Lie Down with Dogs

by Hailey Edwards

  All the women stared openly, and the gray men ate the attention up with a spoon. Otherwise, why wear skintight black swim briefs more at home in Europe than in Florida, where the boardshorts style was the norm? Oh yeah. They knew what those skimpy briefs did to women. Between a grunting selkies-versus-selkies volleyball game and guys evening out their nonexistent tan lines, I was shocked that no one had drowned while gawking.

  I bet these guys knew CPR. They were probably certified in mouth to, well, everything.

  Mai’s voice was dreamy. “Why would they ever cover up those bodies with seal skins?”

  The same reason they removed them. They were of each world and belonged wholly to neither.

  I could relate.

  “Legend says if you hide a selkie’s skin or take one from the sea, they die of broken hearts.”

  “I bet I could kiss it and make it better.”

  “They’re half seal, Mai. You don’t kiss away half of someone’s identity.”

  She bumped her hip into mine. “Don’t ruin my love-conquers-all fantasies for me.”

  I dusted the conversation off my hands. “Fantasize away.”

  Let her imagination run wild, as long as I didn’t have front-row seats for the sappy movie playing out in her head.

  “They aren’t mingling much,” I observed.

  Gray men sightings were rare, and rarer still in warm waters. These outings served a purpose. The kind of purpose best served by endless supplies of bikini-clad humans with lowered inhibitions.

  The crowd of gathering women was ripe for picking, so why weren’t they being plucked?

  “Now that you mention it, they were flirting earlier, but I didn’t see any, um, you know.”

  “Splashing and dashing?” I supplied. “Reeling and dealing?”

  Her mouth fell open like I didn’t have her to thank for half my repertoire of immaturity.

  I tapped her chin, and her teeth clicked. “Watch out. They might take it as an invitation.”

  She rubbed her cheeks to hide her blush. “I can’t even with you right now.”

  “Back again?” a paper-thin voice rattled.

  My gaze hit on the umbrella, and I noticed a stoop-backed man sitting underneath it.

  “Now, now,” Mai chided. “You boys don’t have a monopoly on the beach.”

  His hand gripped the thick pole and twisted. “Don’t we?”

  Mai cut me a confused look. Clearly, this wasn’t the welcome she expected. I jerked my head toward the hotel. She lifted a finger, asking for a minute.

  “Did I misstep before?” She circled to stand in front of the man. “If I did, I apologize.”

  The mesmerizing spinning stopped. “You brought her.”

  I stepped forward. “Her has a name.”

  “You should not have come back, little fox.” He shifted his grip higher on the pole. “The others will scent your friend. Death is not welcome in our midst.”

  “In that case, we’ll be on our way.” I waved at Mai. “Come on.”

  The man shook his head. “It’s too late.”

  The Adonises we had admired earlier converged on us while we chatted with the elder.

  Fingertips brushed my elbow, a reassurance from Righty. A reminder he could get me out if I wanted to go. Good to know, but no way was I leaving Mai trapped behind the wall of agitated man-seals. Instead, I waded through muscular bodies and stood by her side, placing us between the old man and the sea.

  “This is not a defensible position,” Lefty hissed in my ear.

  To keep his presence our little secret, I ignored him.

  From this angle I could see the elder’s face, and I had to admit the guy must have been hot in his day. He still had bone structure that drew the eye and radiated an alpha vibe that cowed his followers.

  So of course I stomped on social etiquette rather than dance around it. “What’s your problem?”

  He examined the waves behind us. “You are.”

  “I get that, but why? I haven’t hurt you or threatened you.” I added, “I’m here on vacation.”

  His lips curled. “Death takes a vacation?”

  “No, it doesn’t,” I answered truthfully. “But I’m not death. I’m just me.”

  I might be a portent thanks to my father, but his legacy didn’t define me.

