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The Art of Stealing Time t-2

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by Katie MacAlister


  “I know, but I’m just so impatient to hear it all.” Kiya gave them both a smile that was just as sunny as the living room. Gwen, who had her lap occupied by three squirming pug puppies, was too busy murmuring to them to notice. “Go ahead, Gregory.”

  “You cannot take them home,” he told Gwen quietly.

  “Sure I can. There are no quarantine laws in the States.”

  “You said you wanted to live in Wales, in order to take care of your mothers’ house. You said you loved that house. You said I would love it as well, and we’d both be happy there and make love in the bower, and I could open up an antiques shop in order to fund a lifestyle that you warned me will need ample resources.”

  “That doesn’t mean we can’t have dogs. Kiya said we could have a puppy.” Gwen looked up and Kiya nodded. “Besides, the UK relaxed its quarantine laws. We just have to wait three weeks now, so we can have our puppy settled by the time we go visit my moms.”

  “You seem like a very dog-friendly person, and I know Gregory is despite him being all Travellery and claiming they’re dirty and other ridiculous things like that,” Kiya told Gwen. “I would have no problem letting you have one of the puppies, but only if you finish explaining why no one realized that an old lady was really a bird.”

  Gregory laughed, and rejoiced in the sense of happiness that Gwen brought him. Not even the threat of a puppy keeping him up nights and, if he knew Gwen, snuggling in bed between them, could diminish his well-being. “We didn’t know because we were repeatedly told she was mortal, which in hindsight, was by design. Ethan’s mage brother who effected her exit from Anwyn—at Constance’s behest, no doubt, although she refuses to admit anything—did so in a manner that would defy detection by anyone looking for a bird, either in her natural or her human form.”

  “That’s why she was so helpful about getting us to Anwyn in the first place,” Gwen said. “Ethan’s rat bastard brother had enchanted her so that she appeared to be her actual age, which meant she was a helpless old lady stuck in care over the centuries, first by private individuals and later in nursing homes.”

  “But why didn’t she just go find Aaron once she made it there?”

  “She couldn’t.” Gwen glanced at him. He gave her an encouraging nod, unable to keep from trailing his fingers along the back of her neck. She shivered and sent him a steamy look that held much promise. “She wasn’t physically capable of it. She hoped that we’d bring him within her scope at some point, which is why she got so agitated when I was looking at the history of the bird and Aaron.”

  “Such a sad story, their separation. I don’t understand why Aaron hasn’t kicked out that evil ex-wife of his. I wouldn’t want the person who was responsible for making me so miserable around where she could cause more trouble.”

  “I don’t think Aaron will allow her to do more than take care of the castle vermin,” Gregory said, recalling just how furious Aaron had been once he knew the truth about Constance’s treatment of Mrs. Vanilla.

  “And that’s another thing—what’s with all the animals being humans?”

  “And trees, and bushes and shrubs, and even some flowers,” Gwen added. “You have to remember that in Anwyn, legends are more than just myths—most of them have a strong basis in fact. So if you find a handy mage to change you into human form, then whammo! You can be queen.”

  “Well, it’s all very fantastical, but I’m glad it turned out for the best for you.” Kiya looked anxious for a moment. “You’re sure Death isn’t going to come after you again for your moms’ transgression?”

  “He hasn’t mentioned it.”

  “I don’t believe he knows anything about what happened to the man who held the position before him, to be honest,” Gregory said. “He seems to be a fairly reasonable fellow. He deliberately swung wide when he could have struck Gwen down, which is why I didn’t blast him to kingdom come.”

  “Holly, however”—Gwen’s voice turned cold and brittle—“is another matter.”

  “My arm is fine, and you have no reason to be so angry anymore,” he told Gwen, bathed in the warmth of her love. Really, could she be any more adorable than she was when she was incensed about a few cuts and a dislocated shoulder? “She’s left Anwyn, and Aaron has ordered that she be barred from entering again. She poses no harm to anyone in our family.”

  “Speaking of family—” Kiya leaned into Peter. “We wanted to tell you—”

  “She’s here! Peter-ji, she is here!” A slim young man of Indian heritage burst into their room, followed by two pugs, one of which was obviously the mother of the puppies on Gwen’s lap. He turned to Gregory, asking, “It is the most exciting event, is it not? The esteemed grandmother of Peter-ji and yourself has traveled all this way to see you and your popsy. I have such a happy warm feeling thinking of this, and so I will go to the kitchen and make sure that the curry is of a most magnificent form for lunch.”

