Grave Memory

by Kalayna Price

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  Author: Kalayna Price

  It was the damn doors.

  The first time I’d visited the VIP section of the Bloom, I hadn’t realized the significance of signing the ledger—on both sides of the door—and signing out again. That was a mistake. One I paid for by losing three days in the mortal realm while only an hour or two passed in the Bloom.

  Now we meticulously signed the ledgers every visit, but the doors were still unpredictable. Usually we’d emerge only moments after entering, regardless of how much time we spent inside. Sometimes the amount of time that passed in the Bloom corresponded relatively equally to the time in the mortal realm—knowing precisely how close they lined up was impossible as watches weren’t feasible when time rarely lined up properly. Gaining extra hours was great, and equal time was fair, but on a couple of occasions, time in the mortal realm had accelerated and passed much faster than that in the Bloom.

  That was the real reason we’d missed dinner with Tamara last week. We walked in the Bloom at six, spent roughly forty-five minutes inside, and walked out to find it midnight. At least it was the same day. That wasn’t the first time either. A week earlier Holly had missed a morning court date—which was why she was on the DA’s shit list. It was also why she skipped breakfast now when she had morning trial.

  I thought at first that we’d done something wrong, but no, the damn door was just finicky and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The fact we weren’t allowed to talk about the Bloom hiding the door to Faerie didn’t help, as that meant Holly was left scrambling for excuses. I wished I could offer her some solution, or even a suggestion, but I had nothing. Hell, I was barely dealing with my own issues with Faerie.

  A light click-clack of approaching hooves sounded as a faun carried a tray laden with food to our table. He first placed a platter in the center of the table. The aroma of roasted lamb, spices, and rosemary wafted up from it, making my mouth water. The faun then set down steamed asparagus stalks, followed by a stack of sticky buns. When he started passing out plates, it took all my willpower to lift one gloved hand and wave mine away. Rianna claimed it with a quick “for Desmond” and a gesture to the barghest. The server only shrugged, like he didn’t care one way or the other. He set down several tall, waxed leather flagons and placed a pitcher on the table. Then, without a single word, he turned and clip-clopped away.

  “So what’s tonight’s lie?” Holly asked, dropping her hands to look at the small feast laid out across the table. Whereas I had to resist sneaking a bite, Holly picked up a thick slice of lamb and dangled it between two fingers at arm’s length as if the oh-so-tender-looking meat were a sweaty sock or dead rat.

  I sighed. After we’d lost half the morning two weeks ago—and Holly had lost the respect of her boss—she’d decided, illegal or not, she’d sneak Faerie food out of the Bloom. Not a lot, of course, just enough so that she’d have some options, be able to snack in the middle of the night, and maybe eat lunch at work once in while. Sneaking out food was an idea we’d discussed on multiple occasions, but Caleb had vehemently vetoed even the suggestion.

  But Caleb wasn’t there the night Holly had gotten the equivalent of a demotion. She was devastated and desperate, so I’d helped her smuggle out the food.

  The thing no one ever told either of us about Faerie food? The reason that, more than being illegal, it was taboo to take it into the mortal realm? That’s because Faerie food is real only inside Faerie.

  The second we stepped foot into the mortal realm the roasted chicken and the half dozen sweet rolls turned into toadstools. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, they almost instantly browned and shriveled into squishy, foul smelling fungus.

  After that Holly had sworn off Faerie food. Completely. She’d claimed she would rather starve to death than eat glamoured toadstools. And she gave it a damn good try. She made it four days on nothing but water before Caleb finally convinced her that she had to eat. Now she did so with reluctance, as if she saw those toadstools regardless what delicious-looking dish the server set in front of her.

  Holly glanced at me. “Will you at least look at it?”

  And by “look” she meant See, as in through glamour. I pressed a gloved finger against my lips. The fact I could see through—and even break—almost any glamour wasn’t a well-known fact. Folklore was full of stories about the fae putting out the eyes of those who could pierce glamour. I assumed it was less of an issue now that I was fae, but I didn’t like taking chances.

  Not that I wasn’t going to look. I’d just appreciate a little more discretion. I cracked my shield of vines, simultaneously raising the new opaque bubble I’d been forging. As best as Caleb was able to explain it, the Bloom was a pocket of Faerie, but not truly a part of Faerie. It was more of a bleed-over zone for the doors between the two realms. That said, it was still more Faerie than not, but small amounts of planes that existed only on the mortal realm bled into the pocket, like a thin layer of the land of the dead and a few wisps from the Aetheric plane—neither of which existed in Faerie proper. So when I looked at the room on a psyche level only the smallest patina of gray filled my vision, and the fae constructed tables and chairs remained whole, undamaged.

