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Authors: Maria Lima

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My muscles tensed, hands immediately forming fists, ready to throw down, to toss fire, fury and lightning. I was
very
good at the lightning—and mage fire, the kind that burns forever until its fuel is no more than ash. My great-great-granny and her minions had taught me well.

A cool palm against my forearm slowed me down. I didn’t have to look to know it was Adam—his saner head prevailing.

“What does this mean?” He wasn’t addressing me. I knew that. I settled a bit, my ruffled feathers smoothing as I listened to his voice—deceptively calm and quiet. Underneath, his true anger seethed.

He’d gone allover vampire, outward expression blank as a bare concrete wall and as emotional as a porcelain doll—and just about that creepy. Didn’t bother me though. I’d seen it, was used to it. The fact that he’d stopped me irked a bit. Though, in reality, I knew I couldn’t actually let loose. We had a reception hall full of people who’d just sworn oaths to me, as Kelly clan heir and to Adam as my Consort and ruler in his own right as vampire king and heir to the High King of the Unseelie Court. Shit. Almost incestuous if you looked at the myriad ways we were all connected. Those connections were
exactly what my scheming clan chieftain had intended. Minerva freaking Kelly, great-great-grandmother and matriarch of the Kelly clan and my mentor.

On the other side of the family equation: my mother, Branwen ferch Arianrhod, whom I damned to whatever levels of hell I could imagine. She was the one who’d triggered this beauty of a dilemma by handing me a rolled up parchment. Innocuous in itself, but chock-full-o’nuts—if nuts were a traditional Sidhe Challenge. Exactly what it entailed, I still didn’t know, but it couldn’t be good. They never were. At my mother’s side, Gideon, once a person I’d loved, until he’d shown me his darker nature—and no doubt the actual instigator of said Challenge. Adam’s father, Drystan ap Tallwch, High King of the Unseelie Court, also father to Gideon—unknown quantity. Did he side with his younger son or his heir? Gideon’s new wife, the very pregnant Aoife ferch Angharad, daughter and heir to Angharad, High Queen of the Seelie Court—safe to bet she’d support her husband. A smattering of courtiers, most of them nameless, but all from my mother’s court. People I vaguely recognized.

All about us stood our guests, assorted fey from all over the Southwest: ariels and hellhounds, werewolves and sprites. Even Old Joe, a changeling I’d run across recently who’d been returned to his fey family. Most of them just watched us, a few smug expressions acknowledging the absolute deliciousness of this standoff. Others mingled around the ales, wines, and other spirits freely given and shared. Fucking politics. A pox on all our bloody houses for this… this whatever this was.

I remained silent, staring. Adam removed his hand from my arm as I relaxed a bit. None of us spoke. None
of us moved. Niko and Tucker’s tension felt like high-tension wires strumming a song of violence, just waiting to be released.

My mother took a step back, her outstretched hand wavered a smidge as she realized I wasn’t planning to take the parchment from her hand.

I smirked as I did a quick mental calculation. Three of them against whom? All of us? But wait, perhaps others would side with them. Would Drystan side with Gideon? With Adam? Would he remain neutral?

“Father?” Adam seemed to read my mind as he prompted Drystan in the continued silence of my mother’s renewed haughty glare. Part of me was a little relieved to see it, to see what I’d so long recalled. I’d hated her my entire life, then visions I’d had this past spring seemed to indicate that perhaps she hadn’t been as evil or uncaring as I’d remembered. Was she who I thought she was? Who I’d remembered? Or was she truly sorry to have given me up?

Tonight’s actions so far seemed to indicate my long-held perception had been correct. She’d walked into our Reception alongside Gideon and claimed Challenge on behalf of my former lover and Adam’s half-brother. By doing so, she’d declared for him, had picked sides. Was this truly her stand or something required of her by her queen and cousin, ruler of the Seelie Sidhe court and the very person who’d sentenced me to a life Above—away from half of my heritage?

Drystan, tall, dark, and just as handsome as both his sons, stepped forward, pushing past my mother with a grimace on his face. “I knew nothing of this, my son.” He bowed, low to the ground, a gesture from one subservient to his superior. I nearly laughed aloud—not
in joy but at the absurdity of his charade. Bows and scrapes galore like dogs baring their bellies to the acknowledged alpha? No, not so much. In this subset of the crowd, we were
all
Alphas—all rulers of some sort or another, or the designated Protectors of such. Oh wait, except for Gideon, who was only related by blood to us all. Okay, wow. Not even
Dynasty
got this twisted, did it? This was more Jerry Springer material.

