Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices #2)(105)

"Beautiful boy," she said. "You were wasted on the Wild Hunt. You could have served here in my Court."

"They kidnapped me," Mark said. "You didn't."

Even the Queen seemed a bit nonplussed. "Miach-"

"My name is Mark." He said it without any hostility or resistance. It was a simple fact. Emma saw the spark in Julian's eyes: pride in his brother, as the Queen dropped her hand. She walked back toward her throne, and Julian rose and came down the steps, joining the others below her as she took her seat.

The Queen smiled down at them, and the shadows moved around her as if commanded: curling into wisps and shapes like flowers. "So now Julian has told you all there is to know," she said. "Now we can bargain."

Emma didn't like the way the Queen said Jules's name: the possessive, almost languid Julian. She also wondered where the Queen had been while Julian had told them what happened. Not out of earshot, of that she was sure. Somewhere close, where she could overhear him, could gauge their reactions.

"You have brought us all here, my lady, though we do not know why," said Julian. It was clear from his expression that he didn't know what the Queen planned to ask of them. But it was also clear that he had not made up his mind to refuse her. "What do you want from us?"

"I want you to find Annabel Blackthorn for me," she said, "and retrieve the Black Volume."

They all looked at each other; whatever they had expected, that had not been it.

"You just want the Black Volume?" said Emma. "Not Annabel?"

"Just the book," said the Queen. "Annabel does not matter, save that she has the book. Having been brought back so long after her death, she is likely quite mad."

"Well, that does make looking for her so much more fun," said Julian. "Why can't you send your Court to search the mundane world for her yourself?" 

"The Cold Peace makes that difficult," the Queen said dryly. "I or my folk will be seized on sight. You, on the other hand, are the darlings of the Council."

"I wouldn't say 'darlings,' " Emma said. "That might be overstating things."

"So tell us, what does the Queen of Faerie want with the Black Volume of the Dead?" said Mark. "It is a warlock's toy."

"Yet dangerous in the wrong hands, even when those hands are faerie hands," said the Queen. "The Unseelie King grows in power since the Cold Peace. He has blighted the Lands of Unseelie with evil and filled the rivers with blood. You have seen yourself that no works of the Angel can survive in his land."

"True," said Emma. "But what do you care if he's made the Unseelie Lands off-limits to Shadowhunters?"

The Queen looked at her with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I do not," she said. "But the King has taken one of my people. A member of my Court, very dear to me. He holds that person captive in his land. I want them back."

Her voice was cold.

"How will the book help you with that?" Emma asked.

"The Black Volume is more than necromancy," said the Queen. "It contains spells that will allow me to retrieve the captive from the Unseelie Court."

Cristina shook her head. "My lady," she said. She sounded very sweet and firm and not at all anxious. "While we are sympathetic to your loss, that is a great deal of danger and work for us, just to assist you. I think you would have to offer something quite special to gain our help."

The Queen looked amused. "You are very decided, for one so young." Rings sparkled on her fingers as she gestured. "But our interests are aligned, you see. You do not want the Black Volume in the King's hands, and neither do I. It will be safer here in my Court than it will ever be out in the world-the King will be looking for it, too, and only in the heart of Seelie can it be protected from him."

"But how do we know you won't also use it to work against Shadowhunters?" said Emma, uneasily. "It wasn't such a long time ago that Seelie soldiers attacked Alicante."

"Times change and so do alliances," said the Queen. "The King is now a greater threat to me and mine than the Nephilim. And I will prove my loyalty." She leaned her head back, and her crown shimmered. "I offer the end of the Cold Peace," she said, "and the return of your sister, Alessa, to you."

"That is beyond your power," said Mark. But he had not been able to control his reaction to his sister's name; his eyes were overly bright. So were Julian's. Alessa. Helen.

"It is not," said the Queen. "Bring me the book, and I will offer my Lands and arms to the Council that we might defeat the King together."