Rhys snuggled closer to my side, nuzzling along my neck. He whispered, “He’s not just trying to impress us all, Merry, he’s aiming straight at you.”
I turned into his face, even with my eyes still closed against the light. “He did this last time.”
Rhys’s hand found the back of my hair, turning my face toward his. “Not exactly this, Merry. He’s trying harder to win you over.”
Rhys kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, I think more conscious of the red lipstick I was wearing than of any sense of decorum. Frost rubbed his thumb over my hand. Their touches kept me from sinking into Taranis’s voice, and the pull of the light.
I felt Doyle standing in front of me before I actually opened my eyes. He kissed me on the forehead, adding his touch to the others as if he already knew what Taranis was doing. He moved to my left, and at first I didn’t realize what he was doing, then Taranis’s voice came, not nearly as happy as he’d sounded before. “Meredith, how dare you come before me with the monsters that attacked my lady, standing there as if they had done no wrong? Why are they not in shackles?” His voice was still a good, rich voice, but it was just a voice. Even Taranis couldn’t make those words, that outrage, work with the warm, seductive tone.
The light had dimmed some. Doyle was blocking some of my view, and partially blocking Rhys from the king’s view, but I’d seen this show before. Taranis was dimming the light so that it looked as if he were forming from the brilliance. Forming a face, a body, his clothes, out of light itself.
Biggs said, “My clients are innocent until proven guilty, King Taranis.”
“Do you doubt the word of the nobles of the Seelie Court?” I didn’t think the outrage was feigned this time.
“I’m a lawyer, your highness. I doubt everything.”
I think Biggs meant it as humor, but if he had, he didn’t know his audience. Taranis had no sense of humor that I was aware of. Oh, he thought he was funny, but no one else was allowed to be funnier than the king. The last rumor from the Seelie Court was that even Taranis’s court jester had been imprisoned for impertinence.
I’d have complained more if Andais hadn’t slain her last court jester some four or five hundred years before.
“Was that meant to be humor?” The king’s voice reverberated through the room, like a roll of quiet thunder. It was one of his names, Taranis Thunderer. Once he’d been a sky and storm god. The Romans had equated him with their own Jupiter, though his powers had never been as far-reaching as Jupiter’s.
“Apparently not,” Biggs said, trying to put a pleasant face on it.
Taranis was finally revealed in the mirror. He was edged with glow, as if the colors of everything about him wavered. His hair and beard were at least his true color, the reds and orange of a spectacular sunset. The locks of his curling hair were painted with the glory of the sky when the sun sinks to the west. His eyes were truly multi-petals of green: jade, grass, shades of leaves. It was as if a green flower had been substituted for the iris of his eyes. As a small child, before I knew that he disdained me, I’d truly thought him handsome.
“Oh, my God,” Nelson said in a breathy voice.
I looked behind myself at her, the wide eyes, the almost slack face. “You’ve only seen the pictures of him pretending to be human, haven’t you?”
“He had red hair and green eyes, not this, not this,” she said. Cortez, her boss, took her elbow and got her to a chair. Cortez was angry and was having trouble hiding it. Interesting reaction on his part.
Taranis turned those green-petaled eyes toward the woman. “Few human women have seen me in all my glory in many years. What do you think of me in my true form, pretty girl?”
I was pretty sure that you didn’t get to be assistant district attorney in Los Angeles by letting men call you pretty girl. But if Nelson had a problem with it, she didn’t say so. She looked besotted with him, drunk with his attention.
Abe came to join us in our huddled group. Galen trailed behind him, looking puzzled. It was Abe who leaned in and whispered, “There is some magic here that is not merely light and illusion. If it were almost anyone else, I would say that he has added love magic to his bag of tricks.”
Doyle drew Abe closer to us all, and whispered, “A spell powerful enough that it is affecting Ms. Nelson.”
They all agreed.
We hadn’t meant to ignore Taranis, but he was so terribly busy flirting with Nelson that it was easy to forget that just because a king is ignoring you doesn’t mean that you are allowed to ignore the king.
