Seduced by Moonlight (Merry Gentry #3)(54)

He spoke to them, but he stared at me. “What came in a dream?” His voice was lightly curious, and held none of the heat of his gaze.
“This,” Rhys said.
When Usna saw what Rhys held, he raised up on his knees and cursed long and soundly in Gaelic. “The chalice, the real chalice?”
“It would seem so,” Barinthus said.
I was inches away from Usna where he knelt. Perhaps I had been too much among the humans, but it struck me as odd that he could be this close to me nude and not be aroused. Something in me felt slighted by that. Childish? Maybe. But I had the almost irresistible urge to cup him in my hand and make him notice me. I must have made some small movement because Barinthus touched my shoulder, stopped my arm from finishing the motion.
“Do you feel compelled to touch him?”
I thought about that. “Maybe, sort of.”
“Then do not do it here with the chalice so close. As Doyle has said, we are in a moving car. The water at the press conference would have been enough to flood the interior of this car.”
I leaned back on my knees, resting on my heels. It wasn’t entirely comfortable because of the spike high heels. The patent leather just didn’t have as much give as regular leather.
“You’re right,” I said, and crawled away from Usna and the chalice. I didn’t stop until my back hit Galen’s damp legs and the puddle of water that was collecting under the three men on the seat. I stayed in the water. My hose, skirt, and panties were all black. It was uncomfortable, but it wouldn’t ruin anything I was wearing. At that moment it was more important to be as far away from the chalice as I could get. Stretch limo, or not, there just wasn’t room to run.“What would have happened if the princess touched me?” Usna asked.
“Perhaps nothing,” Barinthus said, “or perhaps much.” He turned toward Doyle. “The chalice always had a mind and agenda of its own. Has that changed?”
Doyle shook his head. “On the contrary, it seems to have grown worse.”
“Consort help us,” Barinthus whispered.
The driver spoke over the intercom. “The bridge is blocked off, police lights everywhere.”
Doyle hit the button. “What’s happened?”
Silence, then the driver’s voice again. “The river is over the bridge. I haven’t seen the river that high since the big flood of ’ninety-four. Strange, we haven’t had any rain.”
In the silence that followed, we all looked at each other. “It looks as if we did not contain all the power from Barinthus’s return to godhead,” Doyle said.
I remembered the earthquake that had happened after I brought Kitto into his power. A thought occurred to me. “Was there an earthquake in California after we left today?”
Barinthus shook his head. “I checked the weather to see if your plane would be delayed; there was no earthquake.” He looked suddenly thoughtful. “There was a freak windstorm, almost a tornado, which they do not have there, but it was not close to the airport.”
We all exchanged glances, those of us who knew.
“What is it?” Barinthus asked.
“When I brought Kitto into his power, there was an earthquake later that night.”
“What has that to do with the windstorm?”
“Nicca’s wings came at the same moment that . . .” I shook my head. “Sage, just show him.”
Sage turned to Barinthus and the now staring Usna. Sage was smiling, enjoying the hell out of all of it. He lowered his sunglasses enough for them to see the tricolor of his eyes.
Usna hissed. “Goddess, he’s sidhe.”
Barinthus touched Sage’s face, put the newly colored eyes toward the light. “He is not sidhe, no part of him.” He let go of Sage and turned to stare at me. “You did this?”
I nodded.
“How?”
“Sex.”
Barinthus frowned. “You said Nicca’s wings came at the same time.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He seemed to think about that for a moment. “You had sex with both of them at the same time.”
The fey did not have a problem with multiple partners, and it was rude of him to remark upon it. “What does that matter?” Doyle said, coming to my defense.
“The queen is convinced that Meredith must take more than one lover at a time, to conceive.” 
“Why?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I am not sure, but she has been very clear on her plans in this area.” By wording it that way, he implied that she had been unclear about her plans in other areas.
“I have taken multiple lovers before this, Barinthus.”
“Who?”
Rhys was wrapping the chalice in its silk robe, tucking it into the case once more, as he answered, “Me and Nicca.”