  But as interesting as I always found that, it wasn’t the reason I was peering at the world through my psyche. I wasn’t sure if it was my planeweaving ability or the natural growth of my sensitivity to magic as the fae in me emerged, but when I opened my mind I could see magic and spells as well as see through glamour to the truth underneath. What I couldn’t see through was glamour that reality had accepted as real and so became not just believable, but true.

  I had no doubt that the food had started as glamour, but Faerie had fully embraced it, and the feast spread across the table was real—even if it hadn’t always been.

  “It’s exactly what it looks like,” I said, snapping my shields closed.

  Holly nodded but stared at her plate another moment before taking a deep breath and picking up one of the sticky buns. She nibbled on the edge, as if testing to make sure it really was what it appeared to be.

  I’d been so busy trying to convince Holly to eat that I hadn’t noticed the drop of noise in the room as the patrons leaned close, keeping their heads down and murmuring instead of joking boisterously with goblets and flagons raised. That is, I didn’t notice until Desmond pawed my leg, a quiet but menacing growl escaping his throat.

  Then I noticed. Big time. The ambiance of the room hadn’t turned frightened, which meant it wasn’t a FIB agent causing the change, but it was definitely cautious.

  Not that I had trouble spotting the man who’d caused the disturbance. His hair shimmered like crystal in the ethereal glow that emanated from somewhere under his pale skin as he strolled through the bar. He moved with the air of someone who thought all those he passed were beneath him, or perhaps, were there for his amusement. While the patrons didn’t meet his eyes, many looked up after he passed and stared at the Sleagh Maith, who was enchantingly beautiful without his glamour. But he knew exactly how good he looked, which in my opinion, made him far less attractive. As did the fact I knew who he was.

  Ryese. The Winter Queen’s nephew.

  I ducked my head, hoping he wouldn’t spot me, but it was too late. He walked straight toward our table.

  “Good morrow to you, Lexi,” he said, using the obnoxious nickname the Winter Queen had given me after deciding, in her words, that Alex was too dreadfully masculine.

  “It’s evening, Reeses. ” Yeah, okay, intentionally mispronouncing his name just because he used a nickname I hated was childish. Sue me.

  Ryese glanced up at the canopy of branches where the roof of the bar should have been. Enough light filtered through the glossy leaves to show that despite the fact dusk had fallen in the mortal realm as we entered the bar, in the Bloom the sun was in the eastern part of the sky. I didn’t bother explaining myself.

  “May I join you?” Ryese a
sked, moving Holly’s stack of research.

  “No,” I said at the same time both Holly and Rianna said, “Yes. ”

  Ryese smiled, taking the seat opposite me. “Quite a feast they’ve laid out for you. And yet, once again, you are not eating. ”

  It wasn’t a question, and I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t hungry, so I simply ignored him. I was much more concerned with the fact that both Holly and Rianna were staring at Ryese like he was the last source of oxygen in the world and they needed to be near him to live.

  Crap, they’re bespelled.

  The sad part? I doubted he’d done it intentionally. As a race, the Sleagh Maith were a lot like the ever-blooming amaranthine flowers: so pretty you couldn’t help looking at them, but the more you looked, the more caught up you became. I clearly hadn’t inherited that particular trait, but Ryese possessed it in spades.

  At my side, Desmond nudged Rianna’s knee. When she didn’t react, he nudged her stomach, first gently, but when that didn’t work, hard enough to knock the air out of her. She blinked, gasping for breath, and then looked around, as if she’d forgotten where she was. Desmond gave a soft whine and she blinked again.

  She swore under her breath. I caught only bits of it, but what I could make out was very unflattering toward Sleagh Maith in general and Ryese in particular. I didn’t take it personally. Rianna lowered her gaze, locking it on the food in front of her and as far from the glimmering fae as possible. She curled her fingers in the hair on Desmond’s nape as if the barghest could keep her grounded. Then she very pointedly ignored Ryese.

  Not that he noticed. This wasn’t the first time he’d crashed my dinner, and more than once he’d made it clear he regarded changelings as little more than ornamental furniture.

  Was it obvious I didn’t like the guy? The fact he’d carelessly bespelled two of my best friends didn’t improve my opinion of him.

  Unfortunately, Holly didn’t have a fae guardian to bring her around. I called her name, once, twice, a third time. She didn’t notice. Of course, she was closer to Ryese. Him sitting across from me put him directly beside Holly.