A Lick of Frost (Merry Gentry #6)(13)

“King Taranis is using magic against us all.”
“I thought the metal would protect us,” Shelby said.
“He is the king of the Seelie Court,” Veducci said. “Even the things I’m carrying aren’t enough protection. I don’t think a few office supplies are going to cut it today.” He put a hand on each of the woman’s shoulders and started pulling her back from the mirror. He called back over his shoulder, “Cortez, concentrate, help me with your assisstant.” He yelled it, and the shouting seemed to startle Cortez. He started forward, still looking startled, but he moved. He did what Veducci asked.
The two of them drew Nelson back from the mirror. She didn’t fight them, but her face stayed upturned to Taranis’s form as he sat above us all. That was interesting. I hadn’t realized before that something about the mirror’s perspective put him slightly higher than us. Of course, he was on his throne in the actual throne room. He was on a dais. He was, literally, looking down on us. The fact that I had only now realized that told me clearly that whatever spell he was throwing at me was having some effect. I was at the very least not noticing the obvious.
“You are breaking human law,” Doyle said, “by using magic against them.”
“I will not speak to the monsters of the queen’s guard.”
“Then speak to me, Uncle,” I said. “You are breaking the law by the magic you are casting. You must stop it, or this interview is over.”
“I swear by any oath you choose,” Taranis said, “that I am not deliberately using magic on any full-blooded human in this room.”
It was a pretty bit of lying, so close to the truth that it wasn’t a lie at all. I laughed. Frost and Abe started, as if the sound hadn’t been what they had expected. “Oh, Uncle, will you also take any oath of my choosing that you are not trying to bespell me?”
He gave me every ounce of that handsome, manly face, but the beard sort of ruined it for me. I wasn’t a fan of facial hair, but that could be because I grew up at Andais’s court. For whatever reason, the queen’s wish that her men not have beards and such had become a reality. Most of them couldn’t have grown a good beard if they’d wanted to. Sometimes the queen’s wish becomes reality in faerie. I’d seen the truth of that old saying in faerie for myself. I could police my words aloud, but when my very thoughts could become real, that had been terrifying. I was glad to be out of faerie and back to a more solid reality, where I could think what I liked and not have to worry about it becoming real.
I thought my own thoughts while Taranis pushed at me with his face, his eyes, the fantastic color of his hair. He pushed the spell he’d conjured at me. It was like a weight on the air, a thickness on my tongue, as if the very air was trying to become what he willed it. He was in faerie, and perhaps there, at his court, it would have worked exactly like that. Whatever he wanted from me, I might have been forced to give him. But I was in Los Angeles, not in faerie, and I was very glad to be here. Glad to be surrounded by man-made steel, concrete, and glass. There were fey who would have suffered illness simply by stepping into such a building. My human blood let me be unaffected. My men were sidhe, and that was also sterner stuff.
“Meredith, Meredith, come to me.” He actually held his hand out to me, as if he would reach through the mirror and fetch me. Some of the sidhe could do just that. I didn’t think Taranis was one of them.
Doyle stood, wrapping one hand around mine, but standing feet apart, free hand loose at his side. I knew that stance. He was giving himself room to draw a weapon. It would almost have to be a gun because I had the hand he would have needed for the sword at his side.Frost moved a little farther from the back of my chair, his hand still loosely on my shoulder. I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was doing his own version of Doyle’s preparations.
Galen stood up, which broke his contact with me. Taranis was suddenly edged with golden light. His eyes glowed with all the heat of green growing things. I started to rise from my chair. Rhys’s hand pressed me down so that I couldn’t move.
Doyle said, “Galen.”
Galen went back to one knee, so he could touch my leg. The touch was enough. The glow faded, and the compulsion to stand faded. “This is a problem,” I said.
Abe leaned against my other arm, causing his long striped hair to pool around the chair. He laughed, that warm masculine sound. “Merry, Merry, you need more men. It seems to be a theme with you.”
I smiled, because he was too right.
“They would never arrive in time,” Frost said.
I called out, “Biggs, Veducci, Shelby, Cortez, all of you.”