  Sunil bounced happily out of the room before anyone could reply.

  “I’ll get the door,” Peter said with a look at Gregory. “You stay here, love.”

  “I’d better put the puppies back in their room.” Kiya waited until Peter left before taking the three puppies from Gwen. “Mrs. Faa has a weakness for pugs, and the minute she sees my babies, she’ll want them all, and I so want you and Gregory to have at least one.”

  “Oooh.” Gwen’s face lit up. “Two pugs . . .”

  He sighed, knowing full well he was doomed.

  “Tell me again how that nice young man was actually a ball of light?” Gwen asked when Kiya carried the puppies out.

  “It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you after my grandmother meets you.”

  “OK, but I’m a bit nerv—”

  Gwen’s words stopped when the door was opened and a small, doubled-over woman hobbled into the room with a cane.

  “Wow. Déjà vu there for a second,” Gwen muttered. “She could be Mrs. Vanilla’s twin.”

  “I assure you, they are not the least bit alike. Puridaj,” he said, rising and bowing before holding out his hand for Gwen. “You look well. I take it your flight to Paris was without incident.”

  His grandmother’s sharp eyes took in everything at once—the apartment, Peter, himself, and Gwen.

  “Yes. This is the one?”

  Gwen stiffened, her fingers tightening painfully around his.

  “This is my fiancée, Gwenhwyfar Byron Owens,” he said, letting a note of steel enter his voice. He’d be damned if he would let his grandmother upset Gwen. “She is an alchemist.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Gwen lied. He knew just how worried she was about this meeting. Which was just one more adorable facet of her personality.

  “Hmm.” Lenore Faa considered Gwen silently. At last she turned her attention back to him. “What is this Peter says about you being kicked out of the Watch?”

  “He wasn’t kicked out,” Gwen said before he could answer, her eyes sparkling with anger. “He was just reprimanded. The two things aren’t even remotely alike, and even so, the reprimand was totally full of bunk. Gregory didn’t do one thing in Anwyn that invoked his official status as a member of the Watch, and for them to get bent out of shape just because he went in there to save me is beyond wrong. But he still has his job, although he has to report directly to his cousin’s boss now. Which really isn’t fair to Peter, either, because all Peter did was follow protocol and not enter Anwyn. It’s all ridiculous and too stupid for words, but the bottom line is that Gregory is still with the Watch. Just . . . er . . . more probationary than he was before. He’ll tell you.” She turned to him and waved toward his grandmother. “Go ahead. Explain it all to her.”

  He laughed and couldn’t keep from pulling her into his arms, where it was his opinion she belonged. “I don’t need to, dulcea mea. You just explained it all.”

  “I suppose I’ll have to give my blessing to this marriage as I did for Piotr and his bride,” his grandmother said, sitting down when Kiya came bac
k into the room, murmuring a welcome before she leaned against Peter. “Rehor has ever been precious to me, alchemist. I would have you cherish him as I have.”

  Gregory fought to keep the surprise from showing on his face, feeling that a moment of great importance was upon them, and it would behoove him to refrain from pointing out that he had never felt particularly cherished.

  “He’s pretty precious to me, too,” Gwen said with dignity.

  He simply could not love her more.

  “And my name is Gwen. I am an alchemist, but that is not my name.”

  No, he was wrong. He loved her more now that she talked back to his grandmother. She was perfect in every way. She had a large heart, a body that made him want to move mountains to keep her in his bed, and a character that had him on his knees with gratitude every morning.

  “I worship you,” he told her, pulling her into a kiss that he hoped would shock the dickens out of his staid grandmother.

  “As is right and proper,” she told him, laughing into his mouth when he put both his hands on her delectable ass.

  “The times, they are a-changing,” Kiya quoted, and smiled broadly when Peter put his arm around her. “And I hope you’re getting used to it, Mrs. Faa, because there is more change coming. Peter and I are going to have a baby next spring. And if the way Gregory and Gwen are going at it is anything to judge by, you may well have another great-grandbaby soon as well.”