“No, he most certainly did not.” Gideon, still pompous, crossed his arms, a petulant pout on his face. “I don’t need our father,
Brother
,” he sneered at Adam. “Nor do I need the Unseelie Court. My wife and our child—”


Your
child?” Drystan straightened out of his bow, his posture stiff. “She’s near eight months gone with child, Gideon. You’ve been Changed a scant four of those months. You expect us to accept—”

“Accept what you will.” My mother broke her own silence. “My cousin, the Queen acknowledges this child as his father’s blood and her daughter’s husband’s seed.”

“This kid is going to be her
heir
?” I made an attempt to step forward, once again stopped by a slight pressure from Adam’s hand, which had returned to my arm. “Lady, you’ve let your mother pass you over?” I directly addressed the beautiful woman who stood silent next to Gideon. In principle, a protocol faux pas as we’d not yet exchanged formal greeting, but whatever. My Kelly cranky trumped Sidhe politicking any day.

“Accepted? I requested it,” Aoife said, her voice bored as her expression denoted. “I wish no part of Sidhe politics.”

“And how’s that working out for you?” I muttered under my breath. My brother Tucker chuckled, his
hearing too good not to catch my not-so-quiet asides. “You really think you can avoid it?” I rephrased my question and spoke louder. “Gideon as your husband, your child heir to the Seelie Sidhe throne? I’ve no doubt you’re already hip deep in politics and intrigue.”

Aoife raised a languid hand and made a slow waving motion, as if dismissing the very idea. “My husband may play Court to his heart’s desire,” she answered. “I shall retire with my ladies and spend my life away, secluded. I prefer a simpler life.”

Away? What the hell? She came to
Texas
to get away from her
mother
? Seriously not what I’d expected her to say, but hey, I could relate. I began to ask about the Challenge, hoping for some explanation, but Adam preempted me.

“Then why challenge us, lady?” he asked gently. “A simple request would not have gone unheard.”

Gideon took a step toward us. I did what I could to hang on to my raging emotions, trying not to give in to my instinctive urge to just beat the ever-living shit out of him. How
dare
he come here and do this? Simple jealousy? That didn’t make any sense.

His words echoed my thoughts. “Brother, do you truly believe that if I’d come here with my bride, my child about to be born, that our cousin, our
lover
would have allowed you to grant us access to the caves? To our lands Below this ground?” With a sweep of a hand, he knelt, his posture formal. “I beg of you, allow us this Challenge, so this may be settled within our traditions.”

I gritted my teeth against the outburst I felt trying to force its way from my lips. “Our lover,” indeed. “Challenge is a long way from a simple request,
Cousin
,” I said. “There are many territories within the Americas if
you felt the need to be on this continent. Why this one?”
Why my turf?
is what I was truly asking. This just didn’t make sense outside of some twisted need for Gideon to best me. I don’t think he’d yet realized how little I cared what he did as long as he left me out of it.

“We wish to establish our base here,” my mother said. “Because the door to Faery in this location has been closed too long. We shall reopen it, revitalize it. Make our way in the new world.”

“The ‘new world’ isn’t all that new anymore, Branwen,” I said. “Modern humans populated this land centuries ago.”

“A held breath and time for a few thoughts. Nothing more.” My mother eyed me up and down. “You are still young, Keira, and despite your ties to the Kelly clan, you are still half Sidhe. Half Seelie. You belong with us as much as you belong with them.”

“I belong wherever the bloody hell I wish to belong,” I spat, trembling in my anger. “And that is as far from you and yours as I can physically go. You want this? Well, then—” I swallowed a yelp as Adam’s grip tightened.

“We shall review your terms of Challenge and respond as per protocol,” he said. “In the meantime, we declare Truce.” He nodded and Niko stepped forward to take the parchment from my mother’s hand.

