turning it on myself there in the church.

I never had. I'd chosen to throw it away because I'd believed the glamour. I could have killed them that night, if I'd been able to see through it. The power had always been right here, inside me, if I'd just known it.

I would kill him now.

"Don't even think about it," the Unseelie King said.

"He took your concubine. He faked her death. He raped raped me!" me!"

"No harm, no foul."

"Are you kidding me?"

He looked at his concubine. "Today amuses."

Abruptly, the moon and megaliths were gone. We were back in the cavern.

Cruce chimed, his wings open to their full majestic glory, eyes blazing with righteous fury, lips peeled back in a snarl.

The king iced him like that.

A nude, avenging angel, encased in clear crystal. Blue-black bars shot up from the floor, framing his prison.

I should have told the king to put clothes on him.

Make the ice cloudy so no one could see him. Hide those stunning velvety wings. Tone down the golden halo around him.

Make him look less...angelic, sexual, erotic. But you know what they say about hindsight.

The king said to Kat, "He is your Sinsar Dubh Sinsar Dubh now." now."

"No!" Kat exclaimed. "We don't want him!"

"Your fault it got out. Contain it better this time."

I heard Barrons say, "McCabe? What the fuck are you doing here?"

People began to appear in the cavern, sifting in. The white-suited McCabe from Casa Blanc was joined by the leprechaun-like reservations clerk from my first night at the Clarin House and by the news vendor from the street who'd given me directions to the Garda, the one who'd called me a hairy jackass.

"Liz?" Jo said. "Where did you come from?"

Liz said nothing, simply moved, as they all did, to join the Unseelie King.

"He's too big for one body," I said numbly.

"I knew knew there was something wrong with her!" Jo exclaimed. there was something wrong with her!" Jo exclaimed.

The king had been watching the sidhe sidhe-seers and Barrons. He'd posed as one of the players hunting his own Book. He'd been watching me all this time. Since the day I'd come to Dublin. He'd checked me into the Clarin House.

"Before that, beautiful girl." The king slanted me a look that horrified me. Pride glittered in his starry eyes.

My high school gym coach joined him. When my grade school principal appeared, I locked my jaw and gave the king a mutinous glare. Since the beginning Since the beginning. "Little help might have been nice."

The king cradled the concubine tenderly to his chest. "What would you change?"

"You must give her to us," Dree'lia demanded. "We need her. Without V'lane, who will lead us?"

"Find a new queen. She is mine."

Velvet bristled. "But there is no one-"

"Grow a pair, Velvet," the king snapped.

"We don't want want Cruce. Cruce. You You take him," Kat was insisting. take him," Kat was insisting.

"What the bloody hell is going on? You can't take the queen. We work for her," Drustan was saying.

"What about the Compact?" Cian said. "We need to renegotiate it!"

"Change me back!" Christian demanded. "I ate only one bite. That's not enough to do this to me. Why am I being punished?"

The king only had eyes for the woman in his arms.

"You can't leave until you put the bloody walls back up," Dageus was growling. "We've no idea how to go about-"

"You'll figure it out."

Skins began to drop to the floor, empty shells of the king's parts. For a moment, I was worried my own might fall off, but it didn't.

Barrons had pulled me back from being Pri-ya Pri-ya. I had no doubt the king would find his concubine, too. Wherever she was, in whatever cave of amnesia she was trapped, he would join her. Tell her stories. Make love to her. Until one day they both got up and walked out of it.

The dreamy-eyed guy began to change, absorbing the shadows that passed from the skins.

He stretched and expanded until he towered over us like the Sinsar Dubh Sinsar Dubh's beast, but without the malevolence, and when his wings spread wide, eclipsing the chamber in night, stars and worlds dangling from his quills, I felt his joy.

The thought that she'd left him by choice had driven him mad.

But she hadn't. She'd been taken.

He'd loved her for all time.

Before she was made.

After he'd believed she was gone.

Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever.

I wished them forever.

You, too, beautiful girl.

The Unseelie King was gone.

53.

The sign was heavy, but I was determined.

Although Barrons' strength would have made things a lot easier, I managed without him. I wasn't in the mood for an argument.

As I unscrewed the last bracket suspending the gaily painted sign from the brass pole bolted into the brick above the door of the bookstore, it slipped from my hands, fell to the sidewalk, and cracked down the middle.

MACKAYLA'S MANUSCRIPTS AND MISCELLANY bit the dust before a single customer ever looked up and saw the sign. bit the dust before a single customer ever looked up and saw the sign.

I was okay with that. It didn't have the right ring to it. Although I'd loved seeing my name up there, I'd never have gotten comfortable with it. This place was...well, MM&M just didn't roll off the tongue.

I had no intention of giving him back the bookstore.

I was keeping it forever. And I planned to keep the name, too. I'd never be able to think of it as anything else.

Twenty minutes later, the original sign was restored.

I dusted off my hands, propped the ladder against a column, and stepped back to view my work.

