Not that anything too serious could happen between Falin and me. Not at the moment, at least. Hol y had taken PC for a walk and was due back any second.
Poor Hol y. She had attempted to eat mortal food after we returned home, but it turned to ash on her tongue. She could never again eat any food but Faerie food—if we figured out how to get her some.
Falin had left a message at the Bloom for Rianna. I hoped that she’d be able to send Ms. B or Desmond with food for Hol y, but if that wouldn’t work, we’d have to think of something else. Which might mean sending Hol y to my castle to live. She’d moped around my apartment for most of the last day, the three of us taking comfort in each other’s of the last day, the three of us taking comfort in each other’s company and avoiding discussion of any important topics like changelings, planeweavers, or the queen’s bloodied hands.
“So if fae can’t say ‘thank you,’ how do they express appreciation?” I asked, thinking about the fact that I couldn’t thank Falin for saving my life. Of course, I guess I’d also saved his, so we were probably even.
He brushed my hair away from my neck and leaned closer. “Gifts or gestures. Actions that say more than words ever could.” He brushed a kiss on the spot where my neck met my shoulder and a shiver traveled through my body, nearly making me spil my coffee.
He scooted closer, his heat sliding over my back. Then a loud knock sounded on the front door, and I jumped. That time I did spil the coffee.
Hol y let herself in, PC scampering around her, his nails clicking on the hardwood. As soon as she released him from his leash, he pitched himself onto the bed and planted himself in my lap. Hol y sat on the bed a moment later, the mattress shifting slightly under her weight, but she couldn’t have settled herself before another knock sounded on the door.
It opened, and I felt Falin stiffen. “My queen,” he whispered, sliding to his feet.
Oh, crap. What was the Winter Queen doing at my house? I tugged the comforter tighter and cracked open my shields.
Nothing happened.
I’d burned out both my physical and my psychic sight. I could hear the click of her heels as she swept into my smal apartment, but I couldn’t see a thing.
“Hel o, knight, planeweaver.” She paused. “Mortal.” I could imagine her unimpressed gaze assessing the mismatched furniture and the broken TV.
I considered trying to scramble off the bed, but what would I do then? Stumble around blindly? I remained in the would I do then? Stumble around blindly? I remained in the middle of the bed, PC in my lap and a cup of coffee in my hands.
“Planeweaver, I believe our acquaintance suffered in our first meeting.”
You think? Might have been something to do with her threatening to have me tortured. “Alex,” I said.
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Alex. Not planeweaver.”
“Al-ex.” She drew the syl ables out, and judging by her tone she wasn’t impressed. “What a dreadful y masculine name. I believe I wil cal you Lexi.”
Great.
“As I was saying, Lexi, our first meeting could have gone better. As a gesture of goodwil , I have brought you your friend.”
The door opened again, and I recognized the touch of familiar magic that zipped through the air.
“Caleb!” Hol y yel ed.
Thank goodness. I’d hoped he’d escaped when the Shadow King had helped me out of the winter court, but when we’d returned home we discovered that he was stil missing. Of course, just because she’d returned Caleb didn’t mean she’d freed the rest of the independents.
“What about the others?” I asked.
I could almost hear the stil ness in the room. Then the queen’s heel clicked on the floorboard, one quick clack, as if she’d tapped her foot.
“I wil consider the idea. Now, I have heard that you have family in the shadow court and have a friendship with the upstart in the nightmare realm. Do not forget, dear Lexi, that there is something—or at least someone—who interests you in my court. While I do hate sharing my toys, I’m always wil ing to trade up, and having a planeweaver in my court would please me.” Her skirts rustled as she turned, and the door opened. “Come along, knight. I’ve heard that you’l require a new abode, so you might as wel show me around require a new abode, so you might as wel show me around this dreadful city.”
With that, she left, the door banging shut behind her. I thought Falin had fol owed, but then his hand traced the edge of my cheek, his fingers trailing into my hair as he leaned his forehead against mine.
“Don’t you have to fol ow her?” My question was a whisper because I wanted the answer to be “no” even though I knew it wasn’t. I blinked, wishing more than anything to be able to see.