Seduced by Moonlight   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

His fingers were inside the meat of her chest. He was caressing the top of her heart as if that would finally bring her to orgasm.

Doyle carried me around to her head. «Don't let them take you like this, Miniver.»

«Get them away from me. Get them away from me!»

I looked at Ash, and he motioned the rest of them away. The one who was playing in her body left reluctantly, and squeezed her breast as he moved away.

Miniver lay there gasping on the floor, her eyes wild. She looked up at Jonty, still standing over her, and said, «Get him away.»

«No,» he said, «I am her guard, and I will guard her. I have no interest in your white flesh.»

Doyle put me on my feet, but my legs did not hold this time. I collapsed to my knees beside her.

Miniver reached out toward me with her healed hand, beseeching. I had a heartbeat to realize that she lied with her eyes and her body. Doyle hit her hand away, and the bolt of energy sizzled outward to scar along the table on the other side of the room. Jonty trapped her arm under his big knee. He was shaking his head. «Do you want me to tear her arm off?»

I thought about it, then shook my head. «Bind her, and let them take her.»

«No,» Andais said, «for that last, I think we should see some of her punishment.» The queen came in a hiss of black silk. She looked down at Miniver. «You are a fool. Do you not understand that the very fact that you are alive and healing means that Meredith is no longer mortal? I watched her die today, and breathe again. You have lost everything you are, for nothing.»

«Lies,» she said.

Andais leaned down, touched the other woman's face, a strangely tender caress. «You craved blood and violence. I saw it. We all saw it. You tried to destroy me with it. Now we will see you destroyed with it.» She turned to me. «Do you see now, Meredith? You offered her mercy and she tried to kill you. You cannot be weak among the sidhe, not if you wish to rule.» She touched my face, much as she'd touched Miniver's. «Heed this lesson, Meredith, and wipe mercy from your heart, or the sidhe will surely cut it out.» Her smile was half wistful, half something I could not read, and probably did not want to. «You look tired, Meredith.»

She eased the sword from my hand. «Take your princess to my room, use my bed as if it were your own. I will send Fflur with you.» She motioned and a sidhe as golden-haired as Miniver came forward, but Fflur's skin was also a pale yellow, and her eyes a solid black. She had been Andais's personal healer for more years than I remembered.

She gave a lovely curtsey and said, «I would be honored to tend the princess.»

«Yes, yes,» the queen said and waved it away, as if it were a given and Fflur had had no real choice.

Chains had been brought, and Miniver screamed as they shackled her. It was cold iron, and her hands of power would not work while she wore it. Goblins handle base metal better than the sidhe, probably because it interferes with magic more than the strength of arm.

«Take her, Darkness. Go.» She turned and began to walk back toward her throne.

It was only when Sholto realized we were leaving for the night that he came to the doors. «The duty of the sluagh is to protect the queen, but when our bargain is done, we will also protect you.» It was almost an apology for not having helped more tonight. Sholto is young for a king, under four hundred, and it keeps him more humble than most.

«I will not be striking any bargains with anyone tonight,» I said.

«That is as well, I would not leave the queen's side this night.» He glanced back at her. «The sluagh stand with Andais, and there are still those sitting here who need to be reminded of that.»

He was right, and I was suddenly more tired than I could manage. I wanted no more politics tonight. No more games. My arm throbbed, sending sharp, shooting pains through my body like small knives. The muscles in it seemed to have a life of their own, dancing and twitching involuntarily. I fought not to cry out with the pain, for that was weakness, too, among the sidhe.

Fflur touched the arm lightly, and made a small tsk ing sound. «You've torn the muscles, and the ligaments that bind your bones. Dislocated, as well. The damage to the soft tissues will be harder to heal than bone.» She shook her head, and made that faint tsk ing sound again.

«Can she be healed tonight?» Ash asked.

Fflur looked at the goblin as if she wouldn't answer, then did. «No, not tonight. She is part human, and that makes her healing slower.»

Ash grinned at me. «Then we will leave you for tonight, Princess. I think we should stay and hear what else happens tonight.»

«As you please,» I said, and truly did not care what they did. I was fast approaching the point where the pain was all I could concentrate on. Soon nothing else would matter, and my world would narrow down to the pain. I liked a little pain in the right context, but I couldn't turn this to pleasure. This was just going to hurt.

We left the great hall to the sounds of voices, as the Unseelie began to murmur among themselves. It would be interesting to see how long it took this night's work to reach the ears of the King of Light and Illusion in the Seelie Court. I was due in two days to be at a banquet in my honor at his court. Two days to heal. Two days to finish my alliance with the sluagh and the goblins. Two days didn't seem enough time for all that.



CHAPTER 34

Fflur was enamored of the healing spring. She made me drink a cup of the cool, clear water, and the pain lessened. She stripped me down and bathed the arm in the water. It didn't heal immediately, but the muscles stopped jumping and fighting, and the pain went from a sharp stabbing to a dull ache. I could live with an ache, could sleep with an ache.

The queen's room had been cleaned while we were gone. How the white ladies had gotten rid of all that blood, I didn't know, and perhaps I didn't want to know.

Galen helped me out of the rest of my clothes. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears. He leaned in and touched his lips to my forehead. «I thought I'd lost you today.» I reached for him, but he moved away. «No, Merry, I'll do first watch. If you hold me, I'll cry, and that's so unmanly.» He tried to make a joke of it, but it didn't quite work. I thought there was more going on than simply worry about what had happened, but I was in no shape to chase him down and make him tell the truth.

Doyle curled his nude body around me in the center of the queen's huge bed. It was larger than a king-size bed. I'd coined the term orgy-size, but never to the queen's face.