  “Can you prove it?” His gaze lowered to the sand and refused to meet my eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

  A dangerous idea sparked, but I filed it under last resort. “I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else.” Nudges at my elbows told me both of my guards were ready to intervene if necessary. “We’re leaving now.”

  The man flicked his wrist as a wave crashed behind us. Cool water teased the backs of our heels and sucked us lower into the sand. Shadows loomed over us. Reinforcements. Great. The one nearest Mai wrapped a casual arm around her waist, but when she struggled, he brought her hard against him in an embrace she couldn’t wriggle out of.

  “You really don’t want to hurt her,” I told him.

  “We won’t harm the kitsune,” the old man replied. “If you prove yourself, then you may go.” He pointed to another selkie. “Invoke the perimeter spell. We don’t need humans seeing this.”

  I cocked an eyebrow at their preparedness. “What did you have in mind?”

  “A race,” he said with a flash of white teeth. “The winner decides the loser’s fate.”

  I ran every day. Okay, so every other day. I was in good shape, better since the princess thing began making me paranoid. Terrain would be key. Sand would bog me down and cost me the advantage. Assuming they didn’t opt for a swim-off, which if I were half-seal, would be my pick. Either way, it was a lose/lose proposition for me.

  This losing thing was getting old.

  I squinted at the elder. “The kitsune goes free either way?”

  “Yes.” The old man inclined his head. “She is welcome among us.”

  That was one point in my favor at least. “What are the rules of this race?”

  “You are the challenger, so you may choose either the weapon or the location.”

  Freaking monkeys. This was not the harmless afternoon of flirting I had planned, damn it.

  With a smug grin hitching his lips, he asked, “What is your preference?”

  I smiled blithely at him. “I defer the first choice to my opponent.”

  “Thierry...” Righty warned in my ear.

  “Let us end this now,” Lefty murmured.

  “I would prefer to part ways without violence,” I said to them through tight lips. “We wait.”

  “An interesting choice,” the man allowed. “Kynon, step forward.”

  Possibly the most handsome man present came to my side and tipped his head.

  “Kynon is the swiftest among us,” the elder bragged. “The challenger has given you first choice. Take it.”

  “I choose location.” His voice was surprisingly soft. “I choose the Mother.”

  I shook my head. “Surprise, surprise. A selkie choosing sea over land.”

  “It is a mercy I offer you,” he said. “I will end this quickly.”

  My heart stuttered. “This is a race to the death?”

  “You are death.” A pucker appeared between his eyebrows. “There is only one end for you.”

  “Kynon has chosen,” the instigator called. “Choose your weapon.”

  A slow grin spread over my face. “I can have any item I want to protect myself?”

  His nod was regal. “Yes.”

  Last resort, here I come.

  I lowered the boom. “Then I choose your skin.”

  For the first time since I’d arrived, he looked right at me. Horror shone bright in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what his hang-up with death was, or how he sensed I was a portent, but his shock told me I had reaffirmed his worst fears, proving myself evil beyond measure and in need of being put down.

  Jerking his chin up, the elder gestured toward Kynon. “He will retrieve my pelt
from the vault.”

  My opponent strode toward the waves, dove into the water and disappeared.

  Mai, who had stopped resisting her attack-hugger huffed. “Now what?”

  “Now we wait.”

  The man reached out beside him and began twirling the umbrella.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kynon took his sweet time. Left unprotected, my skin began to burn. I had a bottle of sunscreen in my messenger bag, but the gray men had taken that an hour ago after they caught me arguing with Righty under my breath and decided I must be crazy or was activating a pre-mixed hex.

  They gave my paltry spellwork skills way too much credit.

  “How are you holding up?” I called to Mai.

  The old man had taken pity on her and allowed her to share in the shade of his umbrella.

  Not a euphemism.

  “You’re going from lobster to fire hydrant.” She glared at the elder. “Can I bring her water?”

  He shook his head. “She will soon have all the water she desires.”

  I flashed him a nasty smile. “Salt water that will dehydrate me more if I drink it.”