Cortez had to stay with Nelson to keep her in her chair so she didn’t go to the mirror, but the rest came to me.
“Meredith,” Taranis said, “what are you doing?”
“Getting help,” I said.
Doyle motioned the men to stand between us and the mirror. They formed a wall of suits and bodies. It helped. What in Danu’s name was the spell? I knew better than to invoke the name of the Goddess, I really did. But I had had a lifetime of saying it, like a human who says, “What in the name of God.” You don’t really expect God to answer, do you?
The room smelled of wild roses. A wind eased through the room as if someone had opened a window, though I knew no one had.
“Merry, cool it,” Rhys said softly.
I knew what he meant. We had managed to keep some secrets from Taranis about just how active the Goddess was being for me. In faerie this was the beginning of full manifestation. If the Goddess—even a shadow of her—appeared in this room, Taranis would know. He would know that he needed to fear me. We weren’t ready for that, not yet.
I prayed silently, “Goddess, please, save your power for later. Do not give our secret away to this man.”
The smell of flowers grew stronger for a moment, but the wind began to die down. Then the smell began to fade like expensive perfume when the wearer leaves the room. I felt a tension go out of the men around me. The humans simply looked puzzled. “Your perfume is amazing, Princess,” Biggs said. “What is it?”
“We’ll talk about cosmetics later, Mr. Biggs,” I said.
He looked embarrassed. “Of course. I am sorry. There is something about you people that just makes a poor lawyer forget himself.” His words could be terribly true. I was hoping that no one in this room discovered just how true they could be. 
“King of the Seelie Court, you insult me, and my court, and through me, my queen,” I said.
“Meredith,” his voice breathed through the room and caressed my skin, as if it had fingers.
Nelson whimpered.
“Stop it!” I yelled, and there was an echo of power to my voice. “If you do not cease trying to bespell me, I will have this mirror blanked, and there will be no more talks.”
“They attacked a woman of my court. They must be given over to us for punishment.”
“Give us proof of the crimes, Uncle.”
“The word of a Seelie noble is proof enough,” he said, and now his voice didn’t sound seductive. It sounded angry.
“But the word of an Unseelie noble is worth nothing, is that it?” I asked.
“Our histories speak for themselves,” he said.
I wished I could have afforded to have the lawyers move so that I could see Taranis, but I did not dare. With him blocked from my sight I could think. I could be angry.
“Then you call me a liar. Is that it, Uncle?”
“Not you, Meredith, never you.”
“One of the men you accuse was with me when the Lady Caitrin claims he was raping her. He could not have been with her, and with me, at the same time. She lies, or she believes someone else’s lie.”
Doyle’s hand tensed in mine. He was right. I’d said too much. Damnit, but these word games were hard. So many secrets to keep track of, and so hard to decide who knew what, and when to tell anyone anything.
“Meredith,” he said, his voice pushing against me again, almost like a touch, “Meredith, come to me, to us.”
Nelson made a sound like a soft scream. Cortez said, “I can’t hold her!”
Shelby went to help him and I could suddenly see the mirror. I could see the tall, imposing figure. The sight was enough to add weight to his words, so it was like a push. “Meredith, come to me.”
He held his hand out to me, and I knew I should take his hand, knew it.
The hands and bodies of my men pressed on my shoulders, arms, and legs, keeping me in my chair. I hadn’t meant to, but I must have tried to rise. I don’t think I would have gone to Taranis, but…but…It was good that I had hands to hold me down.
Nelson was screaming, “He’s so beautiful, so beautiful! I have to go to him! I have to go to him!”
The woman’s struggles sent Cortez and Shelby crashing to the floor with her.
“Security.” Doyle’s deep voice seemed to cut through the hysteria. “What?” Biggs said, blinking too rapidly.
“Call security,” Doyle said. “Send for help.”
Biggs nodded, again too rapidly, but he walked to the telephone on his desk.
Taranis’s voice came like something shining and hard, as if words could be stones thrown against your skin. “Mr. Biggs, look upon me.”
Biggs hesitated, his hand hovering over the phone.