Terms of Challenge? Shit. I had no idea what Adam meant. Frankly, I was totally bluffing all of this. I’d heard of Challenge, but only in a learning-about-history way, something vague and well in the past. Sidhe traditions weren’t taught in much detail in Kelly-land, other than in passing and as something that happened to other people. Adam should know, though. He had
to. After all, he was the firstborn son and heir of the king of the Unseelie Court. Despite Gideon’s Change and the revelation that he was Drystan’s son by a Kelly woman, just as I was Branwen’s daughter sired by Huw Kelly, Adam remained his father’s heir, though a Sidheturned-vampire prince was far beyond tradition.

Adam bowed to Gideon, a short obeisance, courtesy only. “Truce, my brother?”

Gideon remained still, gaze fixed on us both, face tight with some emotion or another. I used to could to read him, but no longer. As I waited for his answer, I suddenly remembered we had a room full of guests. Guests that seemed weirdly silent. I glanced to my right. Couples danced to music I couldn’t hear, small groups mingled, exchanging silent conversation. It was if I’d pushed the mute button on a TV remote. Why weren’t we still surrounded by avid eavesdroppers anxious for a breath of scandal that they’d then take back to their own people? Rumor and gossip were like pure cold water in a Texas drought to most supernatural clans. We all tended to live longer than most humans, leading to ennui and the need for fresh information, new data. But not a one of them appeared to even notice us. Even the group that had been standing near us watching had dispersed.

“We accept Truce,” Gideon finally said, returning Adam’s bow. Gideon’s gesture was just short of rude, if you cared about picking nits. I’d drilled for ages on the variations on a Courtly bow—how to do it, how long, and how deep were skills taught to every Kelly child, practiced until we knew every iota of this unspoken visual language, every subtle cue. I’d never cared about it, but I knew how to read bows. Gideon had stopped
short of a “fuck you.” I bristled, about to respond, my surroundings once again forgotten.

“Until we meet again, brother.” Gideon stepped back and took his bride’s arm.

“Until Lughnasa,” Adam countered with a nod of acknowledgment. Five weeks from now. The next holiday and, perhaps not coincidentally, my birthday. I’d turn thirty-eight that day, after one hell of a year. Guess after what we’d all been through the past eight or nine months, I should’ve expected that I couldn’t start my rule peacefully.

If I had to guess from his smug expression, Gideon had
expected
Adam to ask for Truce—which I knew was a formal declaration that a Challenge get tabled until the next high holiday. Why? Was he not ready for this Challenge, either? Of course the answer to that depended on the actual words and rules set forth. Everything I knew about Sidhe formal Challenges could fit into less than half a thimble—confused tales mixed up with Disney and the Little Golden Books of my childhood.

Adam gestured outward. “Now that we’ve settled, please go eat, drink, be merry.”

“For tomorrow, we fight,” I muttered.

CHAPTER TWO
 

“Life’s challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they’re supposed to help you discover who you are.”

—Bernice Johnson Reagon

 

W
ith an audible pop, the noise and chatter of the crowd intruded on our little bubble. I belatedly realized that we’d been inside some sort of privacy pocket. Had I unconsciously isolated us? Or was it someone else’s doing?

Just before turning away to accompany Aoife, my mother nodded to me, a weird roll of her head seeming to indicate that she’d been the one to produce the silence bubble. I returned her nod with one of my own. A silent acknowledgment tinged with grudging thanks. I should’ve realized it myself. I was glad, though, that we hadn’t aired our dirty political linen to those who’d sworn fealty to us. No need to undermine our position. Not that we had any intent to play rulers in the traditional sense. Neither Adam nor I had any taste whatsoever for that kind of life. We’d be there for them. We’d help when necessary, but for all intents and purposes, each clan could do its own thing. Only if they intruded on us would we intervene.

Adam squeezed my hand and led me away, motioning to Tucker and Niko to follow. Gideon and his cronies had melted into the crowd. I caught a glimpse of Old Joe, former trash man, who’d recently discovered his true heritage as a Changeling fey child thanks to me. Joe nodded and smiled at me, then turned back to his conversation with a cute dark-skinned woman dressed in moss greens and browns. A hamadryad, I thought. One of many representatives we’d met tonight. All of them ours, oathsworn and bonded. Our people. Sobering thought, that.

“So what are these Challenge rules?” Tucker piped up as soon as we’d maneuvered our way past the majority of the crowd and to the back of the room.

Niko handed the rolled parchment to him. “Would you care to do the honors, love?”

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