  He spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

  A frustrated growl jerked the nearby gray men into high alert.

  Oh.

  That was me.

  “When you are finished being stubborn,” Righty said, “we will handle the situation.”

  “You say handle, but what I hear is slaughter.” I sighed. “You can’t kill this many Seelie.”

  As precarious as my position was on the throne, a misstep of this magnitude would topple me. If a murderous faux pas got me off the queenly hook, I would consider taking a header, but it wouldn’t. The only thing it would earn me was a knife in the back once Rook dragged me to Faerie.

  “You are learning,” Lefty remarked. “That response was almost diplomatic.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him, which meant I was mocking thin air.

  Smooth. Real smooth.

  Behind me, waves slapped the shore, and cooling waters frothed around my ankles.

  The old man’s spine stiffened. “You brought it, then?”

  “I did.” Kynon’s voice rose from over my shoulder.

  From his seat in the sand, the old man made a gesture in the air. “Let it be done.”

  Kynon came to my side, clutching the fur tight in his hands. “What will you do with this?”

  A knowing smile curled my lips. Sweet confirmation. He had no idea. Not who I was or what I was about to do. These guys picked up on my portent vibes somehow, but his ignorance was proof they hadn’t specifically targeted me. Good. That made this business.

  Business I could handle.

  I wrested the gray lump from his grip. “Why don’t I show you?”

  Exhaling through my teeth, I focused on the skin and let myself sink inside its residual memories. With my hold on its identity secured, I draped the skin down my back, pulling its eye slits over mine. Magic shimmied over my body, twisting me into a more compact shape. Down and down I went, until my soft belly rested on the hot sand. Thick whiskers flicked when I twitched my nose. Shifting side to side, I thumped my meaty hind flippers and barked at Kynon.

  His head swung between me and the old man, who shot to his feet.

  “What manner of creature are you?” he demanded.

  I barked again. Speaking while shifted was still a work in progress.

  He shook a gnarled finger at my face. “Do not mock me.”

  Mai rose slowly. “She can’t talk once she’s shifted.”

  The elder spun on her. “Is she a shifter, then?”

  She extended a hand and wobbled it. “Not exactly.”

  “What manner of creature is she?” he repeated.

  She leaned around him and looked to me for permission. I made a strangled cough.

  That must have been enough for Mai. “She’s the Black Dog’s daughter.”

  This time the strangled noise came from his throat. “Macsen Sullivan’s child?”

  “He’s the only Black Dog I know of.” She huffed. “Well, except for Tee.”

  His knees buckled before they gave, and he hit the sand near me. “You’re the princess.”

  Cough-bark-cough.

  Mai plopped onto the sand near me. “I think she’s wondering if the race to the death is still on.”

  “I offer my humble apologies, Princess Thierry.” He bowed low before me. “I only sought to protect my people. I meant no offense, Highness.”

  Figuring it was safe to let go of the skin, I did, or tried to. I had sunk so deep into its memories, I was loath to be parted from the Mother, the sea, reluctant to walk as men did in this hot, dry place.

  Mai stroked the length of my spine and whispered, “It’s safe to come out now.”

  Her touch, her voice, shocked my own memories to the forefront of my brain, and I released the skin with a shudder, peeling it off while magic crackled and stood my hairs on end.

  “Next time—” I coughed into my fist, “—have a reason before you attack someone, okay?”

  “Death has not been kind to us.” His lips flattened. “We are picked off, one by one, year by year.”

  “If you’re this aggressive to outsiders, I can see why.” I passed him his pelt. “I have never seen gray men, but legends of your people’s beauty lured me down to the shore. I was curious.” I paused when his papery hand brushed mine. “I offered you and yours no insult, and yet you challenged me.”

  “We must protect ourselves against your kind.”

  “Wait.” I rubbed my forehead. “You thought because I was a death portent that I would, what, kill you? For no reason?”