Nicca closed the lid of the makeup case and tested the latch, though I think we all knew that wasn’t the problem.
“The queen seems quite taken with the idea that Meredith must take more than one lover at the same time. When she finds out that this has already been done and no baby has come . . .” He shook his head, and looked at me. “The queen seems calmer of late, Meredith, but in some ways more determined. Once set upon a course of action, she is no longer distractible by putting an attractive man in her way, or an opportunity to torture. Her hobbies do not seem to interest her as they once did.”
That sex and torture were my aunt’s hobbies had always made her difficult to deal with, or so I’d thought. Barinthus was saying the opposite.
“Are you saying that you used sex and pain to distract her over the years?” I asked.
He nodded. “It was like offering a child candy. They take their sweets and forget what they were angry about. But in the last few weeks, no amount of painful candy derails her thoughts. She will take the diversion, use it up, and then come right back to where you wanted her not to go.” He was frowning. “On the one hand, it is good to see her thinking with her head instead of her groin. On the other hand, we at court had become accustomed to dealing with her groin. The head is not so easily distracted.”
“If she’s thinking with her head and not lower, then why is she fixated on me with multiple lovers?”
“She seems determined that that is the only way you will become pregnant. That, and she is choosing plant and agricultural deities for you. She seems equally fixated on that.”
“And you have no idea why?” Doyle asked.
He shook his head. “I know that something has happened. She tortured Conri, tortured him personally.”
“Didn’t he just get tortured for trying to kill me last time I was here?”
“Yes, but he had done nothing wrong. He seemed as shocked as the rest of us when she took him. She paraded his broken body in the great room, made everyone walk by him and see what had been done to him, but he was gagged the entire time, so he could not speak. He lies isolated in a cell, seen only by Fflur, the queen’s healer.”
“Conri was one of Cel’s staunchest supporters among the guards,” Doyle said.
Barinthus nodded. “Yes, and what a scrambling there was among Cel’s people, who had persisted in making it clear that they considered Meredith unfit for the throne. They toadied, and did everything and anything they could dream up to win the queen’s favor.”
“Was Conri the only one she tortured?” I asked.
“As of now, but the rest of Cel’s allies are frightened.”
“You made mention of him not being able to speak,” Doyle said. “Do you think he told the queen something, something she doesn’t want others to know?”
Barinthus nodded. “I do.”
“Do you have any idea what it is?”
“Only that it was after Conri’s torture that the queen began to fixate on multiple lovers for Meredith and that most of them should be plant or agricultural deities.” He shrugged. “You now know what I know. If you can make more sense of it than I, I will be happy to hear it.”
Doyle shook his head. “I will think upon it.”“We all will,” Rhys said.
The others nodded.
The driver’s voice came back on the intercom. “They’re starting to let cars through. The river just went back down. Weird.”
Someone gave a nervous laugh. I said, “Well, it could have been worse.”
They all looked at me. “We may have flooded every river and stream around St. Louis,” Doyle said. “How much worse could it be?”
“St. Louis used to be part of a great inland sea, about a million years ago, give or take a millennium,” I said, softly.
The silence in the car was suddenly thicker than before, heavy with a sort of shared horror. “Kitto got a small earth tremor. Nicca and Sage got a windstorm,” Galen said. “I don’t think bringing Barinthus back into his godhead would rate sinking most of a continent.”
I knew exactly which of us knew that Barinthus was Manannan Mac Lir by who looked at him, and then away. Galen didn’t know. But I did, and the thought of raising that much power without a formal circle of protection made my blood run cold. Though that could have been the puddle of water I was sitting in, too.
Chapter 25
It was a long, cold walk from the parking area to the faerie mounds. The snow was knee-deep on me, and there was no way for my mortal body to wade through it in four-inch spike heels and a miniskirt. Not without breaking an ankle or getting frostbite. So I was carried, and the only one who wasn’t wet through was Barinthus. Everyone else’s clothes began to freeze in the icy wind, and those who had no magical protection against the elements shivered as we waded through the snow.