“I did not come here to be insulted,” he said in that thundery voice. Once it would have impressed me, but I’d been intimate with Mistral. He was a storm god, too, but one who could make lightning pour down a hallway inside the faerie mound. Taranis’s rumbly voice just couldn’t compare to Mistral. In fact, as the men parted so that I could see my uncle more clearly, he looked a little overdone, like a man who’s overdressed for a date.
I looked at the men clustered around me, and realized that all of them had touched me, Rhys wrapped around my waist and side; Frost on the other side, arm a little higher; Doyle with his strong dark hands on my face; Abe with his hand on my shoulder so he could lean in and not fall (even sober his balance seemed shaky sometimes). Galen had touched me because he always touched me when he could. It was as if I’d reached a critical mass of touch. I could think. I was no longer besotted like the good Miss Nelson. Once I’d thought that Andais appearing on the mirror calls draped in men had been a way to taunt and shock Taranis and his court. In only two mirror calls of my very own, I’d learned that there was a method to her madness. For me, either five was the magic number or the mix of these five men’s powers was what worked. Either way, it was going to be a different phone call than it would have been if Taranis’s spell had worked on me. Interesting.“Meredith,” Taranis called. “Meredith, look upon me.”
I knew that there was power to that voice. I felt it as one would sense the ocean. Whispering and close. But I was no longer standing in the water. I was no longer in danger of drowning in that voice.
“I see you, Uncle Taranis. I see you very well,” I said, and my voice was strong and firm, and caused the arch of a perfect sunset-colored eyebrow to raise.
“I can barely see you through the crowd of your men,” he said. There was a tone to his voice that I couldn’t discern. Anxiety, anger; something unpleasant.
Doyle, Galen, and Abe began to move away from me. Even Frost started to pull away. Only Rhys stayed wedded to my side. The moment their hands fell away, Taranis was edged with light.
“Stay where you are, my men,” I said. “I am your princess. He is not your king.”
The men hesitated. Doyle moved back to me first, and the rest followed his lead. I put his hand to my face, and tried to tell him with my eyes what was happening. The spell was aimed so surely at me, like an arrow for my mind alone. How could I explain to them without words, what was happening?
Rhys settled himself more firmly around my waist, tucking me close, leaving just enough room for Frost’s arm to slide back across my shoulders. Abe went to stand behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder closest to Rhys. Galen joined him, and though clearly puzzled, added his hand to my other shoulder closer to Frost. I gave the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Rhys’s waist to Doyle. The moment they were all touching me, even through clothing, the light around the king was gone. Taranis was handsome, but that was all.
“Meredith,” Taranis said, “how can you insult me like this? These men attacked a lady of my court, savaged her. Yet you stand there with them…touching you, as if they are your court favorites.”
“But, uncle, they are some of my favorites.”
“Meredith,” he said, and he sounded shocked, like an elderly relative who just heard you say “fuck” for the first time.
Biggs and Shelby both tried to move in and smooth things over. I think the reason the lawyers hadn’t interfered more before was that even the men were getting a sideswipe of the spell that Taranis had brought to this meeting. Either he had brought this magic for some specific purpose or he always held this magic when dealing with Queen Andais, and now me. I had not been able to sense it when we last spoke to Taranis. But then, neither had Doyle, or any of the other men. It wasn’t just me who had grown in power from our few days in faerie. The Goddess had been a very busy deity. We had all been changed by her touch, and by the touch of her consort, the God.
“I will not speak of this matter in front of the monsters that savaged a woman of my court.” Taranis’s voice rolled through the room like the whisper of a storm. The humans all reacted as if it were more than a whisper. I was safe behind the hands of my men from whatever Taranis was trying to do.
Shelby turned to us. “I think it’s a reasonable request to have the three accused wait outside while we talk to the king.”
“No,” I said.
“Princess Meredith,” Shelby said, “you’re being unreasonable.”
“Mr. Shelby, you’re being magically manipulated,” I said, smiling at him.
He frowned at me. “I don’t understand what you mean by that.”