The four-story-I looked up. It was five stories tonight. The five-story building was officially BARRONS BOOKS AND BAUBLES BARRONS BOOKS AND BAUBLES again. Owned by one MacKayla Lane. He'd given me the deed last night. again. Owned by one MacKayla Lane. He'd given me the deed last night.

I walked out into the middle of the street and assessed my bookstore with a critical eye. It was mine to take care of, and I wasn't yielding one inch of it to vandals or the elements. It had weathered the storm of Unseelie better than most places in the city, protected by wards and a man who could never die.

I remembered the first time I'd seen it. I'd come barreling out of the Dark Zone, terrified, alone, desperate for answers. It had blazed with the holy light of salvation for me that night.

My sanctuary. My home.

The updated facade of dark cherry and brass gleamed. The alcoved entrance, between stately pillars, sported a new light fixture that cast a warm amber glow on the handsome cherry door and stained-glass sidelights.

The tall windows on the sides of the building, framed by matching columns and delicate wrought-iron latticework, didn't have a single crack, and there were no chips on the pillars. The foundation was solid, strong. Powerful spotlights mounted on the rooftop, controlled by timers, would be coming on any minute now. The lighted sign in the old-fashioned green-tinted windows winked OPEN OPEN.

The Dark Zone might be empty, but this place would always stand as a bastion of light, as long as it was mine. I'd needed it. It had saved me. I loved this place.

And the man.

And there was the rub.

It had been days since the showdown beneath the abbey, and we still hadn't talked about it.

After the king left, we'd all just kind of looked at each other and headed for the door, as if we couldn't get back to where we felt safe and comfortable fast enough.

Mom and Dad took one look at Barrons and me and decided to go back to Chester's. I've got the smartest, coolest parents. Barrons and I went back to the bookstore, straight to bed. We'd gotten out only when near starvation had forced us.

The finale hadn't been perfect and certainly not what I'd expected last fall, when we were making our desperate plans to keep the walls up between the realms of Fae and man.

The Sinsar Dubh Sinsar Dubh had been destroyed. had been destroyed.

But in the way of Fae things, another had come into being.

The sidhe sidhe-seers were furious that they'd been left in charge of the new one, but it's hard to argue with an absentee king.

Kat had stepped up to the plate, taking over for Rowena, agreeing to lead until the abbey was cleared of Shades and their numbers were partially restored, at which time they would revert to a democratic vote and rebuild the Haven.

I intended to snag a spot in that inner sanctum, where I would lobby for significant changes-first and foremost that we permanently and irrevocably seal the cavern where the Sinsar Dubh Sinsar Dubh was currently frozen in its much-too-exquisite temptation. Line it with iron. Pump it full of concrete. was currently frozen in its much-too-exquisite temptation. Line it with iron. Pump it full of concrete.

The Keltar had returned to Scotland, taking Christian with them, but none of us believed we'd seen the last of them.

Before Halloween, we'd all thought life might one day get back to normal. Those days were gone forever.

We'd lost nearly half the world's population-more than three billion people dead.

The walls were down and I was pretty sure they'd stay that way, with no queen and no one to lead the Seelie. I had no doubt the king was on extended sabbatical.

Jayne and his men were out in force, kicking ass, hell-bent on emptying the streets of Unseelie and the skies of Hunters. I planned to talk to him about that. I wondered if we might be able to negotiate a treaty with the Hunters. I didn't like the thought of K'Vruck being shot at.

Kat had connected with Post Haste, Inc.'s international branches. She told me that Dark Zones abounded around the world, but Dani's Shade-Buster recipe had been translated into virtually every language and manufacturing MacHalos was a booming business. In certain parts of the world, you could trade one for a cow. There were millions of surplus houses, cars, electronics, all the things I used to dream about one day owning, lying around out there for the taking. And all I could think was that I might cheerfully give up Barrons' 911 Porsche turbo for a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

IFPs were drifting around like small tornados, but Ryodan and his men knew a way to tether them and had begun weeding the worst out of the city. Not because he cared, Ryodan had informed me coolly, but because they weren't good for business.

Chester's was rocking like never before. Today when I was out running errands, some chick had actually chirped, "See you in Faery!" As if she was saying, "Dude, have a good day."

It was a strange new world.

The war was on, but it was a subdued war. Seelie and Unseelie were fighting each other but keeping it quiet for now, as if they weren't sure what we might do if they messed up any more of our world and they weren't ready to find out.

Yet.

The only good Fae is a dead Fae, in my book. PS: Hunters aren't Fae.

The power was still down in most places. Generators were hot commodities. The cell towers didn't work-Barrons' and his men's phones the mysterious exceptions. The Internet had crashed months ago. Some people were talking about maybe not restoring things to the way they were, going in a new direction that was a little less plugged in. I imagined there'd be a lot of different schools of thought, with enclaves springing up here and there, each espousing their own philosophy and social order.

I had no idea where the future was headed.

But I was glad to be alive and couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be than here and now, watching it all unfold.