  Gwen pulled back from his mouth, a startled look in her lovely eyes that slowly faded to speculation.

  “You can have two puppies,” he told her. “I’m just selfish enough to want you all to myself for a while before we start thinking of expanding the family.”

  “Deal,” she said with a grin, and pinched him on his butt before turning to join his grandmother in congratulations on the newest Traveller-to-be.

  “Rehor, Piotr, your cousin Sayer wished to me to pass along a message to you both. Against my wishes, and those of his father, he desires to join you in the Watch.” Lenore Faa closed her mouth tightly for a moment before continuing. “I do not agree with our people leaving the family and joining outsiders as you both have done. You know this, and I will not repeat my arguments. He threatens to leave our family despite this, so with many reservations, I have decided that if you give me your promises that you will guard your cousin against harmful influences, then I will allow him to join you.”

  Gregory met his cousin’s eyes across the women, and saw in them the same sense of wonder, pride, and satisfaction that he knew was in his. They had done something that no Traveller had done before—they had brought change to a people who had kept to themselves for centuries. And the warm, wonderful woman who pressed against his side was the result of that action.

  He grinned at his cousin. Life promised to be very, very good . . . for all of them.

  GLOSSARY

  Akashic League: The L’au-dela organization responsible for all things related to death, spirits, and connected beings.

  Alien Hand Syndrome: A condition wherein a person feels a lack of control over a hand or arm (i.e., that the limb has a life of its own).

  Amaethon ab Don: The traditional name of Ethan, a formerly mortal warrior who went to battle with Arawyn, king of the Underworld.

  Anwyn: The Welsh version of the afterlife, ruled by Aaron (Arawn).

  Arawn: The Welsh name for the king of the Underworld. He prefers Aaron, the modern version of the name.

  Death (person): The title given to the current being in charge of handling the movement of souls after an individual (mortal or immortal) dies. The current holder of the title goes by the name De Ath.

  Ethan: The contemporary name of Amaethon ab Don. Ethan was once a warrior, and is now an author who suffers from Alien Hand Syndrome.

  L’au-dela: The formal name for the Otherworld, the society of people who live beyond mortal laws.

  L’au-dela Watch: The police force of the Otherworld, the Watch is responsible for keeping the peace amongst mortals and immortal beings, as well as protecting the mortal world from abuses by members of the Otherworld.

  lich: A person who was resurrected from the dead, a lich looks like a normal person, other than black irises. Most liches are bound to the individual who holds their soul.

  Lichtenberg figure: The pattern made by an electrical discharge through a soft medium.

  Lightning flower: The name for a Lichtenberg figure as made on a human being. The resulting pattern is of a delicate feathery nature, and thus often referred to as a lightning flower or tree. The pattern is most likely due to capillaries rupturing as the current passes through. Although lightning flowers are temporary effects on mortals, they are a permanent brand on Travellers.

  mahrime: A Traveller (and Romany) word for those who are deemed unclean. For Travellers, this can mean one who has impure blood (i.e., one non-Traveller parent), or someone who has no Traveller blood whatsoever.

  Piranha: A giant mechanical war machine known also as a Velociphant, created by the king of the Underworld.

  porrav: A Traveller word with Indo-Aryan roots, it literally means “to open up” or “blossom.” In Traveller culture, it refers to the joining of a man and woman, and their shared abilities mingling to form something greater than the parts.

  puridaj: A respectful way to refer to a Traveller grandmother.

  Reclamation agent: One of the people who work for Death, fetching and escorting the souls of the recently departed to their next destination. Some of them can be quite tenacious in the pursuit of their duties.

  Rehor: An Eastern European version of the name Gregory.

  Rom, Roma, Romany: A word describing an ethnic group most commonly referred to as Gypsies. Travellers and the Roma may share a common ancestor since they share a few traits and words. Like the Travellers, the Romany were frequently persecuted for being outsiders.

  shuvani: Spirits who hold Travellers accountable for their actions. There are four flavors of shuvani: Shuvanies talk with spirits: earth, water, air, and field. A shuvani can be friendly or unkind, depending on his or her nature, but all are charged with punishing Travellers who abuse their abilities.

  Travellers: A group of immortal people who can steal time and have an affinity with lightning.

  Vanellus vanellus: The northern lapwing, also known as a peewit or green plover.

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