  He returned my frown. “It is the nature of a portent to announce death, is it not?”

  I couldn’t fault his logic. That was how the portent business worked. Back in Faerie, if you saw Mac coming for you, you knew you were as good as dead. My presence wasn’t as commanding or as damning. I didn’t know my father to comment on his intentions, but I approached each situation with hope I could leave with a suspect in custody. Not dried out, rolled up and tucked under my arm.

  Magic like mine fed on death, on the souls of the condemned.

  Hungry days were good days. They kept me honest.

  The burn in my gut had increased since returning from Faerie. Maybe because I was using more magic these days? The non-lethal kind. The skin-walking trick was cool, but it would get me killed if I didn’t get a handle on it and soon. My transition time sucked, and without my runes, I was just a half-fae girl with a nifty parlor trick. If Righty hadn’t intervened with Herbert, the perverted djinn might have dry-humped me to death—or worse—before I sprouted hands to fend him off.

  And I did not want to die wearing a dollar-store thong and the dried sweat of a teenager.

  Swaying on my feet, I wobbled as one of the pelt’s memories surfaced until the hazy images coalesced into one crystalline remembrance.

  “When I wore the pelt, I saw a giant black bird swooping low over the sand. It poached the skins from your people when they come ashore to shift and mate.” Other flashes of insight followed. “The bird can’t catch them at sea,” I said dazedly. “Selkies must shift to human on dry land. It waits until they’re pink-skinned and helpless. Then it snaps their fragile necks in its crooked beak.”

  The elder glanced at Kynon then back to me. “I— Yes.”

  Not just any black bird, either. “The Morrigan.”

  Frail as he appeared, the old man’s voice raged with the force of his anger. “Yes.”

  “I have to ask.” Though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. “Can you sense her in me?”

  “Yes.” His forehead creased. “You carry something of her magic in you.”

  For a panicked second, I thought he sensed some cosmic marker Rook had implanted in me, and I was primed to scratch off the topmost layer of my skin to remove it at any cost. I am not his. Then it hit me, and my hand shot to my throat.

 
“Not in me.” I lifted the silver charm I never removed. “On me.”

  Gamely, he held out his hand. “May I?”

  “Sure.” I leaned forward so he could inspect it. It was too valuable to remove. I couldn’t risk losing it.

  Wrinkled fingers tapped the triquetra stamped into the metal. “What is this?”

  “All marshals are issued these pendants,” I explained. “They allow us to summon the Morrigan. When arrests go bad, we call her to consume the remains so there’s nothing left for humans to find.”

  “Are all of them so strong?”

  I bit down on the inside of my cheek. No, they weren’t. Not even close, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

  An ear-piercing yowl shifted his attention off me, and I used the distraction to reclaim my necklace.

  I shielded my eyes from the sun and peered toward the boardwalk leading from our condo onto the beach. “What is he doing here?”

  Mai shielded her eyes from the sun. “Diode?”

  My bobcat-sized kitty stiffly picked his way across the sand, swiping at anyone who dared look his way twice. His neon gaze collided with mine, and his ears swiveled backward.

  Uh-oh.

  His splotchy fur stood on end by the time he reached us. His whiskers shot forward, and he spat at the sea.

  “What is that?” the old man asked.

  “He’s a friend,” I said, stretching out my hand toward Diode.

  “Don’t touch him.” Mai popped my wrist. “Any more stress and—”

  “—he’ll explode to regular size like a feline piñata,” I finished.

  “You have been standing on the shore, surrounded by these gray men for several hours now.” A snarl curled Diode’s upper lip. “I must assume, therefore, that you have seen all you came to see and that you are ready to return to your rooms?” His tail bristled as he squared off with the old man. “It’s a mercy that her guard alerted me when he did. Had she been harmed by your hand, I would have peeled the flesh from your bones and gifted her with both your skins.”

  The old man’s spine stiffened. “I will not be threatened, Old One.”